Chapter 2342

The quilts in the other courtyard are put to dry in the sun by servants every day. If there is no sunlight, they will be placed next to the stove to bake.

Now at the camp, the place is simple and the environment is harsh. Where the eaves are backlit, there is still a small amount of snow that has not melted, and the snow is dripping.

The quilt was stained with the unique cold fragrance of the man, enveloping her whole body.

Mo Lingwei curled up into a ball, covered most of her head with the quilt, and fell asleep in a daze.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Feng Shaojin seemed to be back. The man lay down beside her, hugged her from behind, and held her in his arms.

Feng Shaojin's big palm stroked down her knees, holding her cold feet, and his low and deep voice rang in her ears: "Didn't I prepare a Tang Pozi for you and Xiu'er each? What? Useless? Or are they all on Xiu’er’s side?”

The man's body was like a stove, with Mo Lingwei's back pressed against his arms, the heat source was transmitted continuously through the two thin coats, and he quickly warmed up.

Mo Lingwei turned over in Feng Shaojin's arms, fumbled with her hands, and held Feng Shaojin's face in her hands. Her voice was hazy and hoarse after she first woke up, low and deep, but It was like a small hook hooking his restless heart.

"Shaojin." Mo Lingwei opened his mouth, and the residual heat in his breath sprinkled on Feng Shaojin's face.

The person who is close at hand, the warmth in the arms, the distance where the breath is heard, the night when you can't stretch your hands, the body in his arms.

"Huh?" Feng Shaojin's breath was full of her scent: "I'm here."

Mo Lingwei's lips moved closer, and the warm touch was imprinted on Feng Shaojin's chin.

Feng Shaojin's mind went blank, and his arms hugged her even tighter.

"Ling Wei." Feng Shaojin could only feel the blood in his body boiling, and his voice became tense, "Do you know what you are doing?"

He was just afraid that she would be too cold, so he wanted to hug her. It was rare that he didn't have any distracting thoughts in his mind, and he didn't have the slightest extravagant thoughts.

"What do you like to hear?" Mo Lingwei asked, "I'll tell you everything, okay?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

"Do you still... like me a little bit?" Feng Shaojin licked his dry lips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

In the pitch black night, Mo Lingwei couldn't see his face, but could hear him swallowing continuously.

The man's heart beat like a drum.

Mo Lingwei paused.

It was this moment of hesitation that made the always sensitive Feng Shaojin wake up from his gentleness in an instant.

Mo Lingwei's voice was like a mosquito: "Yes."

Feng Shaojin asked: "What?"

Mo Lingwei paused again: "I like you."

Feng Shaojin smiled lightly, "You said it yourself."

Whether it was true or not, he took it seriously.

He started to unbutton her jacket, his thin lips were wrapped around the corners of her lips, and his breathing was rapid: "Ling Wei, if you tell me this, you won't be afraid that I won't be able to control it..."

"Send Xiu'er away, okay?" Mo Lingwei put her hand on his neck, pressed his fingertips on his rolling Adam's apple, and kissed his lips, "Send Xiu'er back to Jincheng, send him Come to my brother and sister-in-law, no matter what you want to do, I promise you.

Shaojin, as long as you promise me to send Xiu'er back to Jincheng safely, I will never leave you again, and I will definitely stay by your side

I will treat you like Jinlan likes you, and treat you with respect...

You promise me, okay? "

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin's hands that unbuttoned her clothes stopped, and there was a touch of coldness in his deep and hoarse voice: "What did you just say?"