A ray of white moonlight

Chapter 411
"What Christmas? It's the Spring Festival." Lu Yiyi raised his head confidently, meeting Shen Ya's gaze.

It was then that Shen Ya gave her a look, and glanced at the Christmas tree that was casually hung with colorful lights in the corner.

She finally realized belatedly what Shen Ya was talking about.

It turned out that she had vowed to celebrate Christmas last month, ordered a Christmas tree, and decorated her house like a traveling circus.

At that time, Shen Ya was very opposed, but Lu Yiyi educated him generously, saying that every family in this community is like this, it would be unusual for him not to do this, and he wanted to be in a group, and he even promised that after Christmas, she would Don't trouble Mother He and him to clean up, she will clean up by herself.

However, Christmas is over, and every household has removed their Christmas decorations, but their house is still lit with Christmas lights, as if celebrating Christmas every day.

Shen Shi originally wanted to take it away by himself, but the two made an agreement, saying that if Lu Yiyi didn't clean it up by himself, he wouldn't be allowed to make such a fuss next year, so Lu Yiyi didn't clean it up for him, insisting that he would take it up the next day , the result... it's up to now.

When Shen Ya mentioned it today, Lu Yiyi said again with a guilty conscience: "Ah! I will accept it tomorrow, and I will definitely accept it tomorrow."

As soon as this remark came out, even He Ma laughed.

Then, Shen Ya moved the chair away, stood up and was about to move the Christmas tree, and emphasized verbally: "Okay, you've used up your last chance. I'll collect it, and next year you won't even think about buying a Christmas tree."

"Ah! Don't, my husband..." Lu Yiyi immediately put down the knife, hugged Shen Ya's waist, and immediately turned into a snake spirit. touched Shinya's lips.

"Bo~" He's mother blushed when she saw it, the concubine Yao was really bohemian.

However, it was supposed to be an affectionate scene, but He Ma saw Shen Ya's face getting darker and darker after being kissed, and she snapped away: "What did you eat?"

"Garlic! Hahaha." Lu Yiyi continued to pounce on Shen Ya, and said presumptuously, "If you dare to take it, I will keep kissing you with the mouth that has eaten garlic."

As soon as the words fell, He's mother was surprised to see that Shen Ya, the big devil who was as immovable as a mountain, actually ran away, and he was so panicked and embarrassed.And Lu Yiyi chased after him so handily and unscrupulously, he was still nagging: "Do you still want to take my Christmas tree! Do you want to give me another Christmas?"

It didn't take a moment for the house to be chased by two people, all the way to the second floor.

Alas, these two bear children.

Shen Ya was chased by Lu Yiyi and fled all the way, and was finally forced to the swimming pool on the second floor, but Lu Yiyi had no intention of stopping, and threw herself into Shen Ya's arms like a bullet. , crashing Shinya and himself into the swimming pool.

And when he came back to his senses, Shen Ya had already involuntarily kissed Lu Yiyi's lips, um... the taste of garlic and pool water was the first time in his life.

……

It snowed that night, and Lu Yiyi was wearing gloves, panting, and took the cut window grille from Shen Ya, and said to him: "Baby, make dumplings on New Year's Eve in a few days, do you like it?" Do you eat leek stuffing or cabbage stuffing?" He pointed at himself and added with a smile, "Hint: cabbage."

"Chinese chives."

"Why is there no tacit understanding! I only stuffed cabbage!" Lu Yi pouted, and continued to paste the paper-cut ends of the window grilles.

……

The lights in the kitchen went out again, and in the dark living room, the tiny moonlight spilled into the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the stars sank into the mountains.

Shen Ya was leaning on the sofa, listening to the lonely wind, looking up, his wide and long palm stretched over his forehead, covering the upper half of his cheek...

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　　Author's note: I sprinkled a wave of sugar with glass slag, are the recommendation tickets of the cuties still there?
　　


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