Chapter 60 Relying on each other to keep warm

Mu Qianye had not woken up yet, and he was sleeping very deeply. Xihe looked up carefully and saw his calm side face. The monster face that was so close was only two fingers away from him. She could even feel his quiet and gentle breath sweeping over the hair above his head. The slight tremor seemed to pluck her heartstrings, and it moved and turned with his breath.

He seemed to like red in particular. Even if he had to change his clothes every day, it was uniformly bright. At this moment, he was wearing his thin bedclothes and the warm temperature was conveyed. Xihe was lying on his chest, and his slender arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her in his arms.

There was a steady and powerful heartbeat in her ears, but Nishikawa couldn't help pushing his arm away, trying to stay away from him. She was not used to being so close to others. Even Liang'an and Liangsuke were usually not there when she woke up, so she thought she had never been with others like this, and the person in front of her was still the person she liked. She was afraid that her heart would burst and die if she could get too close.

Mu Qianye was really asleep. Xihe pushed his arm away and he didn't wake up. Xihe carefully got out of bed, tucked the quilt, picked up the mask placed by the pillow and put it on, and tried hard to leave the room without making a sound.

Standing in the yard, snow was still floating in the sky. The cold made Xihe's irritable heart slowly calm down. He breathed the fresh air. Xihe rubbed his hands, exhaled a ball of white mist and warmed the cold fingers. He looked at Mu Qianye's room. Xihe picked up the cloak on one side and draped it on his body and walked out of the yard in the wind and snow.

She couldn't understand why Mu Qianye slept with her. She was just a puppet. Normally, Mu Qianye found that she was asleep and even if she didn't get angry, she should wake her up and leave his bed. But he didn't do anything, and took off his mask and slept together. Don't he feel his face terrifying?

She didn't dare to look at her and she was sleeping at her face, and she was still sleeping so soundly, which was incredible.

Chilian Palace is extremely quiet at any time. Walking on the snow-covered road, Xihe turned around and looked at the two yards that were getting farther and farther away. Watching them disappear from their own vision, Xihe turned around and left.

When walking through the backyard, Xihe couldn't help but fight a cold war and stride over the blocked door. Xihe didn't want to take a look at it any longer.

Because the vegetables in the vegetable garden are kept fresh, only part of the food is taken in the kitchen, and the other half is still growing in the ground. Under the snow, only some greenness that is exposed is seen.

Carefully found the vegetable you were looking for. Xihe reached out to remove the snow on it. Seeing the cute green seedlings below, he couldn't help but smile, picked up the small shovel in the vegetable basket and raised the vegetables out of the soil, and placed them neatly in the basket.

Although Mu Qianye didn't say that, she decided to make breakfast for him in the future. The dishes prepared in the kitchen were ruined by her yesterday, so she had to come to the vegetable garden to dig today. After following Mu Qianye, she was relatively freer than before, but this was just the freedom to walk outside.

There were no puppets to pick vegetables today. Looking around, she was the only one in the vast snowy field. Thinking of Xihe's eyes fixed on the woods that had turned into dead trees in front of him, but still had no end to see. Looking around, she resolutely carried the vegetable basket to approach there.

Quickly crossing the 100-meter shrub area, Xihe stood on the edge of the woods, and was careful not to notice anyone. He grabbed his cloak and flexibly penetrated into it.

The woods were much more natural than she thought, and there was no particularly chaotic distribution. Due to the falling snow, a thick layer of dead leaves on the ground was covered, making a subtle sound when stepped on it.

The forest was really big. Xihe avoided the oblique trunk and stood in the forest for a week. She walked about two hundred meters away but still didn't see the edge. She was hesitating to continue walking forward or back next time when she explored again, a crisp sound came from the front, attracting Xihe's attention.

The sound seemed to be the sharp sound of a stone, as if someone was playing with a slingshot, but with just that, there was no movement again. The forest was silent, and occasionally snow broke the branches and made a dull sound.

Frowning, Xihe continued to walk forward tentatively for a hundred meters, and there was still trees in front of him that seemed to be endless. There was nothing else except that. He sighed and Xihe turned around and returned the same way. Her time was limited, so she would rather go back first and find an opportunity to explore the way.

After going out all the way, Xihe deliberately covered up his footprints and went back carefully when he arrived at the vegetable garden.

Xihe was relieved that he had never met anyone except two puppets on the way.

Standing outside the yard, pushing the closed door open and closed, Xihe was slightly stunned. Under the scene of scattered snowflakes, Mu Qianye leaned against the door of the room wearing a large black fur. He seemed to have just gotten up. The big fur was still a thin bedclothes inside, with curly hair scattered on his shoulders, and his delicate face was heartbreaking loneliness. The moment the door was opened, he looked over, and the little she was reflected in his pupils. She saw his eyes open at that moment. When he glanced at the dishes in her hand, he breathed a sigh of relief. In the cold air, he immediately turned into a white mist that surrounded his expression. Then he did not look at Xihe again and turned back to the room.

Looking at his slightly stiff pace, Xihe was slightly stunned. He was afraid that he had been standing there for a while. He knew his loneliness, but he didn't expect that he would care so much about a puppet. Xihe felt sour and had a trace of unknown joy. At least he had his own eyes, right? He was worried that his own would not exist, so he breathed comfortably when he saw her, all of whom were afraid of being lonely.

With the experience of the last time, the meals made by Xihe this time were much better. The slightly cold steamed buns sent from the kitchen were reheated, and Xihe brought the food into the room.

Mu Qianye was already dressed and sat at the dining table. When Xihe arranged the food, he suddenly reached out and shot down a few snowflakes on Xihe's head. Xihe was stunned and kept handing him the chopsticks. Mu Qianye took it naturally, as if his actions were very casual.

Xihe could clearly feel his happiness. Even though he didn't speak or smile, he looked at his hands that kept picking up food, and the corners of his lips under the mask curled up slightly.

While combing his hair, Xihe specially braided a braid on the back of his head with two strands of hair on his cheek. Mu Qianye had been scattering his hair before, but at this moment, he tied it slightly less scattered and more unspeakable charm.

Mu Qianye didn't pay attention to these things. He was just slightly confused when reading a book because of his unblocked vision. In the past, he always had to fall a few strands of his hair when reading a book. From time to time, he turned the scattered hair behind his head and became his habitual movement. Today, he suddenly didn't, and he couldn't help but wonder. Then when he touched the small braid behind his head, he was stunned. He did not look at Xihe behind him, but just continued to read his own book, but Xihe found that the page he was reading had not been turned over for a long time...