Chapter 918: Ximen Chuixue Extraordinary: Never Say No to Ice and Snow (Part 2)
The two were very close, and Shu Ange's eyes were so gentle and bright that it was suspicious.
"Good, seven years later, I will come back to see you."
"Another seven years?"
There was a hint of resentment in Ximen Chuixue's eyes. He suddenly leaned over, approached Shu Ange, and pulled her into his arms.
"Don't leave, little fairy."
His voice was full of tension and unease. Singer Shu An hugged the waist of young Ximen Chuixue and kissed his eyes.
Just on Shu Ange's lips, it happened that the young Ximen Chuixue disappeared under the moonlight.
Different from the ignorant when he was seven years old, this time, the young Ximen Chuixue watched the little fairy in his mind disappear under the circumstances of preparation.
The light rain and the early sunshine return to the evening photo, and the golden green tower reflects the Hibiscus Marsh. The willows are curled in the wind, and the tender lotus is innumerable.
Another seven years have passed, coincident with his birthday, but Ximen Chuixueman was not in Wanmei Villa.
Over the years, relying on his superb swordsmanship, he has also gained some fame in the arena.
People in the world say that Ximen Chuixue is ruthless, but he alone knows that he has always hidden a beautiful and moving little fairy in his heart.
Due to some reasons, Ximen Chuixue failed to return to Wanmei Villa in time for his birthday.
As he rose to fame in the arena, he had never appeared in front of his father, and it was too late to send financial beauties over.
Ximen Chuixue didn't take it to heart. He had officially taken over the property under his name at the age of 18. Now, when it comes to money, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is earning a lot of money every day.
He has no particular preference for money, and his living habits are elegant and clean.
Ximen Chuixue forgot when he liked to wear white clothes. Maybe it was because the little fairy suddenly appeared in his world, and the appearance of white clothes with a graceful smile was too moving.
The horse's hooves were swift, the wind was warm in the south of the Yangtze River, and the moonlight was hazy, and a stunning girl suddenly appeared in Ximen Chuixue's sight.
The independent bridge is full of wind, and the people of Pinglin Crescent have returned.
There was no sign of her appearance, and Ximen Chuixue's heart seemed to be hit by a sharp arrow.
He turned over and dismounted, and walked slowly towards the beauty under the moon.
"The face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flowers of spring dawn, the temples are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves."
Shu An Gemanly recited the sentence in the Dream of Red Mansions, and then smiled and said: "What a handsome and handsome man, why does he keep his words and teach people to break their hearts?"
"You came."
Ximen Chuixue walked up to Shu Ange, stretched out her pale and cold fingers, and gently touched her cheek.
"Did you miss me? Did you travel around the world for many years and finally found that the beauty of the world is right in front of you?"
Shu Ange raised his face proudly, naturally wrapped around Ximen Chuixue's slender waist, and leaned his body up intimately.
Ximen Chuixue suddenly squeezed Shu Ange's wrist, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly fly away. He leaned over slightly and stared at her expressionlessly: "Let's get married, little fairy."
He wanted to marry her and wanted her to be his wife, instead of disappearing in an instant, leaving him with a long period of sadness and longing.
They didn't spend much time together, but the days they spent with Shu Ange were the most relaxing and happy time in Ximen Chuixue's more than 20 years.
"marriage?"
Shu Ange was startled and stared at Ximen Chuixue without blinking.
Her innocent eyes were wet like a deer, and when she looked at her like this, a fire suddenly burst into Ximen Chuixue's chest.
He pressed Shu Ange to the bridge railing, lowered his head and kissed her delicate lips.
After so many years, this was the one thing Ximen Chuixue wanted to do the most, and now he finally got what he wanted.
The sudden kiss made Shu Ange a little overwhelmed, and Ximen Chuixue's jerky and domineering kiss made her respond to him involuntarily.
It was quiet in the middle of the night, and there was no one around. The gurgling water flowed quietly, accompanied by a blushing and heart-pounding gasp.
Ximen Chuixue's icy cold hand, with an aimless longing, reached into Shu An Ge's collar, and she grabbed his hand with a bang.
"You you."
Her shy and timid expression made Ximen Chuixue stop his excessive behavior in time.
He forcibly got rid of the dazzling impulse, and quietly looked at Shu Ange, whose face was like a peach blossom and the color of lips was seductive.
Her lips are so sweet, and her waist is so soft. When he hugged her close, Ximen Chuixue finally understood why people in the arena often say that peony flowers are also romantic.
He always thought that he was emotionally indifferent and not good for women, but now it seems that all his strongness is only for her.
"Little fairy, be my wife."
Ximen Chuixue held Shu Ange in his arms and kissed her forehead lightly.
After so many years, she was still seventeen or eighteen years old. Time had not left any mark on her, and Ximen Chuixue suddenly felt a little panic.
Is it true that one day he will grow old and become a chicken face, and she is still light and elegant.
Shu Ange hugged Ximen Chuixue tightly, sighed leisurely, and took the initiative to seal his lips with a kiss.
After another long kiss, Shu Ange blinked and smiled: "Fool, I'm a little fairy. When fate comes, I will naturally become your wife, don't worry."
After saying this, Shu Ange took Ximen Chuixue's hand and shook it coquettishly: "We made an appointment to go to the desert to watch the sunset together, shall we go now?"
How was Ximen Chuixue willing to reject her? He nodded lightly, and the two mounted their horses and galloped westward towards the desert.
In order to reach the desert in three days, Ximen Chuixue changed horses every six hours, and travelled in the starry night.
On the afternoon of the third day, the two finally arrived in the desert. The hot yellow sand stretched out as far as the eye could see, and the ground was like broken gold under the sunlight.
"The heart goes with the long wind, and the clouds are blown away. Simon, are you happy?"
Shu Ange grabbed a handful of sand, raised it suddenly, and giggled as the sand rain fell.
"Do you have to leave?"
As the hour of parting drew nearer and nearer, Ximen Chuixue had a heavy cloud in his heart. He looked at Shu Ange with a serious face, wishing to lock her by his side.
"It's going to be sunset soon, look at it."
Shu Ange looked up at the red sun on the horizon, and held Ximen Chuixue's hand in surprise to watch.
The yellow sand is rolling, and the smoke is long, and Shu Ange whispered softly: "The desert is solitary, the long river is setting the sun. There are countless beautiful scenery in the world. One day, you and I will be able to join hands with the red dust to step on Shenzhou."
The sunset slowly fell, and the moonlight was like silver, quietly sprinkled on the hot sand, and the temperature dropped suddenly.
Shu Ange and Ximen Chuixue sat side by side on the dune. She leaned on his shoulder, held his hand, and said softly, "You said, if I reappear after a long, long time, will you wait for me?"