Treading Snow Two

  The snow outside had piled up thickly, reaching the middle of Qiao Nanmu's calves. He carried me on his back and walked steadily in the snowy landscape, one step at a time.

  "Qiao Nanmu, let's have a snowball fight!" I couldn't help myself and patted Qiao Nanmu on the shoulder, completely forgetting about my foot.

  "I don't bully women who are powerless." Qiao Nanmu didn't let go of my plan, but instead pulled me up.

  The tone of Qiao Nanmu was filled with disdain, and I was instantly enraged, roaring: "You look down on me? Come on, put me down and let's have a one-on-one fight!" I was making fierce gestures behind Qiao Nanmu's back, but he calmly asked in return: "Are you sure?"

  Before I could even speak, Qiao Nanmu suddenly let go of me, and I fell heavily onto the snowy ground.

  The cold snow seeped into my hair, and I almost fell backwards onto the snowy ground in a big character shape. Qiao Nanmu stood in front of me with his head lowered, looking at me with a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. He didn't say anything, just kept looking at me.

  "Qiao Nanmu, you bastard!" I struggled to get up, glaring at Qiao Nanmu in anger, then suddenly smiled slyly and reached out my hand to pull him over.

  Qiao Nanmu reacted extremely quickly, seemingly having seen through my intentions and wanting to dodge. I turned my eyes around, suddenly grabbing his leg and then fiercely pulling downwards.

  Qiao Nanmu seemed to have not expected me to suddenly change my move, and without any defense, I pulled him into a loss of balance and he fell down, his eyes still filled with surprise, his handsome face gradually enlarging in front of me.

  I was only focused on getting back at Qiao Nanmu, but I didn't consider the consequences of doing so. Qiao Nanmu pressed down on me without any courtesy, his face close to mine, so close that I could clearly see the glint in his eyes.

  "Hurry, get up!" My face turned red, the movements between me and Qiao Nanmu at this moment were too ambiguous, my hands were pressed against his chest, I didn't dare to look at him.

  Qiao Nanmu's eyes were fixed on me, his gaze burning with intensity. He deliberately leaned in closer, almost touching my face, and whispered in my ear like a lover: "Was it you who pulled me? Are you playing hard to get or trying to seduce me?"

  Whoa! I just wanted to pull you down, but didn't expect to be pressed under you in this posture!

  "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and get up, do you want to crush me to death?" I muttered, my tone slightly weaker.

  "Shy now?" Qiao Nanmu raised an eyebrow, slightly increasing the distance between us, but still not intending to get up. "If you're shy like this, what will we do after we get married? You can't expect me to sleep in the study every day, can you?"

  "Qiao Nanmu!" I thought I must have seen a ghost, how could Qiao Nanmu say such a rascal thing? But the man in front of me with beautiful eyebrows and eyes was indeed Qiao Nanmu!

  Qiao Nanmu saw that I was really angry and finally let me go, and even kindly offered me his hand after standing up.

  I grumbled and stood up with the help of Qiao Nanmu's strength, only to feel a sharp pain in my feet afterwards, which made me frown.

  "Let you make trouble, foot pain now." Qiao Nanmu glanced at me and said expressionlessly.

  "It's not you who's holding me down!" I retorted immediately, with some effort bending down to grab a handful of snow and forming it into a large snowball before mercilessly smashing it onto Qiao Nanmu's body.

  Qiao Nanmu didn't dodge, and the snowball hit his chest and burst open, naturally splashing onto his face as well. He didn't even bat an eyelid.

  In my eyes, Qiao Nanmu is a man as white as snow, cold and beautiful. He is elegant and refined, never arrogant or impatient, always making people feel inexplicably at ease.