The Supreme Emperor's Toy Girl

In the heavy snow, they hugged each other tightly.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Engraved into eternity.

He and her are eternal.

For a long time.

Or luoyunqing came back first.

She raised her head from He Qing's arms. Her arms were still tightly around him. She looked at him, her eyes full of emotion and tears.

He Qing raised his hand, fingertips gently wiped her eyes, some distressed said: "don't cry."

"I didn't cry."

It's not sophistry, she really didn't cry out, tears have been beating around in her eyes, she restrained.

"So happy, I'm as happy as I found a treasure. I don't want to shed tears."

"I found the treasure."

Hoarse voice, he Qing said.

A word to Luoyun light heart nest to say hot, a sour nose, she seems to really can't control.

She held her cheek close to He Qing's, constantly rubbing, gently rubbing, whispering: "not the same, I've always been so ordinary, meeting you is really my only luck in this life, if I've suffered before, I've accumulated luck in order to meet you, then, it's worth it, enough, I just want you."

He Qing a shock, stopped, then palm caresses her back, again and again.

After a long silence, he began to speak again, and his voice was even more hoarse than just now: "I will always be there."

Everything you've been through before, I'll heal it for you!

Who wants to bully you again, first step on my he Qing's body!!

"Well, I know, so I'm so glad to be in love with you."

She rarely so sensational, a word of He Qing's eyes are a little hot, dead press her, and rub and touch, he Qing dumb mouth: "I am also."

"Well."

"Here, give me your hand."

"Put me down first."

During the whole process of marriage proposal, he was holding her. Luo Yunqing didn't feel that way until then.

It's not that she has any dissatisfaction. The form of marriage proposal varies from person to person. It's not that everyone has to kneel down on one knee.

What's more, he walked so long on the mountain road, which was so icy and snowy that she didn't give up!

She just loves him.

He has been holding the snowflake ring box in his right hand, only holding her in his left hand. Although he is strong and she is light, she is also an adult. How can he bear the weight all the time?

She was in a hurry and struggled to get down.

However he Qing doesn't allow at all, he not only doesn't loosen, even hugs her more tightly, one hand.

Steady!

Luo Yunqing really can't help him. He's so stubborn and has a good temper!

She was angry with him: "not afraid of sour hands?"

"I just want to hold you." Tqr1

don't want to separate for a second!

He Qing is caught off guard of a love word, say of Luo cloud light whole heart all want to explode.

Gee, it's so sweet. It's so sweet.

She couldn't help laughing, hugged him tightly, legs around him tightly, try to make yourself lighter, she said: "help me put on the ring, Mr. He."

Husband.

Luo Yun light in the heart of silent and added a sentence, sentimental.

The corner of the eye brow tip all shows infatuation, he Qing heart a shock, didn't resist, grab her and mercilessly kiss!

Then she lifted the gift box and handed it to Luo Yunqing. She took it and held it in both hands. He went to take off the ring. Then Luo Yunqing immediately stretched out her left hand.

He Qing put the ring on her ring finger.

Generally, he held it in his left hand and put it in his right hand, but he insisted on holding him, so he had to wear it for her with one hand.

Luo Yun light is not anxious, drooping eyes, blinking at.

Watch him push the ring in little by little.

When I got to the knuckle, I got stuck.

Without hesitation, he Qing lowered his head and opened his mouth, holding the tip of her ring finger.

Gently.

Luo Yun trembled.

"He Qing..."

"Shh."

He Qing holding her fingertips, long eyes lifted, deep looking at her, not for a moment, hands continue to push in, a little, a little.

At the end of the day.

Luoyun light of a whole heart, the moment was locked.

There's a sense of dust settling down.

That's him.

It's him all my life.

She looked at him with red eyes.

He Qing released her fingertips very gently, but didn't leave. Instead, he held her in his right hand, his thin lips pressed on her fingertips.

Along her ring finger, little by little.

Finally, when he kisses the ring, he pauses and kisses deeply with the most solemn and pious attitude in his life.Luo Yunqing thinks that she is really going crazy. This man, who is usually so tough, can't even say a nice word, how can he suddenly be so romantic?

Her heart will be drunk, drunk in the love heaven he gave her.

Thin and curly eyelashes quiver, just like butterflies, in the extremely gentle flying, just a snowflake falling, fell on her eyelashes, that scene, really beautiful to the extreme.

He Qing's heart was shocked.

He raised his head and clasped the back of her head. His lips pressed her eyelashes, but it was the most affectionate kiss in his life.

"I got you, Mrs. ho."

He said.

Eyelashes fluttering, Luoyun light tears, finally fell down.

She bit her lips and repressed them. She never allowed herself to cry, but the more tears she shed.

He Qing's eyes are actually hot.

Although the man has tears not light play, but this kind of time, really some difficult to suppress.

Holding her tightly, he kept kissing her on the top of her brow, forehead and cheek, calling her every time he gave her a kiss.

"Mrs. ho."

"Wife."

"Sweetheart."

"Baby."

"The cat."

Every word is so solemn, deep between the eyebrows, full of piety.

It's like treating his goddess.

In such a warm offensive, which woman can resist?

Luo Yun wept softly and could hardly breathe. She threw herself into his arms. She held him and enjoyed the embrace of the world.

Her happiness.

Her day.

He treats each other so affectionately that she returns his true love. If he goes to the yellow spring, she will accompany him. This life, the next life, the next life

"Well, don't cry. It's too cold."

Tears are going to freeze into ice, in case of frostbite face, how to do?

He Qing always loves herself more than Luo Yun, and he always pays more attention to herself than she does. He can master all the little details that she can't think of.

In short, there are no small things about her.

He took back his right hand, held her PP, weighed her up, rubbed her cheek, and laughed in his hoarse voice: "darling, don't cry, eh?"

"Well, I don't cry anymore."

His face arched back and forth in his neck socket and rubbed his tears impolitely. Luo Yunqing raised his head and he Qing frowned slightly: "Tut, do you want to be a little dirty cat when you cry like this?"