Rose with Snow

It wasn't until she stood on the second floor watching Auntie Lin help Huai Xu make the bed in the guest room that Song Yingshi felt that Huai Xu was really staying overnight.

The sound of Song Cheng and Huaixu chatting is coming from the living room downstairs. The other guests have left, and this movement is very clear.

Xu Conghan and Aunt Lin walked around in the guest room, one talking and one doing. Song Yingshi found herself in the way several times, so she simply turned her head to remove her makeup and washed, and then snuggled into the cloakroom comfortably—

Her mother knew how to keep people, and she didn't think about what Huai Xu would wear tomorrow.

She was away from home for the past two months, and Xu Conghan didn't forget her share when she went to the mall. She had a lot of cloakrooms and hadn't touched summer and autumn clothes.

The two were similar in body shape, Song Yingshi thought about Huaixu's appearance, and chose two or three sets to see her wear it.

When she walked back to the guest room with her clothes in her arms, she found that Xu Conghan and Aunt Lin had disappeared, and there was no voice in the living room. It seemed that she and the guest room were the only ones left in the whole house looking at Huai Xu.

Song Yingshi stepped over with her slippers and put her clothes on the bed:

"Well, prepare for you to wear it tomorrow and the day after."

Huaixu looked back, Song Yingshi was standing beside the bed with her hair slightly wet, with a drop of dew rolling on her collarbone, her cigarette powder nightgown was soft and draped along the curvature of her body, with a graceful posture.

In a trance, Huaixu thought that this was a picture she had imagined. When a small house contained her and Song Ying, no matter it was night or rain outside, the place would always be clean, bright, warm and soft.

But in a flash, she returned to reality, remembering that this was Song Yingshi's house, and she was only staying for the night.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Yingshi sat down beside the bed with a light snort, kicked off her slippers, and stepped on Huaixu's calf with bare feet. Her feet are soft and her toes are lightly pink, and when she speaks, she tilts her head to look at people:

"You won't come out in the middle of the night to change beds."

Huai Xu bent over, pinched her ankle and took it away, but didn't let go:

"I don't know your room."

Song Yingshi said quickly:

"Go out and pass the first door on the right hand side of the stairs."

She spoke quickly, and said it like a bean, casually provoking people, hearing Huaixu's men suddenly tighten.

Song Yingshi's ankle was tightly bound, and she moved subconsciously, but it was like a golden anklet sparrow, and she was imprisoned in place.

She simply didn't move, let Huaixu hold her, and even took her hand to a high place to step on Huaixu's stomach.

"You really want to come..." She lowered her voice, revealing some desire for adventure, boldly seeking excitement, "How about I come to you?"

Song Yingshi raised her legs high, and the nightgown slid down and piled up to the bottom of her legs. She was sassy and smiling, as if she had no idea how attractive she was.

Huai Xu narrowed her eyes and said calmly:

"Are you still going?"

At the same time as she spoke, her hands slowly climbed up along Song Yingshi's ankles, as if the ends of the vines were gently dangling on the snow with tiny curls, fluffy, light, itchy, and rippled outwards.

Song Yingshi's calf shrank several times, and she ducked back impatiently, but her calf just slipped away from Huaixu's hand, and she was dragged back down by her.

A shadow immediately covered her, and Huai Xu's hair was patrolling up and down her collarbone, swaying in ecstasy.

When Huai Xu does this kind of thing, the more frosty her face, the more seductive, abstinent and sexy.

Song Yingshi was also aroused by her, raised her head and bit her jaw, leaving a reddish tooth print, and breathed again:

"Go and close the door."

Huaixu's inquiring eyes circled around her face, as if asking:

you sure?

Song Yingshi raised her leg against her.

"What are you afraid of? This is my house. I can sleep wherever I want."

After she finished speaking like a little bully, she pressed Huaixu down the back of her neck with a lingering desire, and rubbed her with hints:

"I want to sleep with guests...the bed is fine."

The words fell, and the air became stickier.

The eyes of the two met, and it was not clear who moved first. The distance between them became shorter and shorter, and the sound of each other's breathing could be heard in their ears.

"Axu, come and try my wine-stuffed dumplings."

!

Just now, the bully of the Song family was still shouting to sleep on the guest bed, and immediately pushed the person to get up and tidy up his clothes in one go.

Just as her nightgown fell back to her legs, Xu Conghan's figure appeared in front of the open door, the mother and daughter collided head-on, Xu Conghan's expression froze.

Song Yingshi smiled calmly: "Mom."

Xu Conghan looked at Huaixu.

At this time, Huai Xu's natural cold-faced advantage was displayed to the fullest, but Song Yingshi looked at her with inexplicable trepidation.

Why does her mother keep silent...

When Song Yingshi started to beat drums in his heart, Xu Conghan laughed and said:

"There are no more dumplings, and Xiao Shi's bowl is still in the kitchen."

Song Yingshi immediately said: "I'll go and serve it myself, Mom, take a break and let Huaixu talk with you."

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, so Song Yingshi calmly left the task to his girlfriend who was still glued to him just now, and slipped out by himself.

Anyway, Huai Xu's acting skills are good, she can act better than a professional actor like her.

Song Yingshi decided to order a five-minute dumpling before coming back.

When Huai Xu looked at Song Ying, her figure disappeared, and she flashed back to cheer her up, which was funny in her heart.

What a little heartless.

She retracted her gaze and took the small white porcelain bowl from Xu Conghan's hand:

"Thank you auntie."

"Thank you."

Seeing her eating, Xu Conghan asked, "How does it taste?"

Huai Xu said truthfully, "It's delicious."

"It seems that my craftsmanship has not regressed. Xiao Shi has loved to eat small rice dumplings made by me since he was a child, and only eats that I make by myself."

Xu Conghan sat down on the chair in front of the dresser with a memory expression on his face:

"In the years she went abroad, she never cooked for her once. It's been almost three years."

Huai Xu listened intently.

She and Song Yingshi had guessed before that this memory of going abroad should have been fabricated by the system. If Song Yingshi is really the former Song Yingshi, then it is very likely that Xu Conghan and Song Cheng are her biological parents.

Xu Conghan took his fingers from the corner of his eyes and set his eyes on Huaixu again:

"I know when I see you, my child is finally back."