The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Fang Chi Xia is carving a snowman, helping him to paint his eyebrows, followed by a face, a lip corner and a tall nose.

Lapland’s temperatures have reached zero in recent days.

Fang Chi Xia itself was dressed thin, even the gloves were not worn.

Just holding the snow, smearing it on his face little by little, she seems to have forgotten the cold, depicting the focus and smug.

Luo Yibei was never afraid of cold people, and did not stop her behavior from beginning to end.

His indulgence made Fang Chi Xia more proud, and his movements were more arrogant.

He smeared his entire face and looked at the white flower on his face. She proudly lifted her chin and wanted to get up straight from him, and suddenly there was a cold ice on her face.

Fang Chi Xia was splashed with barrel ice, and the body suddenly stagnated.

The line of sight was stiff and her eyes were incredulously looking to the side.

Luo Yibei’s hand rested on her face, holding a handful of snow in her hand and smearing her face mercilessly.

How did she just apply it to his face, how did he wipe her back!

His movements are still very leisurely, like carving a delicate doll in Seiko.

Fang Chi Xia's face is slightly solidified.

Is he retaliating against her?

"Luo Yibei, you have no amount!" Raised her face, she was ironic.

"I don't always have to report this all the time?" Luo Yibei did not think that he was a tooth.

Fang Chi Xia squinted at him, trying to slap the snow on his face and lift his hand, the wrist suddenly buckled.

Fang Chi Xia stared at him and glanced at him. "What happened?"

Luo Yibei looked straight into her eyes, staring straight at her not talking.

The line of sight slowly shifted from her eyes to the white one on her face. In the slight mistake of Fang Chixia, the big hand forced her down, and then a reflexion suppressed her under her body.

His movements are as strong as ever.

Fang Chi Xia did not do any struggle, lying under him, long hair messy, red lips reflected white skin, like a natural ink painting, fresh, but can not tell the charm.

Luo Yibei's eyes stared at her deeply, and Jun's face slowly approached her, and her lips suddenly fell on her face.

Then, he made a very unexpected action for Fang Chi Xia.

Lips pressed against her face, little by little, he smashed the snow on her face.

His movements were slow, and a few snowflakes fell from the sky, falling on the lips of Fang Chi Xia, cold and cold, and the shares were cool.

Luo Yibei does not seem to feel ice, the movement is very detailed.

The lips slid along the corners of her eyebrows and finally stayed on her lips.

Staring at her crimson lips/petals like snowflakes, the snow flakes for a few seconds, his lips screamed deeply.

Fang Chi Xia was kissed by his body as if it was electric, and it was numb.

With his movements, he raised his face and looked at the snow that was still falling in the air. Her cheeks were red.

Luo Yi kissed her on the north side and wrapped her coat on her.

A coat, wrapped in two people, like a conjoined baby, the two are so tightly hugged, entangled, at this time silent and sound.

The temperature of the Arctic Circle is notoriously cold.

Fang Chixia has been here for several hours, and it has been frozen before.

However, now, just like him, he suddenly feels that Fang Chixia suddenly feels that the whole world seems to be warm...