CHAPTER 373: 0236 AFTER THE WINTER SEA OF FLOWERS IS DESTROYED, RETURN TO SPRING (TWO IN ONE)

"...Fine." Xu Chang’an lifted Yun Qian up in her astonished expression and placed her sideways on his lap, then wrapped his arms around Yun Qian’s small waist, finally warming his palm and gently placing it on her to warm her up.

Self-deception is the most unnecessary and laughable thing. Wanting to have a drink... is something that can’t be concealed anyway.

Yun Qian’s tall figure didn’t allow her to nestle like a little girl in his arms, so Yun Qian could only sit sideways, putting her weight on him.

"Miss, is this stable enough to sit like that?" Xu Chang’an knew his actions were abrupt.

"Yes." Yun Qian was holding a teacup, savoring the taste of ginger tea as it brimmed over the rim, thinking that although ginger tea had a spicy taste, with her current good mood, she had an appetite for anything.

The water glistened, covering with some shallow patterned marks.

Xu Chang’an looked at Yun Qian’s slightly smiling face, his heart moved, and his fingers twitched a bit.

"What’s wrong?" Yun Qian felt the hand resting on her midsection, and the ginger tea with brown sugar she was holding sent ripples. After blinking, she said, "Now... back to the room?"

Although Yun Qian was interested in the snowy scene, if Xu Chang’an wanted to be intimate with her immediately, the latter would certainly be more important.

"Cough, cough-cough..."

Listening to Yun Qian’s unshielded words, Xu Chang’an choked and inevitably shook.

The girl sitting on Xu Chang’an’s lap let out a cry, "You mustn’t..."

Too late, speaking up now was already too late.

When Xu Chang’an came back to his senses, he saw the white porcelain bowl falling on Yun Qian’s red embroidered shoes, bouncing onto the ground, gently spinning.

A few drops of brown sugar water dripped from Yun Qian’s mouth corner, dyeing the fur of the snowy rabbit at the hem into a reddish-brown. One could feel the intense spicy ginger aroma even without intentionally breathing.

"I was drinking tea."

Yun Qian frowned, reached out and twisted her hem, making the originally pretty decoration dirty with the dripping ginger tea.

She lightly tapped Xu Chang’an’s hand, and he immediately snapped back and released her from his grasp.

Yun Qian then got down from his lap.

This enjoyment didn’t last long, and the sudden slight emptiness revealed longing in Xu Chang’an’s eyes.

"Do you dislike my clothes that much?" Yun Qian took out a handkerchief to wipe the tea spills after overturning the bow, her expression calm, but her tone carried a hint of sulkiness: "Insistent on dirtying it."

"Miss, I was wrong." Xu Chang’an apologized directly, and then used his Spiritual Power to remove the ginger tea stain for Yun Qian.

As Yun Qian sat back in the pavilion, Xu Chang’an didn’t take advantage of Yun Qian anymore, instead he took out a plate of candied fruits and placed them on the table for her to taste, as a kind of compensation.

Yun Qian sat beside Xu Chang’an, picked up a piece of candied fruit and looked at him: "People from Chaoyun Sect often say you have a good Mental Realm, not easily startled... turns out they don’t quite understand."

"It depends on who it is." Xu Chang’an said, turning around to continue watching the snow.

"Indeed." Yun Qian swallowed the candied fruit, then frowned: "They also say you are a devoted person."

Having ginger tea first, then something sweet, was somewhat cloying.

"Miss, I..." Xu Chang’an didn’t know why Yun Qian was frowning, and was about to explain.

"Do you like snow?" Yun Qian interrupted Xu Chang’an.

"I do." Xu Chang’an answered honestly.

Though the snowy scene wasn’t as beautiful as the maiden, he liked it too.

"Any more to say?" Yun Qian fed Xu Chang’an a piece of candied fruit she had taken a bite of but didn’t want to eat.

"No, nothing more." Xu Chang’an slowly ate the candied fruit, then said, "Then I am indeed a philandering person."

This way, he could like both the snow and her.

When Xu Chang’an said this, the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

In the end, reasoning with Miss Yun... is hard.

She may not have other skills, but she’s certainly mastered the feminine skill of being unreasonable to perfection.

"Let me lean for a while." Yun Qian said.

Xu Chang’an wouldn’t refuse, and as Yun Qian leaned on his shoulder and yawned, the atmosphere gradually warmed.

"If Miss is tired, let’s go back," Xu Chang’an suggested.

"Not tired, I want to build a snowman when the snow stops... It’s just that I also like the current feeling." Yun Qian said, thinking the snow could last a bit longer.

She bumped her head against Xu Chang’an’s shoulder, reaching out to tug the red string of the sachet hanging at his waist, pulling it out from his clothing folds and toying with it in her palm, feeling the warmth.

Xu Chang’an didn’t mind at all, inside it was indeed the strands of hair tied between him and Yun Qian.

Wait.

Taiwan doesn’t have such a thing... but since dreams are inherently chaotic, Xu Chang’an didn’t dwell on it.

Surrounded by wind and snow, with a lovely wife by his side, yet under Yun Qian’s puzzled gaze, Xu Chang’an took a piece of candied fruit and tossed it into the brazier.

The flame leaped high.

In an instant, the sugary glaze melted into the fire, the contained fragrance escaping, whisked by the wind into the snowflakes outside the pavilion, never to return.

Yun Qian was startled, only to see him tossing a second one.

The fire rose, beautifully.

After all, being Xu Chang’an’s handmade candied fruits, even if burnt as firewood, they looked nice.

But that’s not the problem.

In the past, Yun Qian didn’t know what it meant to feel distressed, but now she did, as in the moment she was in a trance, Xu Chang’an threw another one in.

"Stop burning them." As Xu Chang’an picked up another candied fruit, Miss Yun grabbed his wrist and seriously said, "I only drank ginger tea, so I found the candied sweetness a bit cloying, it’s not that I don’t like it."