Chapter 293: The Death of Zijie 4

In the cold winter night, the cliffs are steep.

Fireworks explode and fall among the luxuriant forests, like a single spark, can start a prairie fire.

Song Zhao's heartbeat was unprecedentedly loud, even overshadowing the sound of fireworks.

She pursed her lips, and asked in an ambiguous tone, "I really doubt that the fourth brother has chased many girls."

Otherwise, why would you chase after me so much!

She seemed, a little bit... distracted.

"I only chased after you."

Si Yu laughed calmly and loosely.

A pair of peach eyes are brighter under the fireworks, the eye sockets are deep, domineering and hot, but also revealing a heart-warming tenderness.

Song Zhao's eyes were upturned, and his face was bright and beautiful, "Brother, how good you are."

"Where is this going?"

The man's tone was light and casual.

His eyes were straight down, his laughter was low and hoarse, and it made people's ears itch.

"With my brother, my brother will be even better."

"..."

Come to trick her again.

Song Zhao said that he would not be fooled.

Si Yu let out a muffled laugh, took out a cloak out of nowhere, and wrapped her and him in a space.

The cold wind howled on the top of the mountain.

The cloak insulates against the coldness and expands her warm support.

She flicked her eyelashes and whispered, "You fouled..."

This man talked about pursuing, but he always wanted to touch her.

Si Yu lowered his eyes.

He took both of her hands and put them into his arms, "Brother doesn't want to freeze you."

Of course, he also has a scheming mind.

He wanted Song Zhao to get used to his closeness through some simple physical touch.

This is called the pursuit of strategy.

The fireworks don't stop.

Song Zhao's hands were warmed by the body of the powerful minister, warming his heart all the way.

As if that wasn't enough, he took her hand again and let out a soft breath.

The man has slightly lowered eyebrows, a straight and handsome nose, and a serious and focused expression.

The wind blew away his cross-neck, the neckline was loose, and the cold white neckline ran into his strong and sexy chest.

Song Zhao's heart seemed to be thrown a stone, causing a ripple.

She withdrew her hand suddenly, and poked it over by chance, trying to close it for him.

Si Yu lowered his eyes, and his eyes met.

His thin eyelids were raised, and the raised eye tails were alluring, "Want to touch?"

Song Zhao, "..."

*

It was Yin time when Si Yu sent Song Zhao back to the Song residence.

Si Yu stopped at the door, pulled Song Zhao who was still wrapped in his cloak to him, and said softly, "I will take a rest tomorrow, and I will take you out for dinner."

Song Zhao lightly hummed.

He patted her little head, leaned over and kissed her forehead, polite and gentle, "Good night."

"I'm going back, good night." Song Zhao covered his face and ran away in small steps.

The night is quiet and the lights are gentle.

The branches protruding from the corner of the wall are covered with bright roses.

The flowers scattered down, chasing the skirt of the girl passing by at a high speed, leaving a fragrant fragrance on the path.

Seeing the slightly flustered back of the little girl, Si Yu raised his hand and gently rubbed his lips with his fingertips.

This is love~

*

Song Zhao got into bed after washing.

After working for several hours, she soon fell into a deep sleep.

In my sleep, I was vaguely still on the top of the splendid fireworks.

She looked up at the sky full of stars that the minister gave her.

That man, who was particularly vicious, hooked her palm several times.

The corner of Song Zhao's mouth curved secretly and couldn't hide.

*

The next day, Song Zhao still slept until the sun was three poles before getting up.

When she opened her eyes, it was still like a dream.

Bell came in from the outside to wait for her to wash.

Last night, she and Song Zhao moved to Song Chenai's yard together.

When she entered the room, she saw Song Zhao sitting by the window, his eyes still squinted.

I couldn't help asking suspiciously, "Girl, is there anything good today? Why do you look so happy?"