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The male demon wore a dark black short shirt, his arms tightly encircling the female demon in front of him, his chin gently resting on the top of her hair covered with downy hair.
The female demon smiled, her eyes crinkling, and nuzzled the male demon's arm, chattering away. Even her breath seemed sweet.
Ya Ya was slightly taken aback, and the snow-white light in her eyes flickered.
Then, the stunned expression slowly faded, the smile on her lips deepened, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.
She suddenly remembered that handsome young man.
That night, he gently pulled me close from behind, his fingertips clutching the cold ring, his eyes serious.
Close your eyes, and that scene seems to be right before your eyes, along with his faint fragrance and gentle eyes.
"Hmph, idiot..."
"Always away from me... such a busy person..."
She gave a soft hum, but couldn't hide the softness in her voice.
She rolled over and sat up in bed, her fair little feet gently stepping on the cool floor.
She didn't seem to care much, and just shook her wrist.
The silver bells jingled with each movement, their crisp sound blending beautifully with the patter of snow falling outside the window.
Her chest swayed gently as she stood up, and her clothes were slightly disheveled.
She didn't bother to tidy up; she went straight to the table and picked up the little clay figure.
The clay figure wasn't particularly exquisite, but its features were clearly defined.
She was dressed in plain white, with a faint smile on her lips.
This is a clay figure she made herself, called the "ice block version." Although it's a bit rough, she likes it very much.
Ya Ya carried the little clay figure to the window.
She winked at the clay figure, her golden eyes sparkling with tiny snowflakes, and her voice was as soft as honey: "Mu Bingkuai, shall I take you to see the snow?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she glanced warily to the left and right.
Outside the courtyard, only the soft sound of falling snow could be heard. After confirming that no one was around, she quickly lowered her head and gently touched the little clay figure's slightly cool forehead with her soft lips.
Like having secretly tasted a mouthful of fine peach blossom wine, her cheeks instantly flushed with an even deeper blush.
Then she smiled sweetly, pressed the little clay figure tightly against her chest, letting it rest against her warm clothes, and turned to run out the door.
The silver bells jingled as she ran, and her skirt swept across the threshold, creating a gust of wind.
She ran very fast, her figure passing through the snow-covered bamboo path, her footsteps making a soft "crunch" sound as she ran, and soon she reached the bluestone arch bridge.
The young couple in the middle of the bridge were still there; the male demon was gently brushing snow from the female demon's hair.
Hearing hurried footsteps behind them, the two slowly turned around.
Upon seeing that the person running towards her was Tu Shan Ya Ya, dressed in blue with a bulging belly in her arms, the female demon smiled first, her voice gentle.
Hello, Miss Ya Ya.
The male demon nodded in agreement, a smile playing on his lips: "Miss Ya Ya, are you here to enjoy the snow too?"
"Hello!
Ya Ya stopped, her chest rising and falling slightly. The little clay figure in her arms was protected tightly, not a speck of snow had gotten on it.
She nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling, and then looked up at the outside of the bridge.
The distant mountains are covered with snow, and the river is frozen with a thin layer of ice. Snowflakes fall on the ice and reflect the sunlight, creating a scene as beautiful as a moving painting.
She carefully lifted the little clay figure from her chest.
Then, she brought the little clay figure close to her face, gently rubbing her soft cheek against the clay figure's cool cheek, her eyes curving into crescents.
"How is it? Mu Bingkuai, isn't it pretty?"
Snowflakes landed on her hair, turning into tiny water droplets, but she was completely unaware, staring intently at the little clay figure, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry.
"Mu Bingkuai, why are you ignoring me? Is it good or not?"
The wind whipped up snowflakes that hit my face, feeling cool and refreshing.
She tightened her grip on the little clay figure, her earlier excitement fading slightly, the light in her eyes softening, and her voice growing even gentler, "Mu Bingkuai, I missed you..."
As she spoke, she pouted slightly, her cheeks puffed up like little buns, and her expression became somewhat aggrieved, even the tip of her nose turned red again.
"Whether it looks good or not, if you don't tell me soon... I'm going to get angry..."
As soon as she finished speaking, fearing that the little clay figure might have actually "heard" her, she quickly poked the corner of the clay figure's mouth with her fingertip and whispered a word.
"...Just be angry for a little while, okay?"
"Yes, it is quite beautiful."
A familiar voice, like a breeze veiled in snow, drifted gently from behind.
The clear, cool tone, with a touch of youthful gentleness, immediately reached Tu Shan Ya Ya's ears.
Her pupils suddenly contracted, the snowy light in her eyes instantly froze, and her entire demonic form seemed to be frozen in place as if under a spell.
The little clay figure in my arms almost slipped from my grasp; I even forgot to breathe.
The next second, the chill of the falling snow suddenly disappeared.
A green bamboo umbrella stood steadily above her, its edge shielding her from the falling snow and creating a small, warm space around her.
The couple beside them were already wide-eyed with shock. The male demon subconsciously released his grip on the female demon, and the two stared blankly, their eyes shining.
Behind Tu Shan Ya Ya, Mu Qing Han wrapped one arm around Tu Shan Ya Ya's soft waist and held up an umbrella with the other.
The umbrella ribs tilted slightly, completely protecting her as a demon.
"Why not use your demonic power to block the snow?"
His voice was close to her ear, tinged with a helpless reproach.
"Look at you, you're covered in snow."
His gaze swept over her bare feet, where snowflakes clung to her fair insteps, turning them slightly red from the cold. He frowned again, his tone softening further.
"You're going out without shoes? Aren't your feet cold, Ya Ya..."
Mu Qinghan subtly increased the pressure in his hands, pulling the girl completely into his arms.
The large robe was like a warm net, tightly wrapping Tu Shan Ya Ya's small body, keeping out the wind, snow and chill.
He lowered his head and gently rested it on her shoulder, his hair brushing against her flushed earlobes, his voice tender.
"What's wrong? Are you mute? Ya Ya..."
"Mu Bingkuai, you've come to find me!"
The slight feeling of grievance that had just arisen vanished instantly, leaving only a deep sense of joy.
Tu Shan Ya Ya suddenly came to her senses, pressing the little clay figure in her arms tightly to her chest. She turned around and buried her little head in Mu Qing Han's arms, her voice full of joy.
"Yes, Ya Ya... I've come to find you."
Chapter 98 Take Me Away
"I'm not afraid of the cold... I have ice-type demonic power, have you forgotten?"
Tu Shan Ya Ya looked up at Mu Qing Han, her voice soft and coquettish at the end.
The fluffy fox ears swayed gently in her hair.
Her fingertips were a little cold, but she deliberately leaned over and gently pinched his warm cheek, like pinching a soft glutinous rice cake.
Mu Qinghan lowered her head slightly following her force, and the wisps of hair on her forehead brushed against her eyebrows. The next second, her warm forehead gently bumped against her cool forehead.
He spoke very softly, his gaze fixed on the toes peeking out from under her skirt.
"Then why are your feet so red?"
"That's normal..."
Ya Ya's eyes darted around, but she couldn't help rubbing her forehead against his, like a little fox seeking warmth.
Mu Qinghan's gaze, however, went past the top of her head and landed on her collar.
His blue collar bulged slightly, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"what is this?"
Before he finished speaking, his finger had already instinctively reached out.
He stopped abruptly the moment his fingertips touched that delicate, warm skin.
That idiot, he actually stuffed things here.
He looked up at Ya Ya and saw the girl's almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring blankly at his hand that had slipped into her collar.
Her cheeks flushed crimson at a visible speed, from the tip of her nose to the tips of her ears. She even breathed softly, staring at him with wet eyes, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing her blushing face, Mu Qinghan's own cheeks flushed.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and without making a sound, he took the small object out of her clothes and waved it in front of her eyes.
"I'm asking you, why did you stuff it here? Hmm?"
The clay figurines sculpted with fingertips are not particularly exquisite, but their features are clearly defined.
The wispy bangs on her forehead, the upturned nose, and even the faint smile at the corner of her mouth were all perfectly sculpted.
Mu Qinghan chuckled, his fingertips brushing against the clay figure's small cheek.
"this is me?"
Ya Ya finally realized what was happening, her voice barely audible.
"Um... I made it secretly... I was afraid of losing it, so I... I just left it here..."
As she spoke, she snuggled closer to him, her burning cheeks pressed against his collar, "Warm and safe."
"Then why don't you sculpt a replica of yourself?"
Mu Qinghan twirled the little clay figure between his fingertips, looked down at the person in his arms, and spoke with a hint of teasing.