As soon as the sound fell, the door was pushed open with both hands.
The man came in with long legs wrapped in a cold wind.
He was dressed in the uniform of the northern warlords, straight and handsome, his black military boots flashed cold, and his coat was dusty.
Under the sword eyebrows are a pair of bright eyes like cold stars. When the line of sight falls, it is careless but cold.
Before people came over, they first pressed over a stream of blood and evil Qi that can only be found when they climb out of the pile of corpses. No wonder the original owner had the illusion of smelling blood when he was in his previous bridal chamber.
Even if Chunyue stayed in the house for two years, she would shake unconsciously when she saw Zhang Yuhe, bow her head and respectfully say, "Inspector."
"Yes."
After answering, Zhang Yuhe looked at his Liu Huanjiao unexpectedly. There was no fear in her eyes, even if it was like the deliberate disguise of others.
She's not afraid of him anymore?
In Zhang Yuhe's examination, Liu Huanjiao stood up and said, "Spring Moon, go and close the door."
And she came over and smiled at Zhang Yuhe's sight, "marshal, let me take off your coat?"
Zhang Yuhe lightly raised his eyebrows, slightly raised his chin and gently replied, "HMM."
Liu Huanjiao was not short, but standing with Zhang Yuhe was only in his chest. She raised her white fingers that didn't touch the spring water and fell on Zhang Yuhe's chest.
"Squeak."
When the door was closed by the Spring Moon, Liu Huanjiao had untied the button of her coat and touched the golden button of Zhang Yuhe's military uniform with her fingertips. It was cold and hard.
Like life, she is desperately absorbing the warmth of her body.
Buttons are so cold, people can warm?
Liu Huanjiao lowered her eyes slightly and tiptoed down her coat from Zhang Yuhe's shoulder. She looked as if she wanted to hold him.
No touch, but warmth came from her body and wrapped him tightly.
Liu Huanjiao's eyes crossed his neck without buttoning up the discipline button and asked, "marshal, isn't it cold?"
Her breath fell on his gently sliding Adam's apple.
Warm and moist.
Like a butterfly fluttering in the palm of your hand.
Liu Huanjiao's hand had put on a cold and hot coat, raised her eyes, looked at Zhang Yuhe, who was a little distracted, and asked, "handsome? What's the matter?"
So... Was provoked to?
Zhang Yuhe was sharper and smarter than Liu Huanjiao thought. His eyes coagulated and tangled with Liu Huanjiao's eyes. His thin lips suddenly aroused a smile.
"Ben Shuai is really cold. I don't know how my wife will help him keep warm?"
Liu Huanjiao stood steadily, holding her clothes like a virtuous little wife welcoming her husband home, and asked each other, "marshal, how do you want me to help you?"
Zhang Yuhe pretended to think carefully and said, "I've heard those storytellers say it's best to warm people with body. I don't know what madam thinks?"
Warm people with your body?
Yo, flirting with me?
When I'm afraid of you, when I don't see the ridicule in your eyes?
Liu Huanjiao's face remained unchanged, but her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if she had seriously thought about it. "Dashai, Huanjiao thought that it was better to warm people with a warm hand stove."
"Spring Moon."
Liu Huanjiao called the Spring Moon standing at the door and said, "go and get a hand warmer to warm the inspector's hands."
As soon as the Spring Moon answered, Zhang Yuhe said, "no, I have."
"Yes?"
Liu Huanjiao didn't know what she meant. Zhang Yuhe grabbed her hand. The biting cold came and surprised her subconsciously, "hiss."
Zhang Yuhe smiled, especially in his eyes, so thick that the smile seemed to overflow, but his hand kept holding her hand tightly.
Also changed to hold, the last ten fingers clasp.
Clasped the struggling Liu Huanjiao and said with a smile, "madam, Ben Shuai is warm now."