My Wife Has an Embroidery Needle

"This doesn't look like Liu Huaiyu's mansion, and it's like this. Could it be that the weather changed suddenly last night and it snowed all night?" But when they were in the valley, the sun was still shining brightly. Why did they pass through a tree hole? Look, the house here is majestic, the hollowed-out flower carvings on the doors and windows are very exquisite, and the courtyard is grand, it must be a rich family.

When Yan Shou climbed out of the tree hole full of doubts, a gust of cold wind rushed towards his face. He quickly turned around and held Dongfang Bubai's hand up to breathe out, "Are you cold?"

Dongfang Bubai glanced at him, "Let's find out if there is anyone who can try it out."

"Oh oh oh, good." Yan Shou responded casually, but the most urgent thing was to get a thick coat for Bai Yi to wrap him tightly. Before that, he wished he could hug him.

"Huh?" Dongfang Bubai frowned, pulled his hand back, and looked at him coldly with his phoenix eyes, only feeling that this person was even more unscrupulous now.

"Ahem." As if disgusted, Yan Shou rubbed his nose, looked around and didn't dare to look at him, and then saw a doll under the window not far away, looking at the snow with his chin resting, and said hastily, "Ah, Bai Yi, there is a child in that room, let's go and have a look."

The two walked the snow without a trace to the corridor of the house. If they were seen at this time, they would not be surprised that there is such a peerless master in the world.

When they came to the corner, they slowly approached the window and secretly looked at the doll. The child was only [-] years old, with slightly curly bangs on his forehead, and his appearance was already parted. It could be seen that he was very handsome. Wearing a luxurious robe and a jade pendant around his waist, he can tell at a glance that he is the son of the family.

And on his desk, there was a collection of poems thrown aside, and in front of him was a collection of paintings depicting villains dancing swords.

"Well, it seems that this young man doesn't like studying, and now he's thinking about the dream of being a hero." Looking at the child's longing expression, Yan Shou concluded in a low voice.

But while talking, he suddenly found that Dongfang Bubai was right in front of him, the two of them were too close, Yan Shou lowered his head and smelled his cool smell, he couldn't help but get distracted.

However, Dongfang Bubai seemed to be aware of the changes under him, and with a blank face, he used his back elbow to hit his stomach hard, but was quickly grabbed by the opponent.

At this time, Yan Shou's breathing was hot, he put his head on his thin shoulders, buried his face in the slender white neck, and felt a puff of breath rising from his abdomen, and said in a hoarse voice, "White clothes... I ..."

Dongfang Bubai grabbed his wrist with his backhand to check his pulse, his brows were furrowed, Yan Shou's skin was extremely hot, his eyes were a little erratic and confused, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

Dongfang Bubai's eyes froze, he pulled his arm, his body bent forward slightly, and he fell over his shoulder, and the next moment he was thrown flying.

Yan Shou was thrown on the snow in a state of embarrassment. The snowflakes splashed into his clothes, making his whole body tremble. He got up and shook his head, and finally he came back to his senses. He recalled his irrational behavior just now. The blood rushed straight to the forehead from the soles of the feet, wishing to give myself two slaps, looked at Dongfang Bubai, and hurriedly said to him, "Well, Baiyi, listen to me, I didn't mean it just now..."

But before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of "creaking" the door opened, and the two maids retreated from the room at the other end and walked towards them slowly.

Before they found out whether this was Liu Huaiyu's mansion or not, Yan Shou ran up the corridor in a hurry, dragged Dongfang Bubai into the child's room, and quickly locked the door behind him.