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There is a mist in the night. When I drive past, I only feel a layer of cold seeping water vapor condensing on the window glass, blurring the sight in the car. The door of No.1 Middle School of C city is slightly lively. Although the breath exhaled in the increasingly cold early winter will turn into mist and rise up, the girls' hands holding books outside their school uniforms are all red with cold, but there is still joy in the air Meaning, looking at a little warm heart.

The heart that has been pinched hard for a day is slowly calming down at this moment. Mu Yanchen slows down the speed, and changes from the cold and cold just now to gentle and gentle, and slowly stops the car on the side of the road.

This whole day, there was no movement in Mu's home, nor in her school. It can be imagined that the message of eye Mulan was only sent to him, which was regarded as the initial threat - it must be to force him to appear in front of her in this way.

His slender fingers were cold and pale. He curled up slightly and turned his head over his eyebrows. Mu Yanchen tried to suppress the burning flame in his heart. He wanted to know what this woman wanted to do, and who gave her so much courage that she would dare to attack him.

The crowd of students slowly evacuated, and a figure finally came out.

The eyebrow heart slightly jumps. At the moment of seeing her, it seems that the ice and snow are melting at the bottom of my heart. Mu Yanchen's mind is emptied in an instant. Her deep eyes are full of her delicate figure, and she runs across the road towards him.

The schoolbag is a little heavy, Lanxi almost fell off, and then hugged up to open the door, drilling in, a warm heat hit.

It's warm.

Her face is a little red, is just running wheezing, water eyes bright in shining light, put down her bag, put her hand to the air conditioning position, blowing: "just my head teacher asked me to say a few words, so I came out late!"

Mu Yanchen's deep eyes are gentle. His hand comes down from the steering wheel and grabs her cold hand. Holding it warm in the palm, he raises his eyes and stares at her: "what does she want you to do?"

"She praised me," Lan Xi said with a smile. A faint little pear appeared in the corner of her mouth. Her hands were wrapped around him. "She praised me for my progress. She said that I could pass the comprehensive science examination for all the idiots in science. It's not easy. She gave me a verbal reward."

Mu Yan Chen hook light smile, low way: "hand in to warm."

No wonder she looks happy.

Lan Xi was stunned for a moment and looked at his delicate cuffs. He couldn't bear to put his cold hand in. He raised his eyes and laughed at him. Mu Yanchen was moved by this look. He gently fastened her wrist. His slender fingers lifted her school uniform and the soft woolen sweater inside to look inside. Unexpectedly, it was also cold and smooth, and the surface of skin was full of bone Cool.

She struggled and asked for mercy with a smile: "itch, don't make trouble..."

"Why is it cold inside?" Mu Yanchen's face sank slightly.

"I Poor physical fitness, inherited from my mother, winter is cold hands and feet, warm over also maintain not long

Mu Yanchen gazed at her quietly. His eyes were deep and complicated. For a long time, he said in a low voice: "come. Come here. "

Lanxi blushed and understood what he meant. He put down his sleeve and said, "no more I'll just go home and take a shower, and I'll be fine in a minute She let go of his hand, covered her ears with a little warm temperature, and sat down neatly.

"Can't you turn on the heating when you go back? You don't like the feeling of alternating warm and hot, very comfortable? " Mu Yanchen is no longer forced, deep eyes turn around, concentrate on starting the car, gentle tone light said.

Lanxi blushed again.

"No," she laughs sheepishly. "No, I can't stand the cold."

The soft voice lingered in the car, which made people's hearts warm and hot. Mu Yanchen's deep eyes were staring at the front, but his heart was all over the people beside him. He just wanted to go home and hold her warm. The heartache spread all over his heart. He just wanted to hold her.

There was fog at night, so I didn't drive fast. When I got off, Lanxi still held the schoolbag tightly, and the shallow pear vortex was still there.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see that the cotton slippers have been changed. There are two panda heads on them, which are big enough to put the whole foot in. Lanxi is very surprised. You should know that it is not easy to see these slippers in Mu Yanchen's home with exquisite decoration and simple style, which almost does not match with him.

She took off her shoes and put her feet in. She was very comfortable. When she just wanted to turn back, she was held by someone from behind. Mu Yanchen's arms held her firmly. She closed the door with her foot and threw the key on the shoe cabinet. Then Lan Xi felt a warm mark on her cheek, accompanied by his breath.

After kissing her, he entangled her with his arms, rubbed her delicate body in his arms and continued to kiss her tenderly. She chuckled and dodged gently. Mu Yanchen turned her over, put her arms around her waist, bent down and attached her lips affectionately.

It is just close, lingering and tossing to kiss, as if you can play with her breath entangled.

There was a restless warmth in his arms, which dispelled her cold from the inside out.

Lanxi seemed not used to his sudden enthusiasm. He laughed a little stiff. At last, he could not stand on his legs. He said he wanted to go inside. Mu Yanchen finally made a few lingering moves, biting her lips and tightening her waist with one arm. The two men staggered toward the inside, and could not bear to part with each other.The blanket seems to have added several layers again. It is soft like a quilt when it is spread on the ground. Her school uniform coat is torn off, and her hair is soft and soft on her shoulder. Under the orange sweater, her slender arm is still cold. Mu Yanchen turns on the heat, unbuttons her shirt, and tucks her firmly into her arms, warming her with body temperature. Lanxi's face has always been very red, and she is also in a trance. Once some feelings are triggered, it is like a flood opening the floodgate. She can't help it. Therefore, although she feels that the intimate and touching embrace is a bit erotic, she has not refused.

Curled up in his arms, Lan Xi suddenly thought of something, lifted his eyes and whispered, "I still have something, I forgot to give it to you."

As she said this, she broke free from his arms, got up and jumped to the bottom of the steps, opened her schoolbag, took out a round thing, wrapped it with exquisite wrapping paper, and looked closely, it turned out to be a huge orange.

It's really huge. It's as big as a little watermelon.

Lanxi will step on the slippers off, holding the orange kneeling on the low table, smiling way: "brother, happy Christmas Eve."

In a word, mu Yanchen's nerves were short circuited for several minutes. The neckline was open and half leaning against the wall. His deep and cold eyes showed a hint of charm. He was stunned to hear that sentence, and it took him a long time to react.

Christmas Eve.

He is too busy on weekdays. Too many dates seem to be just figures on a tight schedule. There is no specific concept. After so many years abroad, he has forgotten the Christmas Eve hymn that is floating all over the city every year. In a country like China, which spans a large latitude, it doesn't necessarily snow when you enter the twelfth lunar month. Every Christmas Eve spent abroad seems to be covered with snow. The streets are very lively. Little girls with golden hair sing songs and lead their parents to buy doughnuts. The whole city is warm and peaceful.

He did not have this concept at all. This festival, which has been popular from abroad to China, has never been observed in more than ten years.

Today is Christmas Eve.

There is a warm but desolate smile at the corner of his mouth. Mu Yanchen can't describe his mood at the moment. His deep eyes reflect her figure. Her soft hair is scattered. The same orange sweater is worn on his body. The bottom is the simplest jeans. So simple dressing up makes him read the warm and moving taste.

"Sorry..." His voice was slightly hoarse and he said in a low voice, "I forgot today's festival."

The emotion in his chest was surging, just like when he heard her say welcome home to him. Mu Yanchen's slender fingers curled up against his lips and asked for a long time, "but why send oranges?"

LAN stream water Mou slowly open big: "you don't know?"

She looked at the huge orange in her palm. After thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing and whispered, "actually, I don't know. However, I heard that when giving gifts on Christmas Eve, boys should give girls apples and girls girls should give boys oranges. That's how it goes. "

As a matter of fact, who knows how to spend Christmas abroad? In China, any custom can be passed on like a God. Ji Yao almost started fighting with the girl in the next class for a navel orange in front of the fruit stand. In order to buy the boy he secretly loves, Lanxi thought about it, or ran outside from school in the afternoon to self-study in the evening, and turned around in city C It took two blocks to pick out the biggest and most beautiful oranges. The apples and oranges in this festival were both very expensive, but she bought them with joy.

Mu Yan Chen's eyes light, suddenly moved.

A ripple rippled in the heart of the lake, stirring his nerves, he suddenly caught the sensitive words in her words, suddenly understood. His long fingers buttoned the button and got up. He said in a low voice, "I'll go out."

It suddenly occurred to him that there were no apples at home, but even if there were, he couldn't handle things like this.

Lan Xi was stunned.

In the moment he got up, she could guess what was going on. She quickly knelt down and grabbed his hand. Her eyes filled with water looked at him: "brother, I don't want to go out. Don't go out!"

Mu Yanchen looks back at her, eyes deep color.

"I'm serious, don't go out, it's very late, you come back again, Christmas Eve is over," so don't waste time on those things. Lanxi knows that he is very busy, and sometimes he even forgets to take care of himself, " You will accompany me

I don't know which sentence moved him, maybe the last one.

Mu Yanchen raised his hand to look at his watch. It was true that there was not enough time to go out and come back. He stood there for a few seconds. After a while, he grasped the little cold hand in his palm and held it tightly.

When it was nearly 12 o'clock, Lan Xi tore off the orange wrapping paper and ordered him to go to the kitchen to get a knife. Seeing her exuberant appearance, mu Yanchen could not bear to interrupt. He only said, "go wash and rest after eating". He didn't want her to stay up too long because of this.

When she took the dish out again from the kitchen, she saw her kneeling at a low table with a knife, struggling to cut the orange. Mu Yanchen frowned and looked a little scared. She put the dish aside, sat down and surrounded her, coaxed her to loosen the knife and watched him cut. The people in his arms were smiling and smiling, and the pear whirlpool on the lip was faintly catching people. The soft hair and the fluff on the woolen clothes were rubbing against each other He was so confused that mu Yanchen couldn't help kissing her gently every time he cut a knife. He wanted to engrave her sweet smile deeply in his mind, never let it go, never forget."Lanxi..."

Hearing his voice, Lan Xi hands full of orange juice, puzzled side to see him.

"Lanxi..." However, mu Yanchen just called her name in a low voice. His thick eyelashes were hanging down on his face, casting shadows on his face. He called her out loud, and his lips touched her cheek with great pity.

How can he go to say that this moment is indescribably sour and moved?

He continued to call her name with a smile of relief. A string of kisses scattered on her hair, cheeks, eyebrows and corners of eyes. He even wanted to be lingering with her to death.

Lan Xi's heart is also soft into a pool of water, mouth with a shrewd smile, with orange juice fingers to touch his face, his neck, so that his hair and body are sticky feeling.

Mu Yanchen's deep eyes are full of deep love, let her make trouble. When she makes too much trouble, she gently turns her face and kisses her delicate earlobe through her hair. She immediately exclaims and becomes honest. A nervous man smears the sticky hands on his shirt, and he wants to cry without tears.

However, mu Yanchen hugged her tightly, her voice was magnetic and hoarse, and he said in a low voice, "Lan Xi, have I ever said I love you?"

Lan Xi Zheng Zheng Zheng, he seems to have said, said many times.

Long fingers buried in her hair, thin lips intimately attached to her ears, he devoted his whole life of gentle mute voice to her, said: "Lanxi, I love you."

Love to do not know how to continue the kind of love you.

He has never, never been so grateful to God for such a person, can let him hurt, let him protect, let him feel that all can not exchange people. He loved her deeply.

Lan Xi was in a trance.

That's it.

It is at every such moment that she will love is not wrong. From the sin, absurdity and unforgivable when she first heard this kind of words from him, to now, she feels that every love is not groundless. She can even see how much he loves from his eyes.

Eyes gradually wet up, Lan Xi bit lip, also side face, learn his action bite his earlobe, whispered hoarse way: "tomorrow is Christmas, I want a gift."

Mu Yan Chen is stiff for a while, because that crisp numb feeling already quickly rushed to the whole body.

It's like being electrified.