this sentiment

There was the sound of watch drums in the distance. It turned out that it was already the fourth watch.

The raging north wind whizzed past the window, rustling the wooden window frame, and the dense and low-hanging thick felt in front of the window was also blown a little reluctantly, as if there was still a slight Wisps of cold wind came in with a sneer.

It's already February, and the sky is whistling about snowflakes again, what the hell is this.

While complaining, Mo You patted the snowflakes that fell on her sleeves, and reached out to open the door, but was stunned by the sight that the room seemed to be colder than the outside.

Feng Xiaoran was only loosely dressed in a moon-white obscene dress, standing by the window, leaning on the wall with one hand, and opened half of the window with the other hand, he didn't know what he was looking at.

The cold wind that Zhengchou had nowhere to enter came in through this small opening frantically, and entangled him wantonly, his long black and soft hair was curled up and fluttered, and the fine satin obscene clothes were also tightly attached to his body under the kiss of the cold wind. , It also outlines a tall and fit figure with a narrow waist and narrow hips.

"Xiao Ran, are you crazy?" At this moment, Mo You didn't have the leisure to caress for the beauty, all she knew was that a woman should not be exposed to the wind or cold after childbirth, otherwise she would be left with confinement disease that hurts here and there for the rest of her life.Although Feng Xiaoran is not a woman, but he can conceive and has just had a miscarriage, so how can he stand such nonsense?

"Don't tell me you still want to enjoy the snow now." Mo You was a little angry, angry that he didn't cherish herself so much.

The thick furry waistcoat fell down quickly, Feng Xiaoran turned around in a daze, and a face of ashen peach blossoms appeared in front of his eyes.

"You'er." He didn't seem to hear the anger in Mo You's words, but just looked at him bewilderedly, his eyebrows and eyes fascinated him so much.His icy fingers caressed his tight cheeks unconsciously, and kept whirling back and forth on his tightly pressed lips, as if he wanted it to become as rosy and lovable as before.

"Sorrow, I can't live without you, really."

"Xiao Ran, we are husband and wife, so naturally I will not leave you. What are you thinking?" Mo You grabbed his fumbling hand, which was as cold as ice.He stuffed it into his warm embrace without hesitation, only through a thin obscene garment, so that he could feel his true heartbeat.Xiao Ran's eyes were focused and distracted, his eyes were full of himself, but his pupils were not in focus, which made him feel a little scared.

Through the thick fur, Mo You tightly hugged Feng Xiaoran, who was in a daze, like wrapping a dead body with no signs of life, cool and stiff.He couldn't help but feel a great pain in his chest, his eyes were sore and swollen with hot steam, but he couldn't shed any tears.He was familiar with the man's body for a long time, but he was surprised to find that this man seemed to control his emotions extremely well, and the price of not expressing his emotions and anger was that he was uncomfortable. Mo You had a deep understanding at this moment.

No, I am Mo You, not the cold-blooded killer Ye Xiaoyun.I have my Xiao Ran, my family, my love and hate are all up to me.It seemed that he was fighting against Ye Xiaoyun in his heart, and when he felt two lines of icy wetness on his face, he was almost joyful.Feng Xiaoran, who was half sitting and lying on his chest, obviously sensed his emotional ups and downs, raised his head and glanced at him, it turned out that the corners of their eyes were wet.

"That child has nothing to do with us, don't think about it anymore, your body is important."

Facing Feng Xiaoran's lifeless face, Mo You really couldn't think of any comforting words, anything else would be too light for him.Seeing with his own eyes what kind of expectations Feng Xiaoran had for this child, how much he suffered for it, and now it is gone, how could the pain in his heart be resolved by him in a few words?

Feng Xiaoran remained silent like an ice sculpture, but obediently let Mo You carry him to the bed, undressed him, covered him with a thick brocade quilt, and carefully tucked the corners of the quilt.In fact, in his heart, what he longed for more was Mo You's reckless and even domineering hug, rather than the meticulous and careful service he is now, as if he is a piece of porcelain that may be broken at any time, with a slight sense of alienation in his caution.

But his natural arrogance prevented him from expressing his thoughts, he just closed his eyes obediently, and even turned over and lay down on the inside.

Mo You leaned on the side of the bed and looked at his lonely back with a complicated expression, and suddenly had the urge to rush over and hug him tightly, but he didn't, he didn't dare... He didn't know if Xiao Ran was blaming him, Blame him for being an accomplice of King Wen unintentionally, causing him to fall into such a trap that wins but loses.

At the beginning, because he was pregnant, he believed his rhetoric and married him, oh no, he married him, but now that the child is gone, he is still the king of Jin, but his origin is unknown, and it is very likely that he is Can he treat him the same as before for the secret work sent by King Wen?Or humbly begging him?Why, when the two of them get along, Mo You is used to being a little fuss, and he always coaxes Feng Xiaoran, but this time, he is damned speechless.

A dignified and helpless atmosphere surged between the two. They were obviously longing to embrace each other, but they forcibly avoided each other because of their opposite guesses. If they knew that separation was in front of them, I wonder if they would be humbled by the farewell. Proud heads of their own.