Stopped, Ling Xize took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, turned his head to look at her, "Now I know it's cold?"

When he tilted his head and thought, Si Sheng shook his head, "That won't be, it's always quite cold."

“…”

I couldn't even hear his sarcasm. I was drunk now and seemed to be really drunk.

After scanning the eyes around, Ling Xize walked to the telephone pole on the side, then bent down and put Si Sheng down.

He reminded: "Rely on the telephone pole, don't fall."

Si Sheng muttered, "I'm not stupid."

Hearing the sound, Ling Xize believed it for a while, but when he turned his head, he saw her foot, which was not wearing slippers, stepping directly on the ground. He was extremely depressed and quickly grabbed her ankle and reminded: "Don't put your feet on the ground!"

Si Sheng, leaning on the telephone pole, lifted his feet up with the force of his pushing up.

As her eyelids drooped, she looked at Ling Xize and said, "Fuss."

“…”

If he wants to argue with the drunk, he is a fool!

After brainwashing himself like this, Ling Xize calmed down and stood up to pick up slippers for Si Zuzong.

After picking up, seeing that Si Sheng was still in his posture, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted down in front of Si Sheng, gently held her cold ankles, and put on her shoes first.

Then, Ling Xize took out the hand warmer sticker he prepared with him, familiarly tore the packaging open, and put it on Si Sheng's ankle.

Both legs were not spared.

After posting, Ling Xize raised his head and asked, "Is it still cold?"

"Well," Si Sheng thought about it, felt it for a while, and then said, "It's better."

"That's OK."

After working hard for a while, Ling Xize finally got up.

At this time—

Si Sheng suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar, and pulled it forward.

He could not help but lean forward and press his hand against the electric pole behind Si Sheng, so that he could almost stabilize it and not fall into her.

"So what--"

Ling Xize looked down at her with a headache.

But, interrupted.

Si Sheng raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes, looked at him carefully, and asked word by word: "Ling Xize, are you going to our northwest to be the wife of the village?"

“…”

The sudden explosive inquiry made Ling Xize unable to react for a moment.

Madam?

It really makes her look like a bandit.

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing Ling Xize not speaking, Si Sheng added: "With me, you can walk sideways."

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Chapter completed!