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Family?

Shi Qing's expression paused, and there was a trace of confusion in her eyes. She tried hard to think about it for a long time before vaguely remembering some memories about "home".

She seemed to have been abandoned at the time, and since then she has been living in a narrow and dark prison in the devil world, practicing killing and protecting herself every day.

Other than that, I can't remember anything else.

Perhaps she had resented or longed for them when she was a child, but now that she was hundreds of years old, it was so long ago that those things seemed to have happened in the previous life. If Meng Xuanheng hadn't mentioned them today, she would have almost forgotten them.

Meng Xuanheng must have felt the warmth of playing home, so he wanted to let her regain such warmth, but now that she thought about it, she couldn't make any waves in her heart.

When Meng Xuanheng saw that Shi Qing had been silent and didn't smile, he thought she didn't like it, and a trace of nervousness appeared on his face.

"Am I putting too many things here? If you don't like it, I'll ask someone to come and take them away."

With that said, Meng Xuanheng let go of Shi Qing's hands and walked out, as if to call someone.

Shi Qing reached out and grabbed Meng Xuanheng's sleeve, and secretly thought, if it were someone else who saw such a scene, they would be happy, right?

So Shi Qing raised his lips and looked happy, "No need to take it off, I don't like it, I just didn't expect you to do this."

Meng Xuanheng turned his head and looked at Shi Qing's expression carefully, and confirmed again: "Really? Do you really like it?"

Shi Qing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Otherwise? Do you think I will be the kind of person who doesn't like me but still pretends to like him?"

Meng Xuanheng thought about it and felt that what Shi Qing said made sense. She was never the kind of person who would wrong him. Thinking of this, the joy in his heart could not be suppressed and he smiled again.

"I'm just afraid you won't like it. As long as you like it, I'll take you in to see inside. Let's go."

Meng Xuanheng held Shi Qing's hand and walked toward the room. When he reached the steps, he slowed down, held Shi Qing's hand tighter, and reminded him in a gentle and careful voice: "Be careful, don't slip. ”

Arriving inside the house, Meng Xuanheng took a step back and retreated behind Shi Qing, not wanting to block her view, "Look, how are the furnishings here?"

"If there's anything missing, I'll have someone bring it."

Shi Qing quickly glanced around the room. The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as before. The bed, tables, chairs, wardrobe, and even the bed curtains and quilts were the same as before. It seems that Meng Xuanheng specially asked people to follow the previous ones. Looks imitated.

It can be seen that he is really attentive. If it were her, she would definitely not spend so much thought on others.

She only pleases herself.

After looking at the furnishings of the room, Meng Xuanheng suggested a snowball fight.

Shi Qing agreed.

The two of them went to the yard outside and had a snowball fight. This was Shi Qing's first snowball fight. It was unfamiliar at first, but later on, he gradually began to experience a bit of fun in it.

The two of them were getting happier and happier as they fought, with smiles on their faces. At this moment, it seemed that all the bad things and emotions had disappeared, leaving only happiness.

After he was tired from beating, Shi Qing sat directly on the ground. Sitting on the ground, he looked up at the silver-covered yard and the flowers blowing in the wind, feeling relaxed.

When Meng Xuanheng saw it, he didn't pull Shi Qing up. Instead, he turned around and went into the house, took the stove and stuffed it into Shi Qing's hand, spread a mat on the ground, and then sat on the ground with her.

Shi Qing felt the heat coming from the stove. It was warm and quite comfortable.

She looked sideways at Meng Xuanheng beside her, saw that his hands were empty, and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

Meng Xuanheng shook his head slightly and said in a casual tone: "It's not cold. I've been near the border for a while before. This coldness is nothing to me."

"Don't get cold while holding the hand stove, otherwise if you get frostbite, it will be itchy and uncomfortable, and it will happen again every year."

The second after he finished speaking, Meng Xuanheng felt a warmth and pulling sensation in his hand. He looked down and saw Shi Qing pulling his hand over and placing it against the heater she had placed on her knees. .

Meng Xuanheng wanted to say that he didn't need this, but just when he was about to speak, Shi Qing's other hand came up and clasped his hand.

Meng Xuanheng looked at his hand, which was caught between the hand warmer and Shi Qing's hand. He originally thought that Shi Qing was going to give the hand warmer to him, but he didn't expect that the two of them would share it.

Shi Qing: "Let's use it together, so that none of us will get frostbite."

Hearing the sound, Meng Xuanheng was startled. He narrowed his eyes and looked into Shi Qing's eyes with a lingering smile. His heart moved, as if a warm current passed through his heart, and he instantly felt that the cold air had been dispelled.

Meng Xuanheng felt the softness of Shi Qing's palms touching each other, and swallowed the words that came to his lips after going around in a circle.

After a moment of hesitation, selfishness took over, and he was indulged in the warmth of the moment, unwilling to pull away.

Meng Xuanheng said no more, but just felt all this quietly. Even though his palms were pressed against the stove, which was so hot that it even hurt, he did not move his hands because he was greedy for the warmth of this moment. Tenderness, unwilling to break.

He thought silently in his heart: I hope time can pass a little slower, and a little slower.

The two sat in the yard for a while, until the snow became heavy again, and then they entered the house.

As soon as Meng Xuanheng entered the room, he immediately lit the large stove in the room and placed a teapot on it. After the water boiled, he made hot tea, took out the book he had prepared earlier, and placed it in front of Shi Qing.

After making sure that Shi Qing would not be bored, he left, walked quickly to the imperial dining room, cooked Shi Qing's favorite dishes himself, and then returned to the cold palace to dine with Shi Qing.

After finishing their meal, the two of them stayed in the house all afternoon, enjoying the beautiful scenery of snow falling in the sky and playing various games.

In the evening, the two lit a bonfire and ate roasted lamb legs and roasted chicken.

In this way, Meng Xuanheng spent a happy and fulfilling day with Shi Qing in the cold palace, using various methods and tricks to make Shi Qing feel interesting and happy as much as possible, instead of painful and depressing.

At night, the two slept in the cold palace, with Meng Xuanheng sleeping in the room next to Shi Qing.

late at night.

Meng Xuanheng was lying on the bed, raising his hand to stamp on the wall, his eyes deep. It seemed like he was looking at the wall, but in fact he was looking through the wall at... Shi Qing hidden behind it.

He had arranged the layout of both rooms by himself, so he knew both rooms very well. For example, his bed and Shi Qing's bed were in the same position, with only a wall between them.

After feeling it carefully, it seemed that I could really feel Shi Qing's presence across the wall.

Meng Xuanheng recalled the scene of the two sharing a stove during the day, and the burned hand slowly curled up, as if to tightly grasp the warmth in his palm.

In the dimness, Meng Xuanheng's dark eyes were dark and bright, and there was a touch of joy and indulgence in his eyes.

He felt like he liked Shi Qing more and more, so much that he wanted to be with her all the time and never wanted to let her go, even if Shi Qing didn't like him.

Meng Xuanheng was vaguely aware that such an idea seemed a little bad, but he couldn't control his emotions. He could only watch clearly as he sank into it little by little, unable to extricate himself.