Chapter 3309: The God in My Heart: The Princess’s Yandere Musician (Sixty)

The princess looked sideways, with a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes.

The two people's eyes were intertwined, separated by the vast expanse of snow, the cold wind breathing, hazy eyebrows and blurred vision.

He was stunned for a few moments.

The young man's military uniform is cold, and the military uniform and armor reflect the cold light. His thin, crimson lips gently curve into a gentle and soft arc, as if he is hiding the shimmering stars, and his smile is noble.

"Your Highness."

He spoke in a low voice, as clear as melting ice and snow, dripping on his heart.

"I'm back."

The princess holds on to a blood-red bone umbrella, and the beautiful shadow cast by it half-covers her eyebrows. She is always calm, cold, arrogant, and unfathomable.

The voice came from under the umbrella through the cold wind: "I know."

A long time.

Everything seems to have changed.

But nothing seems to have changed.

Jin Yao really wanted to hold the person he missed so much in his arms, but he had just come back from outside. He had been marching all night against the wind and snow and was covered in cold air. To avoid bumping into the princess, he could only take a bath first and change out of his military uniform.

In the pear pavilion,

The lamps bloomed with light and shadow, brightening the darkness of the room.

The vase on the pear wood table stood quietly there, with two pear blossoms lingering on each other, still blooming in full bloom in the dead of winter.

Ranbai leaned sideways on the soft couch, holding a book in one hand, looking a bit lazy and casual. The light and shadow hit her eyebrows, fading away the cold winter night.

After Jin Yao took a shower and changed clothes, he just walked out from behind the screen when he saw such a familiar scene.

Very much like before.

Never changed.

From beginning to end, she was the aloof regent princess.

It is his god.

"Your Highness." The young man had just taken a shower and was wearing a loose snow suit, which made his complexion fairer. At this moment, he rubbed her softly and clingingly. He easily pulled out the book in the princess's hand with one slender finger, and then wrapped it around the girl's wrist. , a fineness that can be easily grasped with one hand.

He leaned down, half-kneeling on one knee in front of the princess, and gently rubbed the back of the girl's hand with his cold and beautiful curved chin. His movements were very sticky, like a big cat gathering all its claws to act coquettishly to its master. , then he bent his clear eyes and said softly: "I miss you."

The book she was holding was taken away by the young man. The princess lowered her eyes and could just see the figure half-kneeling in front of her. She was very tall and slender. After more than half a year in the army, it was inevitable that she would be tainted with the smell of blood, but there was no trace of blood on Jin Yao. In no way, it is still as elegant and clean as before, with a temperament that makes people feel the breeze and bright moonlight.

The winter snow is falling outside the window, and the light and shadow of the lamp inside the window are swaying.

The boy's chin gently rested on the back of the girl's hand and pressed down, with a bit of bone-shaking hardness. Ranbai pulled his hand away, but did not move it again.

After taking a bath just now, the young man's body was still a little wet, lingering with the light fragrance of pear blossoms. He raised his other hand and wiped away the mist on Jin Yao's long eyelashes with his fingertips, and then melted them on his fingertips.

Following the girl's movements, Jin Yao's slightly raised eyelashes trembled slightly, but he made no other movements and obediently let the princess wipe them.

The princess casually wiped away the drop of water and asked in a low voice: "How is the border?"

"Everything is fine." The young man's chin rested on the back of the girl's hand. His movements were a bit inexplicably dependent and cute, like a cat nestled in its owner's arms. Three thousand black hair was spread behind him, with a few strands falling. On dyed white hands, the intertwining of black and white is a bit confusing.

"General." The princess chuckled, seeming to be happy, but it was mixed with something invisible. She lazily lifted a strand of the boy's hair, and her tone was casually joking, with a bit of interest. quipped, "Congratulations."