mousepad-d2 Chapter 174
Chapter 174
The white snow falls on the wooden houses with black tiles in a patchwork pattern, and the thick ink and light snow are like ink paintings.
Edward came back from his hand and walked along the cobbled path. He was wearing a thick plush bathrobe. He was tall and muscular, with a layer of velvet falling from his golden hair, and a bewildered expression on his bright and handsome face.
High wooden fences and partitions are erected on both sides of the surrounding area, winding paths wind and turn, and the appearance of the black tile wooden houses is roughly the same.
Edward used his memory to walk to a branching port, and the narrow path extended for a short distance, connecting the two cabins.
After hesitating for a moment, he chose to walk towards the cabin on the left according to his intuition.
It should be this building...
The door of the wooden house was not closed tightly, and the door was ajar. He remembered that when he went out, he closed the door. It should be the wind and snow that pushed the door open, and the force of the mountain wind mixed with frost and snow could drag a dead branch to the sky.
Edward walked slowly into the quaint interior, but there was no one there. He thought that Leng Qiudu and Shen Baojun had gone to soak in the hot springs ahead of time, and they were about to walk to the hot spring pool in the backyard, and shouted hello loudly.
The sound of hot spring water flowing in my ears, and a very subtle sound, how should I describe this sound, sometimes restrained, sometimes joyful, mixed with fragmentary crying, I can’t tell whether it’s pain or happiness, like a bee The syrup sprinkled a handful of colorful candies, so sweet that it makes you feel flustered and overwhelmed.
Sometimes light and sometimes heavy, like a pianist casually playing a beautiful piece of music, every beating note just touches your nerves.
The voice was very disturbing, and there was a kind of fatal bewitchment. Edward vaguely realized that there was an upside-down affair going on inside. He thought he had broken into someone else's wooden house by mistake, touched his nose in embarrassment, and was about to lighten his hand Stepping away, don't disturb the people inside to avoid embarrassment.
He took a step back on his heels and was about to turn around...
The familiar voice from inside, the two words uttered, struck his heart like a thunderbolt.
"Boya... um..."
Edward took back his steps to go out of the house, his heart was completely confused, as if someone had taken his soul out, he walked slowly over in a fascinated way, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing on the grid covered with white paper In the corner of the door, concealing his figure, he peeped at the two people in the hot spring pool.
The young man's sideburns were already soaked, and his jet-black feather-like broken hair clung to the nape of his neck. The steaming mist gathered at the tips of his hair to form crystal clear water droplets. The drizzle was thrown down, and fell on the back of the white jade slippery neck, and the sweat gathered along the smooth back to form a stream, flowing into the hot spring pool.
The impact of this scene was like a raging wave that tore Edward's heart to pieces. His feet seemed to take root, and they ruthlessly plunged into the floor, standing stubbornly in place.
With the whistling north wind and the heavy snow, his thoughts were also scattered all over the ground.
He told himself that he should leave, but he just couldn't move, and more importantly, an uncontrollable evil fire was burning in his heart, which made him panic and at a loss.
All his attention was glued to the young man who looked like a begonia flower demon, and he couldn't spare any energy to pay attention to the other person, because he knew that the other person covered by the young man's figure was Shen Qingchuan's new wife.
The soft and broken crying that came to his ears made Edward's throat tight, and his fingers were clasped on the wooden door. At this moment, his heart was in a state of confusion. Although he was in the cold winter, he felt like he was in a burning stove. It was so hot that it was hard for him to breathe.
His eyes were like thick honey sticking to the young man's body, he saw snow falling on Shen Qingchuan's shoulders, like snowflakes submerged in pearls, he didn't know whether it was the young man's skin that was dazzlingly white, or the snowflakes melted because of his high body temperature.
He hooked another person's neck and shoulders, raised his head slightly, and leaned back his body in an unbelievable arc, like a tight string, which seemed to be stretched to the limit, but was actually flexible enough to continue Bend down.
Shen Qingchuan's hand was like a soft and fluffy water plant, and it lay softly on Guan Boya's shoulder. The steaming mist overflowed layer by layer, rising and falling with the fluctuation of the hot spring, and turned into a sea of clouds. The two of them loomed in the mist, but this little concealment made Shen Qingchuan feel uneasy.
His whole heart was beating violently, because his good wife was working on him non-stop.
The sudden gravitational impact made Shen Qingchuan make a loud noise.
"......Aha......"
Immediately afterwards, he hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, but indistinct syllables and crying voices still slipped out from between his fingers, Shen Qingchuan had no choice but to bite hard on the tiger's mouth in his palm.
The corners of the eyes were red like rouge, and the big tears fell into the hot spring pool like falling snowdrops. If water had washed Moyu's pupils, the clear light shone like moonlight entering a black pool, brewing an intoxicating And cold wine aroma.
Seeing Shen Qingchuan's red eyes, Guan Boya didn't dare to cry too loudly. This appearance is really pitiful, and the pity in his heart is even stronger, but his continued actions are very bad, sticking to Shen Qingchuan's face. With Bai Nen's earlobe, she said in a low and hoarse voice, "You have endured so hard, Mr. Xiao Shen, are you not afraid of getting your hands bitten?"
Shen Qingchuan broke down in tears, and said sobbingly, "Then you, don't continue...bullying...bullying me..."
Guan Boya lightly bit/bited Shen Qingchuan's earlobe, laughter trembled from his chest that was as strong as jade, and suddenly increased his strength, and said, "This is bullying you."
The intermittent cries seemed to be scattered and shattered by the north wind.
"Don't cover it, just bite it underneath, but don't bite your hand, if you bite your hand, I will really feel bad."
Guan Boya pushed Shen Qingchuan's hand away and interlocked his fingers, not letting him cover his mouth.
The warm and warm hot spring feeling of abdominal distension, and the pain that persisted to the end, almost made Shen Qingchuan's whole body tense, but his feet could not step on the bottom of the hot spring water, and he felt as if he had lost gravity and was suspended in the water, and was about to be caught by the waves. Wash away the insecurities.
Had to grab the only person who could cling to it.
Like ivy clinging to a tall tree, winding round and round, even though his muscles were exhausted, he dared not relax.
The wind blows ripples, and the blue waves shake.
Shen Qingchuan cried like a kitten, his face was flushed, as if the sun was shining everywhere, and his earlobe seemed to be bleeding, he put down a soft tone and begged for mercy, even praised Guan Boya for being a good wife, but Guan Boya didn't see it Boya showed a slight slowdown, her face was cold and indifferent, like a fairy who did not touch the world of mortals.
Shen Qingchuan was also impatient, his malice tightened, and the scorching temperature spread in all directions, making his cheeks blush, and finally saw Guan Boya's face suddenly changed, before Shen Qingchuan was complacent for three seconds, he only heard that Guan Boya used gentle But in a threatening tone, he said, "I didn't expect my little Haitang to grow up."
Guan Boya's hand caressed the wet hair on the back of Shen Qingchuan's head, just when Shen Qingchuan was about to relax, the sudden change of strength made Shen Qingchuan sway like duckweed in a storm, not knowing where to go.
The lotus seeds enter the lotus pod, and the closed corridor slowly opens due to the violent blow of the storm. The lotus is green, and the tender petals turn red when rubbed. This shower will stop.
The snow stopped and the fog cleared.
The person behind the door has long since disappeared.
The author has something to say: Xiu, thank you little angel for the nutrient solution
感谢在2021-05-2523:59:49~2021-05-2711:56:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Hi!wife! 20 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!