Chapter 858 Back to the Original Encounter 219

Ji Xubai suddenly stretched out his hand, and when his cold fingertips touched her neck, Wen Zhigu trembled all over, blushing slightly and looked at him inexplicably, but Ji Xubai just helped her pick up the fur collar , while saying pettyly: "Don't let others see the hickey."

After hearing this, Wen Zhigu's cheeks turned even redder when he thought of the intense kiss just now.

At that moment, the breeze was blowing gently, with a little coolness, and the hair brushed the corners of the eyes inadvertently.

She lowered her head and looked at his hand, her eyes rolled slightly, before she reached out her hand, and gently grabbed his fingers.

After scratching for a while, he raised his head and smiled at him with his lips pursed.

A shallow smile, and a little white snow on the eyelashes.

Fascinating.

"Ji Xubai, will you always be like this?"

She leaned over and squatted in front of the wheelchair, raised her head slightly to look at him, and asked.

Ji Xubai saw Wen Zhigu smiling so lightly at him, and for some reason, a strange feeling surged in his heart.

He knew how much he liked the person in front of him, at least at that moment, what came to his heart was an unprecedented sweetness.

Wen Zhigu smiled sweetly.

He had never seen such a sweet smile from Wen Zhigu.

He never knew...Wen Zhigu could smile so sweetly.

So, I watched her smile to myself, and after a long, long time, I slowly answered: "Have I always liked you? I have always liked you very seriously."

"You won't change?"

"Won't."

"If so, I don't believe you anymore."

"I still like you."

Wen Zhigu looked at him and smiled, let go of his hand, and stood up.

"Zhigu..." Ji Xubai gently held her hand, wanting to see her smile again, but Wen Zhigu had already slowly restrained his expression, and looked at him without saying a word.

Ji Xubai looked at her very directly, with frank and liking eyes: "You just laughed."

"...It's not the first time I've laughed."

"It's the first time to smile at me like this." Ji Xubai wanted to add drama to himself, "I know you've only smiled at me like this before."

Wen Zhigu: "...you can really think."

Saying so, he pushed him to the side of the path.

"I know why, let's push a snowman."

"... Taifu Ji, how old are you?"

Taifu Ji said solemnly: "You are twenty-six years old."

"So are you still building a snowman?"

"A heap."

"..."

Therefore, Wen Zhigu finally complied with his wishes, took him to the vast and boundless snow field, stared at the snow field for a while, then turned around and asked someone in the wheelchair, with a confused look on his face: "Why?" Make a snowman?"

Wen Zhigu had never done such a naive thing since he was a child.

Sure enough, when Ji Xubai heard that Wen Zhigu could not make a snowman, he said with disgust, "Wen Zhigu, your childhood was quite boring."

Wen Zhigu glanced at him expressionlessly, and Ji Xubai immediately changed his tone: "It means that you are devoted to your studies, and you are a good boy."

"...how exactly?"

Ji Xubai looked at Wen Zhigu and smiled, he was teaching her how to make a snowman.

The cold wind was blowing, and the winter sun tilted westward little by little, casting a faint golden light on the snow.

Wen Zhigu squatted on the snow to build a snowman, and behind her, someone in a wheelchair was pointing the country.

"Wen Zhigu, where did you leave my little snowman's eyes?"

"Where can I find the eyes?"