Thinking back to that scene, a smile spread across his lips.
"On that slide, you were the first person to outdo me."
She grinned and held out her cup towards him.
Taking his own cup, Huangfu Jue gently clinked it with hers, and they smiled at each other, both bringing their cups to their lips at the same time.
In the distance, the river reflected the moonlight, like waves of snow...
That day, as the two of them were almost at the foot of the mountain, suddenly there was an avalanche.
Realizing the danger, they both fled, but humans can’t outrun an avalanche, and in the end, they were unable to escape their fate.
Huangfu Jue raised his left arm.
She gave him a sideways glance.
He simply smiled and said.
She rolled her eyes at him.
He then stood up, walked over, sat down beside her, and pulled her into his embrace.
Six years ago, in a snow cave, the two of them huddled together to escape the severe cold. Back then, she was shivering all over from the cold, and he had opened his arms to her in the same way. She had refused, but just as tonight, he came over and took her into his arms.
Everything was the same as six years ago, the only difference was, this time, she didn’t struggle.
Leaning against his warm chest, she lifted her left hand and pinched his shirt, her fingertips gently touching the button.
"Before me, have you ever held another woman in your arms?"
"Of course." He answered seriously, "When my sister was little, it was always my brother and I who held her."
She paused, then burst into laughter.
Huangfu Jue didn’t laugh but slightly tightened his arms and gently laid his chin on top of her hair.
"Apart from my family and friends, you’re the first one... and the last."
The hand holding her cup shook slightly, and the wine spilled out, falling onto the picnic blanket.
Huangfu Jue looked down, held her palm, feeling her cold fingers, and frowned slightly. He took the cup from her hand, grabbed her palm and tucked it inside his shirt, not waiting for her to pull away, he opened his own palm and pressed hers down.
The warmth of the man’s skin was irresistible, evoking a deep affection.
She couldn’t help shrinking into his embrace, her fingertips gently caressing his skin.
"Ajue, if I do something to hurt you in the future, could you forgive me?"
"Whatever it is, you’ll forgive me?"
The man laughed at himself, "Otherwise... what can I do?"
He could be merciless to anyone else, but he couldn’t bring himself to be hard-hearted to her, even if she truly did something, what could he do if he didn’t forgive her?
Yell at her? Hit her? Take revenge on her...
Longing to shower her with every conceivable affection, he could never bear it.
She stretched her arms around his neck and whispered with emotion.
Bending down, his nose gently brushed against the skin of her neck, tinting his tone with a hint of devilish charm.
"How will you thank me?"
Gan Yuan lifted her face, took his cup, tipped her head back and drained the wine in one gulp, then casually tossed the cup aside onto the grass. With both hands on his shoulders, she pushed slightly, sending him tumbling to the ground.
With her hands braced beside his head, she bent down, bringing her face close to his.
"How do you want to be thanked?"
Huangfu Jue lifted his right hand; the back of his fingers slowly caressed her smooth skin.
She bent down and softly kissed his lips; there was still a hint of wine on them. She gently sipped at them as if savoring a fine vintage.