Advising the villains to be kind every day

After dinner, Zhuang Wan sat under the grape trellis and drank tea while basking in the sun, watching Yan Cheng dance sword in the snow by the way.

It was obvious that Yan Cheng's kung fu had improved again, but she didn't pay attention to it. Instead, she supported her head with her hands and stared at him with a smile on her face.

Jade robe and long sword, with a willow-like figure, just the flying figure is already pleasing to the eye, coupled with the incomparably handsome face, it is hard to move your eyes away.

Therefore, Zhuang Wan's smile was somewhat nympho.Thinking of what happened to me last night, although most of it was a drunken gaffe, but it does not rule out that there is a little bit of deep-seated possessiveness.

For example, now, when she thinks that such an outstanding and handsome man as Yan Cheng belongs to her alone, she feels very happy.If there are other women who also like Yan Cheng, she must be jealous when they meet each other.

You know, before that, she thought it was a particularly stupid thing to be jealous of a man.

It can be seen that if you really like someone, you will really do some stupid things.

Fortunately, Han Yunxi and Mu Qiulan, who were interested in Yan Cheng before, are no longer threatening, and she doesn't need to worry about the third party right now.

She quietly squeezed a round snowball and threw it at Yan Cheng, who reacted quickly and split it open with a sword.

"Amazing!" Zhuang Wan clapped her hands and applauded.

Yan Cheng put away the sword with a smile, walked over, and wiped off the snow foam on her hand, "You are not afraid of the cold, so you dare to hold the icy snow in your hands."

"It's not cold at all, and I'm not that weak." Zhuang Wan pulled him and said, "Practicing swords is so boring, why don't we play in the snow?"

Yan Cheng looked at her suspiciously: "How to play...?"

"There are so many ways to play! For example, like this..."

Zhuang Wan closed her eyes and pressed down on the thick snow, a human face was immediately printed in the soft snow.

Yan Cheng chuckled, and quickly patted the snow off her face and hair, "I thought it was something, it turned out to be a game played by a three-year-old child."

"Why did it become like a child's game?" Zhuang Wan said, "How fun it is! Try it too."

Yan Cheng quickly shook his head: "I... I'll forget it."

"Come on!" Zhuang Wan pulled him, Yan Cheng retreated again and again, "I don't want it anymore."

"Then you are like this!" Zhuang Wan spread her arms and lay on her back in the snow, sighing lightly: "It's so comfortable! I don't even want to get up."

Yan Cheng looked at her with a smile, his doting eyes were like looking at a child.As long as Zhuang Wan is happy, he is satisfied.

He looked back at the "face" left by Zhuang Wan on the snow surface, only to find that the eyebrows and eyes were very similar, and even the smile on his lips was clearly visible.

He bent down and looked at it carefully, thinking of what happened last night, he couldn't help getting closer...

Seeing this, Zhuang Wan got up quietly, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to press his head into the snow...

Yan Cheng raised his head and shook the snow scum all over his face, while Zhuang Wan burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, you look like a little old man."

Yan Cheng looked at the two "faces" printed together on the snow surface and smiled knowingly.

He looked at Zhuang Wan, his hair was stained with snowflakes, and his eyebrows and hair were all white, as if the two of them had suddenly reached their twilight years.

It is his lifelong wish to grow old with Zhuang Wan.

I just hope that God will follow.

He held Zhuang Wan's cool hand, "Don't just play, be careful of catching a cold."

"It's so easy to catch a cold." Even though Zhuang Wan said this, she couldn't help but put her hand into Yan Cheng's palm, his palm was enough to wrap her little hand completely.

Yan Cheng snorted: "If you catch a cold, let alone play in the snow, I'm afraid you won't be able to go out for a while, so the loss outweighs the gain. Well, look at your robes are all wet, go back to the house and change quickly .”

Zhuang Wan couldn't resist him, so she could only follow him back to the house.

The room is as warm as a spring day, light smoke rises from the censer, and the room is filled with the clear fragrance of plum blossoms.This fragrance is still left by Mu Qiulan. It is made with red plums in winter and goose pears in autumn. It has a sweet fragrance besides the fragrance.

"The plum blossom in the courtyard can't send incense into dreams, but this incense makes up for it."

Yan Cheng said: "If you like plum blossoms, I will plant a plum forest for you in the future."

"Okay!" Zhuang Wan said with a smile, "We will also plant crabapples in spring, red lotuses in summer, and golden chrysanthemums in late autumn, so that there will be flowers to enjoy all year round."

Yan Cheng nodded, and took a towel to wipe the snow off her hair carefully.

Snow fell again outside the window, rustling like the sound of broken jade.

Yan Cheng picked up the wooden comb to comb Zhuang Wan's somewhat messy hair, and touched her earlobe with soft fingertips. The face in the bronze mirror was frozen, or something, but her cheeks were red and cute.

Zhuang Wan peeked at Yan Cheng in the mirror, and still felt that this man was really too good-looking, the long eyebrows that slanted into the temples, the drooping eyebrows, the smiling lips, there was no flaw in any of them.

She was fascinated again.

"Why are you so dazed?" Yan Cheng waved his hand in front of her eyes, smiling.

Zhuang Wan sighed softly: "I was just thinking, General Li is so smart and brave and looks better than Pan An, why did he fall in love with an ordinary little girl like me?"

Yan Cheng was not happy because of Zhuang Wan's praise, but scratched her nose reproachfully: "Who said you are mediocre, if you are mediocre, the women over there might be embarrassed to go out."

Zhuang Wan smiled brightly: "It turns out that General Li is also so eloquent. I don't know how many girls he has to fool!"

Seeing her talking more and more vigorously, Yan Cheng put down the wooden comb and hugged her up.

Zhuang Wan was startled, before she could ask Yan Cheng, she said, "I see that you are still a little cold, you'd better lie down on the couch."