âHa, Shortie.â
His lips twitched and he leaned over to pull her up.
Song Yaoyao rolled to the side and avoided his hand.
She was like a clumsy little bear as she crawled to her feet. She adjusted her crooked beanie and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
âSo what if Iâm short? Itâs not like Iâm eating your food!â
She patted off the snow on her jacket and continued to shovel snow into the bucket.
Huo Ningxi found it amusing. âThen whose home are you living in right now?â
âMy home,â Song Yaoyao said confidently.
After the bucket was full she pressed it firmly and tipped it out. A round body was quickly formed.
Huo Ningxi had never met a more shameless girl. He raised his eyebrows. âThen why isnât your surname Huo?â
âGegeâs surname is Huo. I will eventually marry him, so wherever he is, thatâs my home.â
This answer was not wrong. In fact, it seemed like a display of affection.
But it hurt Huo Ningxiâs ears.
He pressed his lips together. âStop being so proud. When did my Small Uncle say that he was marrying you?â
âYou can ask him yourself.â Song Yaoyao didnât want to waste her breath on him. âGege said he was going to get engaged to me.â
âThe two of youâ¦â
Huo Ningxi gritted his teeth as he glared at the back of Song Yaoyaoâs head.
This brat always made him angry; her words were not likable at all.
He walked over and snatched the bucket out of her hands.
Song Yaoyao, who was having fun, quickly lost her temper. âHuo Ningxi, give that back to me!â
Snow fell upon her curly and dense eyelashes. Her clear eyes were like stars. Huo Ningxi looked at her pink nose and cheeks, and felt his heart soften.
He humphed. âStop talking. I donât want to hear you talk!â
Since he didnât like anything that she had to say, it was better for her to stay quiet!
But what kind of reasoning was this?
Song Yaoyaoâs heart boiled up. She grabbed some snow and threw it at Huo Ningxiâs face. âHuo Ningxi, do you want to die? Or are you getting restless because I havenât hit you for a while?â she asked fiercely.
She had brought this bucket. If he wanted to play too, he should have brought his own.
When she was angry, her voice was high-pitched. But this childish, nasally voice sounded extremely cute.
Huo Ningxi wiped the snow off his face and his lips curved. âYes, Iâm getting restless.â
If she was willing, Huo Ningxi didnât mind being hit by her for the rest of his life.
âYouâ¦â
Song Yaoyao furrowed her brows and rolled her eyes. âAre you crazy?â
No one was this self-deprecating.
âHurry and give it back. I canât be bothered arguing with you.â
âNo. If you want it so badly, come and snatch it back!â
Huo Ningxi smugly raised the bucket.
It had only been a few days since they saw each other, but why did he seem taller? When he stood in front of Song Yaoyao, he was like a giant.
But he was asking for a beating.
Song Yaoyao thought about his height and the energy needed to beat him up and decided to give up.
She turned her back to him, shoveled some snow, and used her hand to pile it onto the snowman.
She was tiny but her clothes were puffy, so when she kneeled on the ground, she looked just like a white and fat radish.
Huo Ningxi was happy, but as he waited, his amusement faded.
He slowly put down the bucket. Pursing his lips, he quietly watched Song Yaoyaoâs actions.
âSong Yaoyao, you donât want to hit me anymore?â
Did she hate seeing him so much?
Song Yaoyao did not understand what he was thinking. She simply found him strange.
âItâs not like I can beat you to death. Why should I waste my time?â
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