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The wrapping paper of the candied chestnuts was flipped over by Song Youfang. He took out one from the inside and slowly peeled it off. Then he broke Ting Yun's hand and put it in his palm. Yun subconsciously closed his fingers.

"Every time I meet you, the power goes out." Ting Yun sighed.

Before Song Youfang could utter the word "Fate", Ting Yun added in a neutral tone, "It's really unlucky."

Fortunately, the light in the room was not enough, so Song Youfang could hide his embarrassment. He paused in peeling the chestnuts, and then continued calmly.

The meeting of the two of them was indeed not considered lucky for Ting Yun, but Song Youfang was thinking that he wanted to work hard to be a harbor that could shelter Ting Yun from wind and rain.

Mr. Song's poor hands-on ability is not only reflected in making snowmen, but he is also particularly clumsy in peeling chestnuts. Ting Yun hardly has a whole chestnut in his hand, and it has been pinched into several petals, and even some fine particles .

Ting Yun tasted one, and it was similar to the taste in his memory. The chestnuts were fried very dry and firm, and he choked a little after eating a few more. sweat.

She has resisted Song Youfang a lot, and now she is staying together quietly, but she doesn't know how to get along with her. Song Youfang was the one who acquiesced in entering the room. At this time, it would be unreasonable to kick him out again.

Even Tingyun had to ask himself whether he was giving Song Youfang a chance.

Through the window, the wind could not be heard, and the snow scene was extraordinarily serene, unspeakably beautiful, but Ting Yun didn't have the heart to appreciate it, he buried his head between his legs.

In the room, any subtle sound can be amplified many times, so when Song Youfang stopped peeling the chestnuts, Ting Yun could still distinguish from the sound even if he didn't look at it.

He didn't know what to say to Song Youfang, so he could only turn his head to one side. Out of the corner of his eye, he could catch a glimpse of the shadow on the wall. Song Youfang and him were sitting side by side. one person.

He moved his hand holding his calf, and the shadows of his fingers danced nimbly on the wall. He gradually raised his body and intersected with Song Youfang's shadow. There was no human figure at all, and a strange and funny shape appeared on the wall. shape.

"Ting Yun?" There was a rustling sound when the cloth rubbed against each other, Song Youfang felt a little strange.

Ting Yun didn't look back, "Do you know hand shadow?"

Song Youfang was in a trance for no reason. He felt that Ting Yun's tone was very familiar, and he couldn't grasp the soft and ethereal tone, just like when Ting Yun told him that saliva could relieve itching in the car before.

Ting Yun put the chestnut meat in his hand on the paper, and after crossing his hands, his fingers made a concave shape, and the shadow on the wall happened to be a deer.

"My dad taught me."

Song Youfang could hear "Hmm", "No one taught me this."

Ting Yun looked back at him, took out all the chestnuts in his hand, and then showed him how to place his fingers again.

Song Youfang did as he did, but it didn't feel right no matter what he did, his fingers were so stiff that he couldn't bend them.

"It's not like that." Ting Yun still overestimated Song Youfang's understanding ability in this area, he snapped Song Youfang's fingers, and instructed softly, "Relax."

Song Youfang couldn't relax. This was the first time that Ting Yun took the initiative to have physical contact with him after their divorce. The smell of Ting Yun's pheromone was as refreshing as when they first met.

Ting Yun's focus was on Song Youfang's hands. He opened and closed his lips, telling Song Youfang what to do, but Song Youfang didn't listen at all.

Song Youfang is like a marionette, at the mercy of Ting Yun, but his uncontrollable clumsiness makes his joints, like rusted gears, make harsh and unpleasant sounds when forced to operate, like It can break anytime.

Ting Yun's fingers shuttled between Song Youfang's fingers, and the blood flow accelerated under every skin touched by Ting Yun. Let him be as still as a block of wood.

"Why are you so stupid?" Ting Yun said to him, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Song Youfang couldn't refute Ting Yun's words. He was really stupid in this matter about Ting Yun.

The shadow on the wall looked completely different, Ting Yun tried his best, but he couldn't correct Song Youfang, so he had to give up.

"You are only suitable for simple ones." Ting Yun's tone was brisk, with a rare cunning, "Withdraw your arms, and then face me."

Song Youfang acted like a bewitched man, and he obeyed Ting Yun's words. He didn't care much about the shadow on the wall, but saw Ting Yun smiling happily, turning his head several times, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

"This kind...simple...suits you..." Ting Yun covered his cheek with the back of his hand to prevent himself from laughing too badly, "Like... bastard..."

It is estimated that no one in Song Youfang's life has ever said "like a bastard" to him. He was stunned and kept his original movements. When Ting Yun turned around, his shoulders shook violently, and his cheeks also smiled. It was hot, and the eyes were a little moist.

But Song Youfang didn't smile, Ting Yun could only gradually restrain his smile, and the atmosphere in the room became strange.

Song Youfang's eyes stayed on the wall behind him, Ting Yun was not sure whether he was angry or whether he was looking carefully to see if he looked like a bastard.

"You..." Song Youfang's silence made Ting Yun hesitate, he couldn't be really angry, just when he wanted to look back, Song Youfang stopped him softly.

"Ting Yun, don't move."

Alpha's deep voice was magical, and Ting Yun froze in place, "What...what's wrong?"

"Like something else."

Song Youfang's thoughtless words made Ting Yun react for a moment, "What do you look like?"

"Turn your head and you'll be gone." For some reason, Song Youfang's tone was full of luck that couldn't be hidden, and the joy of monopolizing this gift.

Because the shadow trembled when Ting Yun laughed, Song Youfang greedily stared at the place where the shadow overlapped, as if two people were kissing, Ting Yun nestled in his arms, raised his head, every time he "kissed" Ting Yun took the initiative.

The quiet depressive feeling, under the blessing of the aroma of lavender, made Ting Yun's breathing more difficult. Song Youfang's "don't move" was like a mantra, but he still couldn't match the curiosity in his heart, he wanted to look back.

He turned his head slightly, trying to maintain his original movements.

The shadows overlapped, and Song Youfang behind him seemed to be lowering his head slowly. Ting Yun's lips swept across his forehead, then along the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, staying on the tip of his nose for a long time.

Ting Yun understood what the shadow looked like, it looked like they were kissing.

With a throbbing heart, Ting Yun instinctively leaned back and pressed his back against the edge of the bed.

Determined that Ting Yun had nowhere to escape, Song Youfang's heart was beating wildly. He tried to keep his head down. The shadow on the wall approached Ting Yun's lips. When it was about to touch his lips, Ting Yun folded his arms and turned his back to over him.

This "kiss" came to an abrupt end, and Song Youfang's beating heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Ting Yun bowed his back slightly, buried his head deeply, and under the darkness, he couldn't see the scars on his glands.

"Ting Yun..." Song Youfang's voice was hoarse, "Don't point the gland at alpha."

This sentence was very familiar, Ting Yun quickly stretched out his hand to cover the back of his neck, his defense was vulnerable, Song Youfang just opened his fingers, and easily defeated him.

Song Youfang turned the person around, holding Ting Yun's hand didn't feel real, so he squeezed Ting Yun's palm again.

"Ting Yun..."

Unable to kiss Ting Yun's shadow, Song Youfang greedily wanted to kiss Ting Yun's lips.