Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

In Yang Xiao's eyes, stars have flashed.

Before Cheng Yi got off the horse, he saw him through the glass. Obviously, he was sitting in a wheelchair and couldn't move. He was still full of bearing.

She saw the excitement in his eyes and saw his joy.

The wind is like a knife. It cuts his face and doesn't feel any pain.

Seeing Yang Xiao, I am proud of myself.

I can't wait to jump into his arms the next second.

She reined in her horse and rolled off.

She is wearing a Tibetan cotton padded jacket, still a man's, made of yak skin, which is heavy on her shoulders.

But her movements were still light, and she was so heroic when she jumped off the horse.

Yang Xiao only hates that he can't move, can't run to her, can't hold her in his arms, and warm her red face with the temperature of his chest.

Before Lin Yueming pushed him, the wheelchair had rushed to Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi handed the horse to a ground crew at will and ran towards Yang Xiao.

"I'm late. Wait a minute?" she stopped in front of Yang Xiao and rubbed her red hands.

His hands were too cold to touch him at the first time.

Yang Xiao looked at her face and the smile gradually became strong.

"Well, I'm in a hurry, and I'm afraid."

He put his hand slightly in front of Cheng Yi.

"Give me your hand."

He whispered with uncontrollable heartache on his face.

How did it freeze like this.

I even got my clothes. Can't I get a glove?

How to make yourself like this.

Damn it.

Cheng Yi was a little embarrassed. He hid his hand back and said, "it's very cold."

With the heating on in the airport, Cheng Yi's face suddenly warmed up.

"Give me your hand," said Yang Xiao.

It's rare for him to use such a tone.

It seemed that if he didn't reach out again, he would turn into Voldemort.

Cheng Yi obediently handed her hand to his palm.

The frozen stiff hand, when touching Yang Xiao's body temperature, felt crisp and numb, like an electric shock.

Cheng Yi wants to retract, but Yang Xiao grabs him tightly.

"Hey, your wrist is not good yet..." Cheng Yi whispered, "won't it hurt?"

"My heart hurts." Yang Xiao pulled her hand down.

Cheng Yi knew what he meant and squatted down.

"Why ride a horse?" Yang Xiao touched her cheek and trembled with heartache. "Tomorrow is too late. No one urges you."

Cheng Yi smelled his smell, buried his head in his knees, smiled and said, "I'm afraid to come tomorrow. If you go first, I won't see you."

"How could..." Yang Xiao touched her hair, which was wet by rain and snow. It was cold.

How could it be? I couldn't have gone first without seeing you.

Lin Yueming came over with hot water, handed it to Cheng Yi and said, "what's the matter with you? You don't have to fight like this if you want to be handsome. It's still snowing outside. Riding a horse like this, you won't die of cold, and the horse will die of cold."

Cheng Yi stood up, grabbed the water cup in his hand and gave him a huge white eye.

She stared at Lin Yueming and drank up the water.

I'm so thirsty.

I thought I couldn't make it here.

"I was riding a motorcycle. I had too much luck. I didn't have any oil, money or mobile phone." Cheng Yi gasped and said, "fortunately, when I saw a man riding a horse, I changed it with him. He was very happy and gave me his robe."

Lin Yueming stared round.

"Nonsense, just the motorcycle that mu Yufan brought?" he said in surprise: "it's worth more than 100000 or 200000. If you change a horse, people will be happy."

"It's good if someone comes. Don't say that." Yang Xiao holds Cheng Yi's hand and warms her little hand. "Find a hotel next to the airport and go tomorrow."

He is worried that Cheng Yi will catch a cold if she gets caught in the rain.

The hotel near the airport has first-class facilities. In the room, it is warm everywhere.

Cheng Yi takes a bath in the bathroom.

Yang Xiao looked at her shoes and clothes and was fascinated.

"What are you looking at?" when Cheng Yi came out, he was wearing a hotel bathrobe and his hair was on his shoulder.

Yang Xiao looked away and no longer thought about where the mud on her sole came from.

"Nothing," he said.

Cheng Yi looked at him suspiciously. It didn't look like nothing.

"Come here," Yang Xiao said softly.

Cheng Yi walks over, but she is still a little shy.

The clothes were wet by rain and snow. Before she could get them to the hotel for dry cleaning, she only wore the hotel bathrobe, which was empty.

"What's the matter?" she asked softly.

The heating came head-on, like a small fireball falling on his cheek.

Yang Xiao had no strange expression, but seemed very deep.

"Cheng Yi." he whispered.

"Hmm?" Cheng Yi walked up to him, raised his hand and pulled his collar.

"You hug me." Yang Xiao lowered his head and sighed, "OK?"

Originally, Cheng Yi blushed and was a little stiff, but the last sentence could not be lighter, which melted her whole heart.

that 's ok.

Whatever you want me to do.

Just don't be so lost.

Cheng Yi took a step forward, put his legs against his knees, bent his weak arms and took Yang Xiao into his arms.

"I'm sorry," she said.

As soon as this word came out, Yang Xiao's brain buzzed, and there was no other sound.

This seems to be the first time Cheng Yi said sorry to him.

Whether it's the first time or not, we can't study it.

At this time, saying sorry is the most heartbreaking.

"Hey..."

Cheng Yi feels his rigidity and unnaturalness.

"Don't think too much." she immediately added: "I just think you will be very worried because you have been waiting for a long time and haven't even heard a message... That's why..."

"Don't tell me I'm sorry later." Yang Xiao's head was buried in her bathrobe, and the rough towel fabric rubbed the side of his face, which felt itchy.

He felt that his eyes were very sour. There was a warm liquid that couldn't wait to come out.

I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself if I raise my head.

"It's worse to hear you say I'm sorry than to hear you scold me." Yang Xiao said, "remember, you never have to tell me I'm sorry."

Cheng Yi nodded vaguely.

"Er... Can you let it go first?" she whispered, "my hair is still dripping, wetting your clothes..."

In such a cold day, there is no change of clothes. If it is wet, it will

"I can't bear it." Yang Xiao said, "I waited all day for this moment of tenderness. I never want to let go."

But

Cheng Yi stares at his soaked shirt and suddenly has a bold idea.

"Yang Xiao..." she volunteered.

When she said this, she was a little embarrassed. She spoke softly, like squeezing it out of her teeth.

"Say it." Yang Xiao sighed.

Just say what you want. I can stand anything now.

Even if you say you want to go back.

He has a feeling of returning to death.

Like a condemned man, waiting for the final verdict.

"I'll give you a bath."

Cheng Yi takes a deep breath and spits out this sentence quickly.

His chest heaved as if he were giving a great speech.

"What?" Yang Xiao refused to let go of her and finally raised his head.

He looked at Cheng Yi's red face.

"I..." Cheng Yi made up his mind, clenched his teeth and said, "didn't you hear what I just said?"

Yang Xiao smiled and shook his head.

Pretend not to hear it.

"Forget it." Cheng Yi turns around quickly.

"What did you say to wash for me?" Yang Xiaoqiang smiled.

The overwhelming joy enveloped his face.

"I..." Cheng Yi didn't dare to turn around, so he carried it on his back and said, "I see a bathtub inside. It's very convenient. Just lift up the part with plaster. You... You haven't taken a bath for several days... I, I, I, I said to you... I thought it would make you more comfortable... I... alas..."

"OK."

Yang Xiao gently spit out a good.

In fact, it was already in the throat, almost jumped out, and pretended to be very light as much as possible.

I can't stop laughing.

Finally, he lowered his head, snorted and laughed.