Shen Yanxiao blushed, but she didn't have the previous shyness. She curled up like a cat and hid herself in Xiu's arms.

"I'm still young." Shen Yanxiao whispered.

"I know." Xiu holds the little guy in his arms and tries to suppress some impulse. His voice is full of demons.

Shen Yanxiao gave a low smile. The hair on her head rubbed against the tip of Xius nose. Xius squinted and rubbed against her head.

Shen Yanxiao's breath has never entered his nose, making him more satisfied than ever.

Shen Yanxiao deliberately raises his head and looks down at himself. Although he hides well, Shen Yanxiao is careful in his eyes. Shen Yanxiao knew that she was very bad. She raised her chin and let her lips rub against her repaired side face.

"Repair."

"Well." Although it's just a monosyllabic section, it's a little dull and dumb. The tip of Xiu's finger gently kneads her hair.

"I have asked Qixia to find out the whereabouts of those warlocks." Shen Yanxiao leans on Xiu's chest.

She hopes that he can find his body earlier, when his embrace will no longer be cold.

She looks forward to that moment, can feel his temperature, feel the warmth from him, but it is no longer so. Mingming has touched his body and brushed his skin, but the slight cool of her fingertips makes her feel a touch of light loss.

"When I find you, I want to hug you." Shen Yan opens his mouth with a smile.

The expression of Xiuyan's eyes was a little heavy. Before giving her any reaction time, his kiss overburdened her lips. It was so cold, without any temperature, but it started a prairie fire like a spark. On Shen Yanxiao's lips, it ignited clusters of heat. The alternation of ice and fire was born in the intersection between the lips and teeth, and the plunder of the cold tongue was overbearing With every trace of sweetness in her mouth, teasingly leading her stiff tongue to entwine with it.

His strong arm is tightening every nerve. He holds her arms tightly. He lowers his head and buries his face in her neck socket. He sniffs the taste of her. He feels the constant warmth from her, as if it is constantly infecting his cold soul from the contact with each other.

He has never thanked God for giving him life and unparalleled power, but at this moment, he is very grateful to God for sending Shen Yanxiao to his side.

Let him know that his heart is not really cold.

Shen Yanxiao is like a ray of sunshine, shining in the soul of repair, a little warm his every soul, will gradually melt the glacier.

But all of this was never thought of by Xiu. In countless years, he never thought that there was someone in this world who would make him proud of his self-control. In an instant, the self-control collapsed and was suppressed in his heart. It seemed that he was being urged by her bit by bit.

"Xiao Xiao, you need to grow up quickly." Xiu's voice is very low, and her breath is splashed on Shen Yanxiao's neck, which makes her feel a little itchy.

Shen Yanxiao's face is slightly red, and she seems to understand the meaning of repair words.

She stretched out her hand, hugged Xiu and whispered: "well."

In the study, the two quietly embracing each other seem to forget everything between the heaven and the earth.

This moment, only belongs to them.

At least for this moment, they will be happy.