The night came unconsciously.

Unsurpurious, the snowy mountains in the past few days, the night sky without a little star, there was half a moonlight tonight.

Because Fang Yao was involved in the funeral at home, Mo Wei also did not see her for several days.He also did not go to the old house to find her, one is inconvenient, two is not appropriate.

As the prince, Fang Zhang's is a high-respected or virtuous, go to condone, but nothing.There were countless evils in his life, and his personality and character made him disdainful.Let him bow down to her, it will not be possible.

Only when the funeral is over can he go to her.

Fang Yao chose the medicine in the house and spoke with Li Yuelan.When I saw him come in, both mother and daughter were in a twilight.

“How did you come?”Fang Yao got up to meet him, not seeing him for many days, thinking about going to see him tomorrow.Fang Zhang's death, somehow in his heart, gave birth to a lot of thoughts, I want to find someone to say.I didn’t know he was coming tonight.

There is no joy in the heart.

“I’ll come and see.”Mo left and went in, shouting for Aunt Li Yuelan.Li Yuelan was eager to respond, but his princely status was never allowed to be relieved, or accept it calmly.She wanted to respond to Mo’s request and pretended not to care about his princely status, what she had done before.But when he saw me, she felt dry again, did not know what to say to him, and no matter what she said, she was not natural.

In this regard, Mo is also helpless.

“Let’s go out for a walk!”The atmosphere in the house was a little stiff, and Fang Yao did not want Li Yuelan and Mo to be uncomfortable, so he proposed to go and talk to Mo outside.

Mo left nothing but promise, can do nothing else.

He could not change Li Yuelan's thinking, at best, to reduce the opportunity to get along.

The winter here seems to be particularly long, and the heavy rain has been intermittent for almost two months.Cover the world under the snow, and see no other color except silver and white.

It snowed at first, when it was a sight.For a long time, it felt monotonous.Especially so cold, occasionally out of the sun, the snow on the ground has become a little, but after two days began to snow again, making the snow on the ground deep and slippery, extremely difficult to walk.

Mo began to take her hand, and then changed to put his arm around her waist.

At the pool, the two stopped.Fang Yao forgot to bring the stove when he went out, and he took her hand in his hand and breathed hard.Even if the little hot current does not play a role in the cold wind, Fang Yao's heart is warm.

“It’s funny why I’m so cold!”Fang Yao didn’t understand.In the past, she did not do this ah, there was a time of fear of cold, but also because of the cold poison, but then ate the antidote made by the old man given by the old man under the wolf cliff, the toxin has been completely, how to be so afraid of cold.

"You're weak and tired."The old Fang family has today, all rely on Fang Yao alone to spell out.Don't look at her as if she is always idle at home, but the business in the city, the teaching of Baihui, and these chores at home, she does not worry about.

When Fang Yao heard this, he couldn’t help but laugh: “I am tired of what I am tired of, just to go to the class in Baihui Hall.”

"I'm talking about your heart, your heart is too tired, there are too many things in your mind, which leads to a complex mood, from morning to night, the nerves are broken, and there is no moment to relax."Mo saw that her hand had been hot, and simply opened the big cyanus and wrapped her whole person in it.

“What are you doing?”Fang Yao was very cold and full of, smelling the unique pasture smell of his body, is so familiar and warm.Fang Yao couldn't help but be a little trance, his arms were so stiff and powerful, like an invisible net, wrapped in her, took care of her, cared for her, loved her, and she was so happy and enamored.

"I'll keep you hot so you don't get cold."The sound of ink drifting from the top of her head came low, and the soft tone was like a cloud of warm fog pouring down from her forehead.Fang Yao’s face was red and shy, “You make people see it badly!”

"What's so good, you and I are adults, and I are like-minded, and the two hearts are imprinted, even if you hug and hug, that's the place of love, in the sense."Mo turned her body away from the side and let her look at herself face to face.This face, now so bright and beautiful, is very different from the childishness of five years ago.It is a little more dignified and quiet, but it also makes him love the bone marrow.

"Five years, how many nights, I am thinking of you, think about the past between us."I often regret why when we are together, there is no hand, no kiss, no doing what a lover should do.Just because we were young, yes, you were only thirteen years old, but I was an adult.And in order not to make you feel that I seem to be violating you, to make you comfortable and comfortable to stay around me, I have always set out to be affectionate, and stop to be polite.But five years have passed, I am twenty-one, you are eighteen, we are adults, we should do what adults should do, do you hope that I have always kept the courtesy of you gentlemen?"

Mo left rarely said emotional words, but as long as it is said, it is very vivid, and it can pke into people's hearts at once.

Fang Yao caressed his face and looked at his eyebrows, nose, mouth, every line of his face, she had dreamed of many nights.

Now that the dream has come true, the joy and attachment in her heart are actually no less than Mo.According to her psychological age, she is nearly forty old girls this year, but with this young pink face to deceive the world.

But her interpretation and understanding of feelings is only deeper than ink.So when Mo left so careful care of her, she was more in her heart than more than ever in gratitude.

Her touch made the atmosphere seem strange.

Mo clutched her hand, his fingertips swung in his face, like a treach of electricity, stirred every nerve of him, and then let her touch it, he was bound to burn the ground now.

“Why don’t you like me touching you?”Fang Yao looked at him, and the black eyes were shining in the night sky, some hazy.The ink was tight from the throat, and it felt like a flame in his body, burning his mouth dry.

"I..." Mo was just about to open his mouth, Fang Yao suddenly put forward a small face, soft lips so unpremorated to cover him.

Astringent and hard...

Even though Fang Yao had love experience in his previous life, this kiss, which she took the initiative to implement, was still very strange.

Even so, it was a surprise to eat out of ink.

She actually took the initiative to kiss him, Mo left her eyes wide, feeling like a dream, so unreal.

It was not until his mouth smelled sweet and soft that he returned to God.

From passive as an active, just a moment of things.