The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

"You must first shoot." Fang Chi Xia over the side, his eyes faintly glanced at her face, the cloud was light and lost a sentence, stood up and left.

The snow is still falling.

A silvery ice and snow outside the hotel is as beautiful as a fairy tale world.

Fang Chixia walked a long way forward, took out the mobile phone, opened the map, and wanted to continue walking along the north of the North Pole. The legs just opened, and a cold chill of the back of the head suddenly came.

She was hit by the head, not the body wrapped in thick clothes, nor the neck around the scarf, but the head that was not protected.

Not far behind, Luo Yibei leaned against a trunk wrapped in silver and looked at her with a gaze, meaning nothing, "Oh, mistakes!"

Fang Chi Xia was hit by the scalp and numb, his eyes turned in his direction, and the eyebrows were lightly screwed.

She knew that he was deliberate, but he was not angry.

Bending down, very calmly smashed a snowball, she did not return to throw him revenge, but strode toward him, and then -

The hand touched his face, and the snowball of the palm of his hand smeared directly on his face.

"Do you hate that you know? Bullying me with less snowball contact?"

Luo Yibei was stiff and stiff, but did not push her away.

He did not take any revenge, but just let her look, look, even with a hint of connivance.

From beginning to end, he performed very generously.

This way, he made Fang Chi Xia a little embarrassed.

Staring at his face full of snow slag, he raised his hand and tried to help him wipe it away. His wrist was suddenly buckled by him.

Fang Chi Xia slightly stunned, staring at his hand and staring at his hand for two seconds, did not reflect his purpose.

Luo Yibei’s hand clasped her, took her to her arms, and leaned her face. She looked at her eyebrows in an inch, and dragged her small head with her big hand. He pressed her lips and put it on her own. of.

The soft lips are lightly attached to him, and the warm touch on his lips blends with him, like a spring, blending together.

Fang Chixia's body was slightly stiff, and he looked up. He stared at his handsome face, who was close at hand. He didn't push him away, he didn't have any shun, he picked up his toes and his arms clenched him. Kissed him deeper and harder.

Her kiss was very invested, and the body was against the stump that he leaned behind. Luo Yibei opened the coat and wrapped her body. The two men were like a one-piece baby, so they were wrapped together.

Around, the snow is silent.

White snowflakes fell on the shoulders, layered, and bloomed.

In a silver world, two people are leaning against each other, taking each other's body temperature and kissing each other.

The world of the two, as if for a moment, only her, and him.

When I returned to the hotel, it was already close to the early hours.

Fang Chi Xia did not think that Luo Yibei proposed to come to Lapland, the warm things were not prepared enough, and the gloves and hats were not brought.

When I went back, my nose, face, ears, and hands were all red and frozen.

She didn't mind herself, but Luo Yibei, who was next to her, couldn't bear it.

"Poor!" faintly whispered, holding her face in her hand, palms caressing her ears, face, he helped her to kneel down, gave her body temperature to her, and waited until her body warmed up, The big hand took her, and took a slow step to go to the room of the two-person hotel.