Chapter 2952

Shi Jinyang stood a few meters away from her, his eyes fell quietly in her direction, dark ink pupils and bright stars in the night. Tong Yan was slightly stunned. Her sight moved slowly from bottom to top along his figure. She looked at him without trace. Looking at him who was neat and even had no wrinkles in her clothes, she gently breathed out. She calmed her face and got up as if nothing had happened. She casually brushed a small hair in front of her forehead. She faintly replied to him, "stupid but a person who has a car accident." She was satirizing him. Shi Jinyang made fun of her stupidity. He was neither angry nor angry. He threw a light sentence to him. Shi Jinyang's dark starlike eyes just stared at her quietly. Unexpectedly, he didn't refute her words. This kind of him made Tong Yan stunned. Her eyes glanced at him without trace. Shi Jinyang was walking towards her, his slender legs staggered, hard leather shoes stepped on the snow, and occasionally several broken branches made a creaking sound. He looked at her with bright eyes, and each step was sonorous and powerful. Tong Yan stared at him, who was getting closer and closer to him, and forgot to respond for a moment. Shi Jinyang came to her with his slender legs, stood still in front of her, looked at her, and then made an unexpected move for Tong Yan. His eyes slowly swept around her and his body was half bent. Every time his eyes swam through a place, he gently patted the residual snow residue on her clothes. His movements were very gentle as usual. He patted off the snow residue on her clothes, pulled both ends of her clothes with his two hands, like sorting out a child who had just fallen, and helped her caress the folds on it. Tong yanmu ran let him move, his heart seemed to be gently stirred by something, and his eyes glittered with light. Shi Jinyang carefully helped her tidy up her clothes, straightened up, turned his eyes to her face, put his fingertips into her hair, and began to wipe the snowflakes on her hair. Tong Yan let him move all the way, didn't say anything, and didn't push him away. His movements are particularly meticulous. His fingertips occasionally brush Tong Yan's cheeks. They are cold, like an ice sculpture in winter. Inexplicably, Tong Yan has a strong impulse to warm him. Shi Jinyang is still helping her wipe the snowflakes from her hair, moving slowly and patiently. From childhood to adulthood, the longest hair is only shoulder length. In Shi Jinyang's impression, she rarely has long hair floating, not to mention the pictures of long hair and waist that many men appreciate. The child's face in my memory has always been simple, fresh, dry and crisp, so neat that it doesn't look like a girl. However, I don't know when she started, she also slowly grew long hair. Shi Jinyang wrapped a small strand of her hair around his fingertips, gently bypassed it, loosened it and hooked it again. He played it like this for several times. He stared at her hair quietly. Now the child's face, hair has grown to the chest. Her hair is very smooth. When she spreads it at will, she puts it on her shoulder like silk, and it seems to glow in the night. Her facial features are extremely delicate. When her hair is short, it will show a bit of heroism. Once her hair is long, it adds a bit of softness than before. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.