Marriage [entertainment]

There was a soft "creak", and the wooden chair rubbed against the floor.

When she was one step away from Shan Yu's chair, the girl stood up by herself.

"You're quite active?" Wen Yixian eased the atmosphere, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

The girl's eyes were pitch-black, she closed her eyes slightly, and blinked quietly.

Now facing each other, Wen Yixian needs to look up to look into each other's eyes, "Are you growing taller again?"

This question is much easier to answer than the previous one. Shan Yu said honestly, "No, the net height of the previous two days was 169."

Not yet, they are all three centimeters taller than her. Shan Yu is not yet an adult, so no matter how long she grows, won't she be half a head shorter than her own sister in the future?

"Stop chatting, we'll talk later." Grandma Wen sat there and waited for a long time, seeing that the two of them started chatting, she stared anxiously, "Hurry up and do something."

"..."

work?

This word is used very delicately.

Because of the slightly tilted head angle, Wen Yixian could see the girl's small ears looming between her black hair, which were crystal clear but obviously red.

Is she not alone?

Wen Yixian became more confident, turned her head and complained to grandma, "Grandma, why are you talking so awkwardly about such a simple thing as the two of us hugging each other?"

"What's awkward? Ah? What's awkward?" The old lady was aggrieved and turned into anger.

"It's so rare for Yu'er to come back here. What's your attitude as an older sister? You also said that she took the initiative. Yu'er is shy and reserved enough." The old lady glared at her. A little? Do you mind?"

Wen Yixian is so kind.

Grandma was out of breath, and she became more natural, and the inexplicable feeling just now disappeared suddenly.

"Then I'll take the initiative." Wen Yixian smiled, leaned forward slightly, and when Shan Yu was unprepared, he suddenly encircled the girl's arms together.

She felt her body stiffen in her arms.

Oh, her little ostrich is shy enough, and it's not like she hasn't hugged her before.

The first time she hugged Shan Yu, she remembered being soft, and the girl didn't dare to move, so she let her hug her.

The feeling of the second time, Wen Yixian only remembered that she hugged her very tightly, and the girl also hugged her tightly back, because she was reluctant to part.

It is precisely because of the second hug that she always remembers it inexplicably for a long time, as if the aftertaste seems to be lost, and that feeling is long and long.

So much so that when she thinks of hugging the girl again today, she can't help but feel palpitations.

Wen Yixian's embrace was slightly broken away, before she had time to raise her head in surprise, she was pulled back into her embrace by the girl's outstretched long arms.

She didn't see the girl's expression, the two bodies were slightly separated and pressed together again.

I don't know where I was hit, the slight pain, the slightly convex shape of the collarbone, and the abnormal softness, all at that moment, what poured into the nostrils was the eternal cold fragrance of the girl, this is the feeling no matter what you change No matter how many kinds of shower gel I have tried, it has a faint milky smell.

Wen Yixian's mind went blank for a moment, leaving only one meaningless thought, she remembered that girls don't like milk.

Then, the two separated.

The eyes met instantly, and she saw the restraint and disorder in the girl's eyes, or maybe it was just her illusion that the time was too short.

"Is this timer in the clock? Why didn't I find it." Grandma Wen squinted and fiddled with a mobile phone, but she didn't bring her reading glasses from the coffee table in the living room. She struggled to look at the phone, "Oh no, you Stop hugging?"

When the old man looked over, his narrowed eyes widened inadvertently, which was inconceivable.

It's as if the two of them can hug each other forever and never want to let go.

"You haven't even caught up with the time for the last two hugs, have you?" Grandma Wen was dissatisfied, "Xiao Xian, you are cutting corners."

"Cough cough." Wen Yixian coughed lightly with guilt, and then realized, why is she guilty?It was Shan Yu who let go first.

Wen Yixian walked back to his seat in a few steps, dragged the chair forward, lifted the chopsticks again, and then smiled and said, "The food is cold, and this is not a hard and fast rule. Hug again."

After saying that, he blinked his eyes at Shan Yu.

The girl's pupils dilated a little, she lowered her head at the speed of light, grabbed the chopsticks and took a mouthful of rice.

Wen Yixian just wanted to laugh.

Originally, it was just a festive atmosphere, but Grandma Wen gave up and put a chopstick of prawns into Shan Yu's bowl, "Yes, hurry up and eat, Yu'er make more."

The old man thinks like a frog jumping, "While young, let's see if I can grow longer. By then, my younger sister will be much taller than my elder sister. How wonderful, our Yu'er will be the most promising."

"..."

Grandma's eccentricity is a consistent style

But Wen Yixian still vomited blood in his heart.

The girl was holding the chopsticks on the opposite side, with her head slightly lowered, expressionless. The chopsticks poked into the white rice a few times. I don't know if it was in response to grandma's new promise, or in response to Wen Yixian's words of credit, "My grades will continue. If it is progressing, it will be credited until the time comes.”

Hugging too long to be clear?

The voice of the girl who was talking with her was naturally cold, and her tone was so arrogant.

It's like throwing a handful of colorful popping candy onto a person's heart, and it explodes with "crackling".

Wen Yixian paused for breath, she blinked, and when she looked up again, a perfect and gentle smile appeared, she shook her head.

It's as if she is really the most sensible elder sister in the family, tolerant and helpless towards the younger sister who doesn't know right and wrong and the old man who plays pranks at home.

In the third month after the end of the No CP Era article, Shan Yu prepared the preliminary materials and opened a new article Chapter 10 at 1:[-] pm one day in December.

Fuxue was the first to knock on her window.

Fubuki: Congratulations, a new article!

Wen Sheng: Thank you.

Shan Yu incidentally urged a wave of friends.

Wen Sheng: Your article has been serialized for a year and a half, and you keep updating the text from time to time. When will you finish and start a new article?

Blowing Snow: Crying.jpg

Fubuki: Woohoo, I can’t code it!Then you won't take me to open a room!

"..."

Co-author or Shan Yu's fault?

She was already very loyal, and she would open a spelling room with Fuxue almost once a week, and was locked until two or three o'clock in the morning to complete the word count in the room.

This needs to be opened several times a week, and she must die young.

Shan Yu no longer intends to entangle this issue with her, but...

Wen Sheng: Pay attention to your wording.

Fubuki: Open!code!Character!house!Is it done?

Wen Sheng: OK.

Fubuki: Huh!

Fubuki: But your new article still has no cp?

Shan Yu's new article still has no CP, and has changed from a CP-free period article to a CP-free fantasy article.

Wen Sheng: Yes, the setting is a novel about the heroine.

Fubuki: Cool text?Yes, I finally learned to cater to the tastes of readers, and now this is popular!

Fubuki: But why do you always write without cp? I have never had the nerve to tell you that the channel is not hot, and you will be cold when you write about anything popular. We have so many channels on our website, why do you always focus on the one with the least audience? write?

Fubuki: You can learn from me. You can choose a variety of choices and try a lot to find the style you like the most, right?

Fuxue burst out messages on the other end of the computer like a cannonball, Shan Yu rubbed his eyes, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of milk, put it in the microwave for 30 seconds and took it out, the temperature was just right.

She used to heat milk for Wen Yixian, it was always this hot.

When I came back, Fubuki’s bombardment came to an end, and the last sentence was—I haven’t replied to my messages, I just read your new article, and your Chapter 1 attracted me!I like it, woo woo, update it soon!

The law of "True Fragrance" is always repeated in Fuyuki. She may be late, but she will never be absent.

Shan Yu held the glass with one hand, and his slender fingers were printed on the dense milk stain through the transparent glass, making it more radiant and white.

She frowned and took another sip.

Aunt Chen was amazed when she saw her drinking milk, "It's like drinking traditional Chinese medicine. Is it so bad?"

Later, she couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she advised Shan Yu again, "Forget it, forget it, it's really uncomfortable to watch, Xiao Shan, or you'd better stop drinking in the future."

She is worried that one day the child will vomit after drinking. She has heard from someone that some children have lactose intolerance, and it is uncomfortable for them to have a stomachache and indigestion after drinking. She sees that Shan Yu drinks so painfully, maybe it is that kind of child She thinks don't drink it, or the loss outweighs the gain.

But Shan Yu said, "It's better to buy this brand in the future."

She often feels like she doesn't want to try it anymore after drinking a glass of milk, but next time, she will unconsciously go to the kitchen to take out the glass and watch the warm white liquid gurgling into the glass.

I can't tell if it's the habit of warming milk or some kind of sustenance.

Shan Yu was about to chat with Chuuxue for a few new words, when he glanced at the above lines from the corner of his eye.

She took out her phone, flipped into Fuxue's column to make sure, and then raised her eyebrows.

Wen Sheng: Don’t you write about Tanmei?Where have you tried many things?

Blowing Snow: Illusion, ancient and present, is this not multiple attempts?

Wen Sheng: ...

Wen Sheng: Then I also switched from Modern No CP to Fantasy No CP.

Fubuki: What's more!I actually have a trumpet writing Lily!

Shan Yu's fingers holding the milk cup slipped slightly, she stared at the two words, brought the mouth of the cup to her lips and drank a little more to suppress her surprise.

Wen Sheng: Lily?

Fubuki: Yes, yes!Didn't expect that?

Fubuki: But Lily is similar to your channel, and I can only generate electricity for love!

This is true, Lily Frequency and Wu CP are notoriously generating electricity for love.

Like Shan Yu because she likes writing, she doesn’t want to mix her favorite things into other substances, but now she still has savings from working in Xianyin in the past and the cost of being a student is not big, maybe if she wants to work full-time in the future, it’s possible Go to another channel.

Wen Sheng: So Fuxue, you are still a lily lover?

She didn't think of other aspects. In real life, she thinks most of them are straight girls and straight boys. At least in a school as big as No. [-] Middle School, she has basically never seen them in school, except for that baby face...

Fubuki: Not Ang, I wrote Lily because I like girls myself.

puff!

Shan Yu almost spit out a mouthful of milk.

Fortunately, her temperament is introverted and steady, and when she is surprised, she subconsciously controls herself.

Shan Yu put the milk cup a little far away, thinking that it would be better not to drink anything when chatting with Fuxue next time.

Fubuki: What about people?Why is it gone again?

Fubuki: Oh, you fell under the chair, didn't you?

Fubuki: Surprised?I just knew you might not be able to accept it so I didn't tell you.

Fubuki: Oops, I have pity on our fragile little heart, Shengsheng~

Wen Sheng: Are you telling the truth?

Fubuki: I am mad at Tian, ​​of course it is true!

Wen Sheng: So you have a girlfriend?

Fubuki: No, there is only one person I like.

Shan Yu paused for breath, yes, if you like girls, you don't necessarily have a girlfriend, but you just... have someone you like.

She felt a little distressed, for the girl she didn't know on the other side of the screen.

Fubuki: You also know the person I like!

Wen Sheng: Who is it?

Speaking of this, the sad atmosphere faded, and Shan Yu suspected that Chuuxue was playing a spoof again, and they didn't know each other in three dimensions.

Fubuki: Snow!

Fubuki: Isn't that obvious?

Wen Sheng: ...

Wen Sheng: You are clearly idolatrous.

Waste her feelings.

Fubuki: That's right, but how do you know that I don't have anything but idol worship?

"..."

Shan Yu was speechless.

Also.

you are not a fish, how to know the joy of fish.

The son is not me, so I know that I don't know the joy of fish.

This topic is unresolved.

Wen Sheng: Then have you ever liked other girls?

Fubuki: No, I am dedicated!

It's justified.

Shan Yu caresses the forehead.

Wen Sheng: So you have never been in a relationship?

Fubuki: None.

Fubuki: But your "also" is very spiritual.

Fuxue: Student Sheng Shengzi, I know why you keep writing without cp.

Fubuki: So you're still a brat!Hahahahaha!

Fubuki: I didn't like other people because I was single-minded.

Fubuki: Have you never been tempted when you grow up so big?No wonder I can't write emotional essays!

Fuxue: Little brat, tell me how old you are!Hahahahaha, from now on you have to call me Sister Fuxue!

"..."

dream.

She has only one sister, that is sister Wen, and she doesn't recognize anyone else.

Wen Sheng: I will turn 18 at the end of this year and I am in my third year of high school. What about you?

Fubuki: ...I am also in the third year of high school.

That was a coincidence.

Shan Yu wanted to laugh to herself, she entered school a year later than her peers, so those in the same grade were basically younger than her.

But Fubuki's tone was obviously lowered, and he only said that he was still in the third year of high school.

Fubuki: It's such a coincidence, let's get married after entering university!

Wen Sheng: This is not urgent, tell me how old are you first?

Fubuki: ...he turned 6 in June this year

Oh, that's how she looks half a year younger than her.

Shan Yu was very generous and did not ask Chuuxue to call her sister in turn.

But the three words "little kid" are still quite eye-catching, and she doesn't like these three words.

Wen Sheng: So who is the brat?

Chuuxue played dead for the first time, and the dialog box froze.

Wen Sheng: And it's not that I haven't been tempted.

When Shan Yu typed out these words, he could hear the beating of the drum in his left atrium.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, she curled her fingers vigorously, then stretched them out again.

Fubuki:?

Fuxue is obviously very good, the routine is full of sense of sight, and he is not excited, so he cautiously knocked a question mark.

Fubuki: So I also know him?

Shan Yu let out a breath.

Wen Sheng: wendy

Typing out the name, and talking back and forth for only 30 seconds, Shan Yu's palms were already sweating.

Even to netizens who have never met before.

Even if it's in a jokingly indecent manner.

Sure enough, blowing snow over there is not a big deal.

Fubuki: Hahahahaha!

Fubuki: You can do it!

Fubuki: Learn from me!

Fubuki's drama addiction is very strong, and he still insists on it.

Fubuki: But I don't agree with what you learned!I really like snow!

Fubuki: Our feelings are different.

Fubuki: Do you know?

I know.

Shan Yu took the glass from the computer, drank the milk in it one gulp, it was completely cold.

The rich milk flavor invaded the nasal cavity and mouth all the way to the chest cavity, and it was even more unpalatable than when it was warm.

She twitched her lips, a self-deprecating smile.

Our feelings are indeed different.

But my feelings, no one knows.

The end of the year is the last busy period for artists. After this period, there will be more announcements around the Lantern Festival.

In Xianyin's practice room, Tang Chuxue and Wen Yixian are practicing an adapted song.

Wen Yixian was playing the keyboard, and when humming with Tang Chuxue, they would stop from time to time to make a mark or make a small revision on the score. They had been grinding on a short piece of song for half an afternoon.

"Yanjin will pick me up later, and we'll see you after the festival." Tang Chuxue bent down and picked up a thermos cup from the ground beside her feet to fill a few mouthfuls of water when she was almost done with the practice.

"Are you going to Germany this year?"

"That's right." Tang Chuxue smiled, "Last year I made my senior sister unhappy, so this year I'll take good care of her."

"It's a honeymoon." Tang Chuxue sprinkled dog food, "Don't tell her, I've already made plans."

"..."

Wen Yixian thought to himself, what crime have I committed again.

"You still call her Senior Sister." In order not to look too sour, Wen Yixian picked a fresh and refined angle to complain, "It's not real Senior Sister, and both of you are too old."

Tang Chuxue lowered her head and smiled, "Sometimes I can't change my words."

With a sweet look on his face, Wen Yixian felt that he had been hit more violently.

"What about you?" Tang Chuxue asked, "What's your schedule? We haven't seen much during this busy period, and last time I saw a program list for the Spring Festival Gala circulating on the Internet. Do you want to perform a sketch?"

Tang Chuxue covered her lips and smiled, "Really?"

"Of course it's fake." Wen Yixian was speechless, "You know I only like singing."

They don't engage in other messy eyeballs, and they don't have that diamond, let alone take on that porcelain job.

"Well, but it's good to show your face when you just released your new album." Tang Chuxue expressed her understanding, "It's been a month since you released your third album, and your sales have exploded again. You have one album a year and you've finished it with high quality. There is no other singer who is so conscientious and dedicated in the entire Chinese music scene."

The flattery hit the spot, and Wen Yixian was very useful. She also took a sip of tea from the thermos, and said reservedly, "It's okay."

"Conscience singer, do you have any programs for the Spring Festival Gala on other channels?" Tang Chuxue asked, "The new album is not a prosperous day to promote and promote, and is scheduled for next year's Golden Melody Awards?"

"No, I'll go home for the New Year too."

Tang Chuxue was puzzled, "The Spring Festival Gala of local stations is staggered, and some of them can be recorded in advance, so it won't affect your celebration."

She passed by a certain office today and heard that a local station invited Wendy to save the scene, saying that a superstar got into trouble and temporarily canceled the show.

"Forget it, the weather has been bad recently, and it's the Spring Festival, which is a day of national celebration. What if I can't come back?"

"Well, yes." Tang Chuxue frowned slightly and nodded in agreement.

But she thought in her heart, Wendy is too cautious, why does this feel the same as the National Day trip last time?

"Grandma." Wen Yixian's phone vibrated suddenly, she touched it and took a look, then quickly picked it up.

"okay, I get it."

"I... Shan Yu promised to go with you?"

"Oh, then I won't go either."

"It's okay, anyway, I've gotten used to it in the past few years, isn't it always New Year's Eve wherever I am?"

……

After hanging up the phone, meeting Tang Chuxue's eyes, Wen Yixian sighed, "My parents took grandma abroad for the New Year."

"Oh." Tang Chuxue nodded, and her phone vibrated accordingly. She bent her eyes the second she saw the sender's name on the screen, typed a line of words on the screen with her fingers, and then raised her head to follow Wen Yixian Then he said, "Then you just have time to spare, do you want to hang out with us? Or which station's program will you pick up?"

"Pull it down, I don't want to be a light bulb, I'm afraid your girlfriend will find a chance to turn me off in the middle of the night." Wen Yixian was speechless about the invitation from his friend who didn't care about it. He gave her a blank look, and then sighed, with a flat tone, " I won’t take other jobs either.”

"why?"

Tang Chuxue tilted her head, remembering the name she vaguely heard just now, "It's Shan Yu, your little sister?"

When Wen Yixian heard that name, her whole body became softer, she nodded slightly, and said softly, "Well, we can't let her celebrate the New Year alone."

Tang Chuxue's eyes were a little dazzled for a moment, Wen Yixian who looked like this is not common, she jokingly applauded after regaining her senses, "What a good sister."

The voice just fell.

With a "bang", the door of the karaoke room was pushed open.

The woman with a bad complexion came in, sneered as she walked, "Heh."

What good sister?

Which good sister?

Do you dare to call someone a good sister?

Tang Chuxue's eyes lit up immediately.

"..."

Wen Yixian had a premonition that another wave of dog food was going to be stuffed, so she rushed to speak, she looked at Yan Jin who walked over in the air-conditioning and said, "It's not Chinese New Year yet, the jar of vinegar has been overturned, how can you eat dumplings? "

Vinegar Tanzi rolled up his sleeves, intending to kill this arrogant single dog.

Shan Yu sent Aunt Chen back early the day before.

On the 31st day of the year, she spent the whole day in the study studying papers, and when she was hungry, she would order dumplings and noodles by herself.

For Shan Yu, the Chinese New Year is not that important.

What can be special?It's just a meaning given to it by people. If you don't care about it, then this day is also an ordinary day, and you can live it as you want.

But although Shan Yu doesn't value it himself, he can understand that some people will.

When Grandma Wen offered to celebrate the New Year with her, she declined. She remembered that last year Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen couldn’t pick up Grandma Wen. reunion.

Shan Yu was not used to such an occasion, especially since she didn't know Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen, so it was inevitable that she would feel uncomfortable.

In the evening, there was a knock on the door.

Shan Yu was sitting in the study, two doors away, she didn't hear it until the phone vibrated continuously.

Seeing the name on the screen clearly, Shan Yu's breathing quickened a bit, she calmed down and connected, "Sister Wen, Happy New Year."

She thought sister Wen was sending her blessings.

Originally, she was hesitant to call at zero o'clock.

"Open the door." There were only two simple words on the other end of the phone.

"Huh?" Shan Yu was stunned.

A second later, she stood up suddenly, and slammed her knee on the chair with a "bang", almost flipping the chair over.

"Puchi..." A chuckle came from the other end of the phone, telling her, "Slow down."

But Shan Yu didn't care about exhaling pain or answering Wen Yixian, she hurriedly opened the doorknob and ran out of the study, ran across the living room, and opened the door.

She had to be sure, the guess in her heart was too pleasantly surprised, so pleasantly surprised that she couldn't believe it.

"Shan Yu."

The woman at the door was wearing a long and thick down jacket with a scarf around her eyes.

But just meeting those almond eyes is enough to make Shan Yu cheer up.

Haven't seen each other for a long time, the last time was Mid-Autumn Festival.

Some time ago, Shan Yu didn't go back to her 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. She had to go to school that day, and she said she didn't want to be too troublesome.

In the sprint stage of the third year of high school, Grandma Wen and Sister Wen could only express their understanding.

The two of them got into the car, and the heating inside was fully turned on.

Snow suddenly fell on the way, and the passers-by on the road exclaimed that it was quite spectacular to see from the car window, it turned out to be a piece of heavy snow.

Wen Yixian turned his head to look at the girl, "Shan Yu, it's just the two of us celebrating tonight."

The girl's heart was still hooked by the scenery outside the window, she was surprised, when she heard this sentence suddenly, her heart skipped a beat for some reason.

The expression remained at the moment when he turned his head, blank and confused, cold and a little dazed.

The corners of Wen Yixian's lips curled up, "Cute."

Shan Yu slowly looked away, and looked out of the window again.

From an angle that Wen Yixian couldn't see, she saw the blurred shadow reflected by the car window, and the corners of her lips were about to reach her ears.

She pulled it down, and accidentally touched her ear, which was a little hot.

Shan Yu completely lowered his head.

When she returned to Wen's house, Mama Liu had already put the dishes on the table and was tidying up her apron. She smiled and nodded at Shan Yu, and then said to the two of them, "Happy holidays, ladies, I'll go back first. Also waiting for my reunion."

Wen Yixian walked over to help her, took the apron and told her with a smile, "Okay, be careful on the road, it's snowing outside and be careful."

Shan Yu is a junior, she picked up the bowl on the table and took the initiative to serve the meal.

I don't know if Mama Liu remembered her taste or if someone told her to.

Sweet potato rice is cooked in the rice cooker.

The last Mid-Autumn Festival was just plain white rice. Shan Yu thought that she didn't come back often, and Mama Liu had already forgotten about it.

The two sat on the former fixed seats facing each other to eat.

There was also a bottle of red wine on the table, Shan Yu hesitated, and took a bottle opener from the counter beside him.

"Wait." Wen Yixian was still wondering why the child was there, and frowned when he saw the things in her hands, "What are you doing?"

Shan Yu raised his glass, "Drink with Sister Wen."

Wen Yixian's temples twitched faintly, and she stared silently like a child.

——Why, looking for cuts for Chinese New Year.

Shan Yu was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly, "Sister Wen, have you forgotten that I'm already 18?"

"I haven't forgotten." Wen Yixian pulled the child to her side, then opened one finger at a time, and took out the bottle opener from her hand, "It's not suitable."

Why is it inappropriate?

Shan Yu didn't ask, anyway, Sister Wen said what she said.

She has never drunk, and she is not interested, but she wants to spend the holidays with sister Wen, and she has nothing to say if she doesn't drink herself.

Wen Yixian turned around and put the bottle opener back into the cabinet.

With her back facing Shan Yu, she frowned slightly.

On the one hand, Shan Yu is young and doesn't know how much she can drink, and besides, drinking is not a hobby, there is no need to cultivate it; on the other hand, she just had a sudden thought and subconsciously refused.

She is not always quiet after drinking, and she is not sure about her behavior after drinking.

Although there was obviously nothing to worry about, but an inexplicable guilt crossed her mind.

Without grandma present, the meal was a bit awkward.

Shan Yu tried his best to find topics with Wen Yixian, and Wen Yixian did the same.

But it just feels like something is missing.

Maybe it's because they haven't gotten along too much recently, and relatives will be divided if they don't see each other for a long time, or maybe they have no blood relationship at all, and they may not necessarily treat each other as relatives in the deepest part of their hearts.

The two then nestled on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

They chatted and chatted, but it was Shan Yu's study and Wen Yixian's work. This time, no one mentioned the final exam grade ranking, and both of them deliberately avoided the same.

There is an invisible sense of tension hovering across the space.

After watching the Spring Festival Gala for an hour, after nine o'clock, Shan Yu suddenly got up, "It's getting late, Sister Wen, I'm leaving first."

Wen Yixian was staring at the TV distractedly, when she heard the words and got up, she was very surprised, "Are you staying here tonight?"

The Wen family mansion was empty, only a few dim wall lamps were left in the corridors.

"I..." Shan Yu bit her lower lip.

She actually didn't want to leave, but she didn't dare to let her thoughts go.

Before she came, she made up her mind to go back tonight.

She had already taken a good look at the situation and found an excuse, "My room is already empty."

The sheets and quilts were all washed and taken away a few months ago, and there was no way to sleep.

Wen Yixian frowned, she forgot about it, but now there is no other way.

She dragged Shan Yu to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and opened the curtains with a "crash".

There was so much snow on the way here, and the snow hasn't stopped for several hours. The outside has long been frozen with ice and snow, and there are few ruts on the road.

It's too unsafe to take a trip at this time.

Shan Yu looked out the window and frowned.

What should I do?

Wen Yixian grabbed her wrist and ordered, without doubt, "Tonight, you sleep with me."

The author has something to say: Shan Yu: Woohoo, Sister Wen is going to sleep with me!

Fubuki: Sister, shouldn’t that be hahaha?