She wanted to move the futon a little bit, but it seemed to be rooted there. She didn't move it.

God nine Li finally looked at her one eye, smile not smile: "afraid I have what to bite you?" He's heard, he doesn't disturb things in the water.

Rather snow Mo dun for a while, forget it!

She was not a person to be pinched. Occasionally, she needed to do tasks, and she had to hook up with men.

She sat down beside the God Jiuli, and their bodies leaned together. Sitting by the lake side by side with him, the breeze blows, and the hair of the snowy road flicks on his cheek and neck. It is cool and itchy, which makes him have the impulse to hold her for a moment.

But when he thought of what Rong yuetianlian said about the slow picture, he paused again.

I can't scare her away and break the peace that I finally got.

He used to be a frank man, but now he has scruples.

The beloved is around, but can't hold

Ning Xuemo's eyes were fixed on the fishing rod, and she suddenly thought of a very important question: "God, there is no grass here, and there is no stove. How can you fish well?"

She also learned how to communicate. Although she was not very sophisticated, she could hear them clearly when they were so close.

He glanced at her from the side of his eyes, and the light of his eyes flickered a little. He sighed softly: "recently, he lost a lot of power. It's very exhausting to use the technique of voice transmission..."

It was said directly in her ear, with a slightly weak voice.

Ning Xuemo immediately remembered that he was on the verge of death in the first half of the night, believed his words immediately, looked at his side face, and worried: "then you should not use the technique of voice transmission. Are you ok? "

Shen Jiuli leaned on her: "I'm a little cold You're closer to me. It's easy to talk, and you can snuggle up for warmth. "

Ning Xuemo: "..."

When the great God was weak, he was pretty cute.

He was really pale. I was afraid that he would faint again and become an ice sculpture. Then her stomach was empty again --

he leaned on Ning Xuemo, who looked at his pale and almost transparent face, and then looked at his long lashes, which vibrated like a small fan. Looking at his gorgeous face, Ning Xuemo finally forgets his high status as emperor. It seems that he is also a very young romantic young man

He is so fragile that he can soften his heart into a bag of water.

Besides, her food is still expected to be on his fishing rod, so Ning Xuemo is really concerned about him. He just wants to take off his cloak and put it on him.

God Jiuli is still very considerate of her and stops her movement: "it's cold here. You will suffer from the cold if you take it off. This cloak is not small. Let's wear it together."

Ning Xuemo is right to think about it. She can't catch a cold any more because of her practice every minute now.

Anyway, now two people's bodies are also close together. It's nothing to wrap a cape together.

So she did pull the Cape, and they were half wrapped together.

In this way, they are pasted like conjoined fish. There was no gap between the two.

Blue night, quiet lake, dreamlike castle, two people snuggling together.

God Jiuli suddenly felt unprecedented perfection.

As if I finally found my lost partner for many years, I was moved warmly in my heart.

One arm stretched out and gently grasped her waist