Male God, a Little Su

"Yuan Yi, go down."

The person sitting in front of the window seemed to have become a sculpture, waiting stubbornly, allowing the temperature of his body to drop little by little until he became numb.

But it's not as cold as the heart.

Yuan Yi hesitated to speak, he sighed and nodded, "Then master, you should also rest earlier."

When I went out, I heard the distressing order from behind, "Let people pay attention, the lights in the mansion must not be turned off. If she comes back, she will not be able to see the way clearly."

"Hey, this subordinate knows!"

Yuan Yi went out lightly, shivering violently due to the wind. He put his hands in his sleeves, looked up, and saw a woman in a light suit, walking towards with a bundle in her hand.

He rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that there was no hallucination, he suddenly became ecstatic.

"Master! The girl is here, she is back!!"

Yuan Yi actually had the urge to cry with joy.

However, his reminder was still a step late. Wen Yanqing saw Su Yan the moment she appeared.

All the loss and sadness, at the moment of seeing her figure, all flew away as if they had grown wings, and disappeared.

Only the jumping heart was left, bumping around like a deer.

bang, bang, bang—

echoed in the mind.

"A Yan!"

It wasn't until I opened my mouth that I realized that my voice was extremely hoarse, I felt wronged, but I was more happy.

He stood up abruptly, wanting to meet Su Yan, but half of his body was numb because of sitting for too long. Before he could stand up, he fell back heavily.

Su Yan quickened her pace and supported him with a cold face.

"Wen Yanqing, are you playing self-torture to make me feel bad on purpose?"

Yuan Yi closed the door and retreated quietly.

He is no longer needed here.

Facing Su Yan's stern questioning, Wen Yanqing carefully grabbed her sleeve, "I just want to wait for you...you said let me wash it up and wait for you, I'm done..."

But you didn't come...

His fingertips were cold, Su Yan looked at his flattering eyes, and couldn't even vent her anger.

Sighing helplessly, he closed the window and pulled him back to the inner room.

"Are you stupid? Huh? Don't you wait for me inside? If you catch the wind and cold, you will feel uncomfortable, and I won't take care of you!"

Su Yan squinted at him and pushed him onto the bed.

"How long have you been sitting?"

She knelt down and rubbed his legs.

Wen Yanqing pursed her lips and smiled slightly, the dimples on her cheeks were deep.

It feels numb in the calf, as if there are thousands of ants crawling. It was itchy, but he couldn't bear to let it go.

From his point of view, look down. You can see Su Yan's curly and thick eyelashes, like a butterfly perched on her beautiful eyes, trembling slightly with her breath. Under the candlelight, you can still see the small features on her face and her flawless skin.

Wen Yanqing felt it before, it was even better than the best warm jade.

"Not long."

He smiled and answered with a good temper.

Su Yan believed it at first, but found his finger cut by some sharp weapon. Bending slightly, pinched his chin.

"Having lost your temper?"

Wen Yanqing's eyelids twitched, and he shook his head reflexively, "No!"

In front of Su Yan, she was soft and obedient, without any temper. Whatever he does, he is even softer than when he was a teenager.

But Su Yan knew that everything was an illusion.

"It's okay to get angry, but don't hurt yourself, do you hear me?" Su Yan narrowed her eyes and kissed him.

Wen Yanqing couldn't hide her happiness in front of Su Yan.

He nodded, curious, "Aren't you angry?"