Yan Tao pursed her lips unhappily and her eyebrows were sagging.

Monk's spirit.

She also wants to build a snowman.

"Ququ——"

Young Master Yan sneezes again, with a strong nasal voice in his voice, "Who?"

"I."

The short and light male voice exudes a hint of air conditioning that is even colder than ice and snow.

It's Qin Zong.

Yan Tao spoke angrily: "I'm asleep."

Qin Zong raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows with slender fingers. He was too lazy to play such a game with her, so he reached out to push the door open and go in.

The tall and handsome man walked in, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand.

Young Master Yan turned around, lifted up the quilt, wrapped himself up, and turned his back to Qin Zong.

Don't look at him.

snort!

The boy on the bed was like a bulging cat, his hairy tail was standing tall.

Only a furry little head was left outside.

Qin Zong raised his steps, dragged a chair to the edge of the bed, and said in a low voice, "Come here to drink soup."

Yan Tao turned a deaf ear to him.

The man put down the medicine casually, stood up, leaned over, stretched out his long arms and held the entire person and the quilt into his arms.

It was like a large fluffy doll stuffing her, and gently patted her on the boy's head.

Young Master Yan stared at his red eyes and was about to wrap his quilt and roll out again.

Qin Zong suddenly leaned over and pressed half of his body directly over.

Through the quilt, he really pressed on the boy.

The man's cold and sharp eyebrows were helpless, and his slender fingers stretched out, gently lifted the hair that blocked the boy's eyes, his voice was low and gentle, and he seduced her, "Do you medicine, huh?"

Yan Tao narrowed his eyes, sneered, and turned his head.

Don't give him any look.

Qin Zong pinched his temples with some headache, but he also felt that the boy in front of him was extremely cute.

Even her angry look and sneering and turning her head made him feel cute.

Qin Zong felt that he might be crazy.

He just looked at him like this and felt warmth came to his heart.

Yan Tao had a expressionless face: "You, go away."

This young master doesn't want to see you.

Xiaoqi floated over silently and said quietly: "The master also wants to build a snowman."

Now that I have a typhoid fever, I can only watch others build snowmen.

Xiaoqi, you traitor!

Young Master Yan glared at him fiercely, raised his hand, and knocked away the noisy system with a "slap".

Inadvertently meeting the man's gaze, she spoke coldly, "I don't want to build any snowmen."

childish!

However, the boy's ears, which seemed to be white jade, were dyed with a thin layer of red.

Qin Zong laughed softly.

As soon as he raised his hand, snowflakes fluttered in his palm, and in a blink of an eye, a fierce first snow condensed on his fingertips.

On the back of the big tiger, there was a leisurely boy sitting.

Handed to Yan Tao, "This?"

Yan Tao: "Hmph!"

Qin Zong continued to change his style.

Regardless of the blink of an eye, Yan Tao squatted, sat or stood, and more than ten exquisite and small snow sculptures stood.

She looked at the gadgets that were so close, stretched out her slender fingers and poked them gently.

The temperature is cool, but it is surprisingly not cold.

She sat up and sat a small ice sculpture in her hand.

Holding the quilt, he glanced at Qin Zong with his eyes squinted, "What are you doing?"

One after another.

Qin Zong sighed, and his fingers fell gently on the boy's face, his tone was gentle, as if the breeze was in his ears.

"I'm trying to please you, Taotao."

The man's voice was like a gentle snowflake that fell on his heart.
Chapter completed!