his little warmth

Chapter 118 The Best Gift
Time flies, and it is the Spring Festival of the winter vacation.

The period before the festival is particularly lively, with every household posting happy words and Spring Festival couplets.

As the little housekeeper of the Jiang family, Jiang Nuanxing had already bought lanterns, candies, new clothes and other new year goods with her maid and aunt in advance, waiting for the arrival of the Spring Festival.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Sheng and Jiang Liu had a rare break and were busy in the kitchen preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

Jiang Nuanxing was eating sweets in the living room. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. It was a New Year message from her classmates.

She arched her eyebrows and replied to each one. When her eyes touched Cheng Mu's news, she paused and sneakily ran out the door.

The winter in Yicheng is very cold, especially when you go outside, the bitter cold wind blows directly on your face.

As soon as Jiang Nuanxing went out, she was hugged by Cheng Mu, holding her hand in his big hand to spread the warmth.

"Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Jiang Nuanxing shook her head and plunged into his arms.

Since Ye Nianyao's last party, the two of them have not seen each other. During the long vacation, they relied on two mobile phones to support their lovers' relationship.

Cheng Mu curled his lips, rubbed her head, and blew into her ear in a hoarse voice: "Nuan Nuan, happy New Year."

Jiang Nuanxing hugged him tightly and said muffled "Yes."

Why didn't I find her so clingy before?
Cheng Mu laughed softly, held her face in his hands, and coaxed, "Kiss her."

Jiang Nuanxing pursed her lips and said, "No, you have to kiss me for a long time."

Moreover, this is still the doorway of her home. It would be terrible if Jiang Sheng and Jiang Liu saw her.

Cheng Mu raised his eyebrows, obviously thinking of this. He rolled his Adam's apple and hugged the person again.

"Then give me a hug and let me quench my thirst."

Rubbing her hair, he murmured, "I miss you."

Jiang Nuanxing's heartbeat was erratic and she held him without speaking.

The boy's voice was like feathers that could penetrate her body, tickling her heart slightly.

Cheng Mu was afraid that she would be cold, so he held her and talked for a while before letting her go.

Jiang Nuanxing grabbed his windbreaker cuff and asked him, "Are you going home?"

"Not yet, I'm going to grandpa's house for dinner." Cheng Mu couldn't help but grab her hand and kissed it, and the numbing itching curved Jiang Nuanxing's eyebrows.

"Then you go to grandpa's house and pay attention to safety." Jiang Nuanxing hesitated for a while, then slowly took out a candy from his pocket and put it in his hand.

"Here, gift. Happy New Year."

Cheng Mu stared at Tang, his thin lips curved nicely, "Well, happy, my Nuan Nuan is one year older."

18 is not far away.

Cheng Mu licked his lips and put the candy in his pocket.

"Then I'm leaving. Go back quickly and don't catch a cold."

"Yeah." Jiang Nuanxing nodded.

But neither of them moved.

Cheng Mu smiled again and pinched her face, "I'll come see you tomorrow, okay?"

Jiang Nuanxing's eyes lit up, but she was a little distressed.

"But my brother said he would take me to go shopping at Flower Street tomorrow, and I don't know when I will finish shopping."

"Brother doesn't have a girlfriend? He actually has time to play with you."

Jiang Nuanxing glared, "That's my brother, and he would still play with me even if he has a girlfriend."

"Oh." Cheng Mu chuckled and did not explain to her.

Suddenly, Father Jiang's voice calling Jiang Nuanxing came from inside the door.

Jiang Nuanxing turned her head anxiously, "Then I'll go back and chat on the phone later."

"Well, I'm leaving too." He touched her head and watched her go back.

The door had been opened halfway, Jiang Nuanxing looked back at him, her heart beating like a drum.

There was a moment of silence.

The little girl looked shy, turned around suddenly, ran up to Cheng Mu with small steps, stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his lips.

Then he ran into the house like a rabbit and closed the door.

Cheng Mu was stunned for a moment, lowered his head, raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

This is the best New Year's gift he has ever received.

...

At night, thousands of houses are brightly lit.

The Spring Festival Gala is playing on the TV, and everyone is gathered together, waiting for the arrival of midnight.

Jiang Nuanxing was holding her mobile phone in the living room.

The countdown on TV reached zero as expected, and the sky filled with gorgeous fireworks.

As promised, I received the first text message from Zero Point on my phone.

"Nuan Nuan, I look forward to spending the spring with you, it's coming."

——Cheng Mu

(End of this chapter)