C334 Snowball Fight

and the second threat from Chi Shaojun, who was always wearing a cold face: "Deng Yujin! If you smash Qianxi again, I'll turn you into a snowball and hang you up. "

"Yuni!" "What are you waiting for? Quickly smash Ann Qianxi!"

"Jingrui, if you know who's near who, help me smash him!" Lili saw Ye Jingrui throw a snowball at Chi Shaojun, leaving the crowd gaping, and Chi Shaojun slap the snow off his face, and his chicken's nest of hair, and he was angry.

Three minutes later, he heard Ye Jingrui begging for mercy on the snowfield. If not for the fact that the sneakers he wore were exposed, he wouldn't have been able to tell that Ye Jingrui, a muscular man, could actually be defeated.

Chi Shaojun patted the snow on his hands and proudly raised his chin at Ann Qianxi, implying: "How is it, I'm not bad, right?"

Of course, the woman in love at this time automatically ignored Chi Shaojun's nest-like hair and the snowball that suddenly flew towards her from behind.

"You two f * ckers are bullying my family." Ye Yuni's smile was like a flower.

"Yuni — I'm coming — I'm coming to help you —" Deng Yujin came whistling over. Before a snowball hit Chi Shaojun, Ann Qianxi had already turned Deng Yujin into a snowdoll fast …

"Hey, then you still can't bully my Shaojun!"

The words almost came out of his mouth.

Then, she could hear Jia Wanrou's roar, which could be heard even from two meters away. She didn't know if it was because of fear or excitement (presumably, it was because of the latter), but especially when Ye Jingrui, Deng Yujin, and the monster Chi Shaojun smashed into her snowball, the roar became even more obvious.

Laughter, running sounds, roars from afar, conversations in English about attacking each other. The once icy island like Wuthering Heights was now filled with cheers and laughter …

Like some kind of radio, there was laughter in one place, silence in the other, joy and, of course, sadness in the two hemispheres.

Zhu Zhu was immersed in some kind of atmosphere that seemed calm but was actually depressing. She and Chiang Lee came to a southern city, and the winter here was even colder than the north. It was like wearing a wet blanket on her body, and every pore on her body was emitting cold air.

Zhu Zhu looked out the window as the drizzle formed a slanted line. She muttered to the scenery outside, "Chiang Lee, Chiang Lee."

She hugged her knees like a little girl waiting for her parents to return. A moment later, someone knocked on the door of the automatic lock.

"Who is it?" Zhu Zhu's pleasant voice sounded out as she asked.

"Zhu Zhu, it's me."

The voice was very familiar.

Without putting on her shoes, Zhu Zhu ran to the door and opened it. "Why are you home so early today?"

"I'm not busy." Chiang Lee patted the snow on his head. His eyes were bright, with a hint of doubt in his voice, "Little fool, why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhu Zhu stood on her tiptoes and embraced Chiang Lee. She buried her face in Chiang Lee's arms and said in a low voice, "I miss you —"

"It's only been a few hours." Chiang Lee pressed his head against Zhu Zhu's chin.

"I'm always worried." Zhu Zhu rubbed her head against Chiang Lee's chest.

"What are you worried about? It's not like I'm going to run away. "

"I was worried that one day you would abandon me and leave by yourself." Zhu Zhu hugged Chiang Lee even more tightly.

"No, little fool." Chiang Lee rubbed Zhu Zhu's head and said seriously, "I won't leave you."

Zhu Zhu hugged Chiang Lee for who knows how long before she reluctantly left Chiang Lee's arms. With a smile on her face, she went to the refrigerator to get some vegetables and wash them. Then, Chiang Lee wanted to take off his coat to help her. "Aiya, you go sit down. Today, I learned a new dish called Dry-Fried Beans. Wait a moment, I'll make it for you right away."

Even though Chiang Lee said this, he still took off his jacket in an orderly manner, rolled up his sleeves and helped Zhu Zhu pick the vegetables, pick the rice, chop the vegetables, and then stir-fry the dishes out of the wok.

Chiang Lee liked to hug her when Zhu Zhu cooked. He gently put his head on her shoulder. Zhu Zhu shyly hid and said, "I hate it. I'm cooking." While adding the seasonings, he took the dishes out and asked Chiang Lee if they were appropriate.

Most of the time, the dishes between Chiang Lee and Zhu Zhu looked more like two martial artists sparring. However, the man had the bearing of a gentleman, so he deliberately let Zhu Zhu win the exchange. Moreover, whenever his opponent was excited and proud, he would help her clean up the situation.

Then the two of them sat down together to eat. When the rain stopped outside, Zhu Zhu and Chiang Lee ate in silence until the feeling became clearer and clearer.

Zhu Zhu felt that this wasn't a dream. Yes, she once dreamed a lot about Chiang Lee. Initially, she could only play the part of a little girl chasing after her first love. Perhaps, this was more like a story of a prodigal son returning.

Zhu Zhu's thoughts seemed to be going back to the age of nineteen.

Dong Tianleng and the bright light could easily cause one to fall into a state of reminiscence...

"Can you be my boyfriend for the day?"

Zhu Zhu didn't think that this was the first sentence she said to her first love, the male god.

The man blinked at her, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he remained silent, even looking away, oblivious to the girl's words.

In the winter and the winter, she stood barefoot on the busy street, wrapped in only a towel, holding his hand.

"I just want to try what it feels like to be doted on by others, even if it's just for a day, it's fine if it's fake."

The waiting answer disappeared into the noise of the tires rubbing against each other.

It was difficult for the petite girl to maintain this posture with her arms tightly wrapped around her shoulders. The loose towel was in danger, so she hurriedly pulled at it while rubbing her arms.

Chiang Lee could even hear the sounds of her teeth chattering.

Because of the medication, a nineteen year old boy and a nineteen year old girl had some of the same things that happened to many lonely men and women in the city.

The chilly wind was bone-piercing. Even wearing a thick down jacket, the situation was in a deadlock for five minutes.

The good guys had sent a text to confirm that someone had purposely drugged him. Although they had avoided it, they had been wrong about the other girl.

Chiang Lee was very annoyed, he wanted to quickly end this ridiculous starting point.

His gaze was like the vast sea of stars, converging all of his emotions into it. It was like two black holes, swallowing up a person's soul.