Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 378 A Kiss in the Palm (4)
He was sitting next to her, the scent of sandalwood on his body was everywhere, the place was open, and under the moonlight, the smile seemed to blow like the wind, but it caused ripples in the lake of her heart instantly. Not letting myself look away, she nodded: "Yes, it's cute."

Su Mengchen handed over the little rabbit: "Here it is for you."

Song Wanzhi: ...

She wanted to refuse, and didn't want to get too involved with this person, but under his eyes, she couldn't say no. She took it with both hands, and then said: "Thank you."

I thought about giving this thing to Xiaobai, but I don't know if it likes it or not.

But at this time, a gust of wind blew, and Song Wanzhi suddenly felt a little cold.

The valley has always been colder than other places, and the place where the two of them are located is a protruding cliff edge at the highest point of Tianhe Mountain. There is always a feeling of "too high to be cold".

At this time Su Mengchen stood up: "You wait."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Song Wanzhi looked at the back of him leaving, and then remembered that he had given him the coat. Isn't he cold in that single coat?

She pulled the robe away and looked at her collar, but she couldn't sew because she didn't have anything else in her hand.

Thinking about it this way, the soul-stirring words echoed in my ears. He clearly said such words, but his eyes were bright and bright, and he gave her the clothes again, but he couldn't guess at all what kind of person this person was. .

She sighed silently in her heart, then lowered her head, looked at the little rabbit in her hand, and couldn't help but smile again.

At this time, Su Mengchen had already returned, he carried a pile of dry firewood, put it aside, and then set up a fire frame.

Song Wanzhi looked at his snow-white deep clothes stained with a layer of dirt by dry firewood, and couldn't help but feel guilty and apologetic in her heart. She took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it over: " Your clothes are dirty, wipe them off."

Su Mengchen looked at the handkerchief in her hand, and then took it: "Thank you."

The soft veil seemed to have a girlish fragrance, but it could only be held tightly in his hand, reluctant to do other things.

But Song Wanzhi had already taken out the firewood from his arms, and went to light the firewood.

She had taken this booklet before, and she was planning to use it at night, but she didn't expect it to be useful now.

The flames ignited and brought warmth, Song Wanzhi raised his head, but saw the person beside him holding the handkerchief but not using it, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Mengchen handed over the handkerchief: "No need."

Song Wanzhi paused, then took the handkerchief with a smile, but after taking it, she didn't put it back in her sleeve, but turned sideways, and then directly wiped Su Mengchen's sleeve with the handkerchief.

Su Mengchen's eyes couldn't help trembling.

The girl lowered her head, her smooth forehead reflected the light of the fire, which was very delicate and warm white, and her slender fingers pressed on the veil, wiping his sleeves carefully, showing a strange concentration.

Song Wanzhi finished wiping his sleeves, then put the handkerchief back, and said with a smile, "My handkerchief is worthless."

How exquisite her thoughts are, but from Su Mengchen's simple movements, she can feel this thoughts.This person probably noticed that she was cold before going to find firewood.

It's just a veil, how can I repay it compared to this thought?

(End of this chapter)