Chapter 184

The snow fell so earnestly, fell so earnestly.

The two embraced; Fang Hong could smell the faint fragrance in her hair, and once his legs felt better, they parted.

Seeing Liu Tianxian dressed too lightly, he unzipped his down jacket: "Come in."

Liu Tianxian immediately pressed against him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Although it felt tight sharing one coat, it was warm, and she felt protected—deep down, she was still that little girl.

But reality forced her to grow strong.

She was tall; with just a slight lift of her head, she could meet Fang Hong's gaze, her eyes clear as water.

But the night was dark, so details were hard to make out.

Fang Hong felt her soft, delicate body and guessed she'd only put on a nightgown before rushing out: "You say I'm foolish, but you're even more foolish—coming out in so little."

He hadn't expected Liu Tianxian could be so irrational, so impulsive for love.

"I'm willing!"

Liu Tianxian feigned strength, but her face was still flushed; she hadn't thought much, she'd just run out.

It really wasn't something she should have done.

"Go back inside, don't catch a chill," Fang Hong said, concerned.

"I want to build a snowman."

Liu Tianxian didn't want to leave yet; she wanted to stay a while longer.

Of course it was cold—his down jacket only covered her upper body; her lower half was freezing.

But she didn't want to separate so soon; once apart, she wouldn't sleep, she wanted to linger with this man a little longer.

"I don't know how!" Fang Hong said.

"Let's build one together—you'll help me," Liu Tianxian looked at him.

"Alright, but first put on some proper clothes—we can't move like this," Fang Hong agreed.

Liu Tianxian stepped out of his embrace, took a few steps back, then turned around: "Wait for me!"

The moment she left, Fang Hong felt a chill sweep over his body; he cupped his hands and blew on them, pulled his coat tighter, stamped his feet—this late at night, he was frozen solid.

He hadn't noticed the cold hiding in the snow, but now that he was out, the wind hit him and it was unbearably cold.

Liu Tianxian seemed unaffected, still enthusiastic, still running happily.

She ran back inside and dashed straight up to her bedroom.

"Xixi, what are you rushing around for?"

Liu Tianxian didn't seem to hear Liu Xiaoli's voice.

She ran back to her room, put on a long, deep red down jacket, and ran back down.

She ran outside again—the wind and snow still raged.

This time Liu Xiaoli found it strange; she peered out from the doorway, but the darkness was too thick—she could only make out a shadow hopping and jumping, its features unclear.

Then the two faced each other and began shoveling snow from the ground.

"You pile up the snow, I'll shape it into a snowman," Liu Tianxian said.

Fang Hong had no choice but to comply; he bared his hands and started gathering all the snow into one heap.

Immediately, his hands were seized and rubbed—Liu Tianxian asked, concerned: "Are your hands cold? I'll go get you gloves."

"If you're not cold, how could I be?"

Fang Hong clung to his pride, worked hard, and finished the job before heading home.

Liu Tianxian smiled, helping him build the snowman; though it felt childish, it was joyful.

Her heart filled with quiet satisfaction.

"This is so boring."

Liu Xiaoli shook her head, watched for a while, then went back inside to sleep.

It was late at night, nearly midnight, and they weren't sleeping—playing in the snow outside? She couldn't understand these two young people's behavior: how childish, how boring.

She had guessed who the figure at the door was.

But this was her daughter's emotional matter—she'd let her decide for herself, as long as she kept her eyes open; of course, she'd still keep watch.

Liu Xiaoli didn't understand, but Liu Tianxian was thoroughly hooked!

While Fang Hong wasn't looking, she scooped up a handful of snow, pulled open his collar, and shoved it inside.

"Holy shit!"

Fang Hong leapt up, shivering violently, his whole body trembling, jumping up and down.

The cold snow pressed against his Skin—the sensation, incredibly refreshing.

Liu Tianxian watched him, giggling.

After shaking for a long time, Fang Hong finally dislodged the snow from his coat—it must have melted, since it had been against his Skin.

He grabbed a handful of snow to retaliate, but Liu Tianxian laughed "Ha ha!" and ran off.

"Hey!"

Fang Hong couldn't be bothered to chase her, so she just threw the snow straight at her head—it burst apart, covering her in flakes.

"Come on, keep going!"

Liu Tianxian played wildly, scooped up snow, and hurled it at the man.

Back and forth they went, snow pelting each other, bursting on impact, covering both in snow—snow touching Skin melted instantly. Originally meant to build a snowman, it had turned into a snowball fight.

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around."

Fang Hong was covered in snow; some had hit his face and neck and melted into drips running down.

Too cold—he was frozen solid.

And Liu Tianxian was still full of energy, brushing the snow off her body, then stepping forward to brush the snow from his head.

"Are we still building this snowman?" Fang Hong wanted to go back.

"Of course we are! How could we not?"

Liu Tianxian pulled him along to keep building the snowman.

This time, they didn't play around—they worked together in unison, quickly stacking two snowmen, one large and one small, nestled close together.

They looked decent enough, mostly because Liu Tianxian had done the fine detailing; she pointed and said, "The big one is me, the small one is you."

"You've got it backward!" Fang Hong said.

"I didn't get it backward. From now on, I'll be the big one, you'll be the small one." Liu Tianxian giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Fang Hong buried his head in her chest and teased, "Then you have to protect me."

"Of course I'll protect you—you're under my care." Liu Tianxian patted his head.

"Then you won't kick me, right?" Fang Hong said.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Liu Tianxian looked puzzled.

Strange—why would she kick this man?

"Aren't you the one who said, as long as I block your door and you don't kick me, you'll grant me any request, no matter what I want?" Fang Hong lifted his head, smirking.

"You're asking for a beating, aren't you?"

Liu Tianxian was speechless—now that he mentioned it, she remembered the bet they made at the Golden Horse Awards.

But this was such a romantic, joyful moment, her heart brimming with affection, and now he brought it up.

What an emotionless, rigid straight man.

Even if he hadn't said anything, even if he just touched her or kissed her, she wouldn't have resisted—she was already in love.

How had she ever liked a straight man? She'd forgotten. "If you're not going to kick me, then I'm making my request," Fang Hong pressed further.

"Then make it—as long as it's not too extreme," Liu Tianxian acquiesced; she'd chosen him, after all—she'd endure it.

Not too extreme? Fang Hong wanted to be extreme—he desperately wanted to sleep with her. He paused, then said, "Can I call you Xiao Feifei?"

"What? That's all you want?"

Liu Tianxian found it amusing.

She'd thought he'd ask for sex or something.

"Yes, Xiao Feifei is the name I want to use for you—I want to call you that forever, exclusively mine," Fang Hong said, voice dripping with affection.

"You're so childish," Liu Tianxian smiled.

It felt like a pair of teenage lovers inventing pet names—pathetically cute.

"I've always been childish—you're not discovering that now!" Fang Hong didn't care; he just wanted to call her Xiao Feifei.

Liu Tianxian smiled without speaking, tacitly agreeing—she'd never actually objected to him using it.

Before, she'd objected because it felt too cloying, giving her chills; now, it felt pleasantly warm.

"Xiao Feifei," Fang Hong ventured softly.

"Mm!"

Liu Tianxian responded willingly, her heart fluttering slightly.

"Xiao Feifei!" Fang Hong stepped forward, embracing her, and called her again.

"Mm!" Liu Tianxian blushed at being called that.

No more of her usual dominance, no more of her commanding aura.

Fang Hong's heart stirred—he gripped her chin, gently tilting it upward, then slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.

Liu Tianxian didn't resist, didn't move—she let him kiss her.

Fang Hong pulled away after a moment, watching her expression; her cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from the cold or shyness, she didn't reject him.

So he kissed her again, nibbling twice before pulling back.

He glanced at her again—her face bloomed like peach blossoms, tender and inviting, as if saying do whatever you want—so he kissed her again.

This time, deeper; Liu Tianxian felt it, and willingly parted her lips in response.

She'd stayed still before, wanting him to take the lead, to be more proactive—deep down, she was still a little girl.

She loved being passive, being loved, being treated gently, being accompanied.

The sky still blazed with fireworks—no one knew how long they'd been going—and the two on the ground remained lips locked; this was the true kiss—Fang Hong active, Liu Tianxian passively yielding.

Not like their earlier sneak attacks, their chaotic reversals, their playful brawls.

Both felt moved inside.

After who knew how long, they finally parted, each breathing heavily, as if they'd held their breath too long.

Fang Hong savored his lips—they tasted sweet; this time, Liu Tianxian had let him taste it, so of course it was sweet.

(End of Chapter)