An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 114 Photos (Part 2)

They paid for express service, so they received the photos relatively quickly.

Meng Youyou held a small stack of five-inch photos with white lace in her hand, looking down as she flipped through them one by one. Then she tilted her head slightly and said, "I think you look better when you smile."

After admiring the photos, she stuffed the entire stack into her small handbag.

Huo Qingshan spoke up promptly: "Didn't I?"

Meng Youyou blinked, not deliberately, "Some of the photos I took weren't that good. I want to pick some out before I give them to you."

She lowered her head and didn't look at him again, and you could vaguely hear a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

He took her hand and said very naturally, "But I think every single one of them is beautiful."

"That's true," she replied casually.

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan chuckled softly.

When I left the photo studio, I realized that it was already getting dark. The days are always so short in the winter in the north. It was only a little past five o'clock.

The streetlights were already on, appearing somewhat hazy in the cold fog. The shops along the street were brightly lit, with condensation forming on the windowpanes, casting a warm glow.

A faint orange-red hue lingered on the distant horizon.

The snow is falling heavily.

Two pairs of footprints, one large and one small, stepped onto the snow one after another. Because the snow piled up on the ground was thick enough, the true face of the cement bricks hidden at the bottom could not be seen. It just made the snow layer underfoot even more compact.

Huo Qingshan looked down at the girl's round-toed leather shoes stuck in the snow and couldn't help but mutter, "I told you before I left that it would snow this afternoon, right?"

In the hotel room, the girl pointed to a pair of bright red rubber rain boots on the floor and said fiercely, "I'd rather freeze to death than wear these shoes."

Now, her pretty little leather shoes were buried in the snow, and snowflakes seeped through the gaps between her shoes and socks, soaking her cotton socks. Meng Youyou stamped her feet, shaking off the snowflakes from her shoes as if trying to hide her embarrassment, and smiled ingratiatingly at him: "What should we do then?"

She stuck out her tongue lightly, looking completely unconcerned and a bit roguish: "It's already like this, if you criticize me again, it won't just be my shoes that get wet, my wonderful mood will be ruined too."

The next second, she grinned mischievously and tiptoed closer to him, asking, "How about you carry me on your back?"

His breath warmed the area where his chin and neck met as he spoke.

Meng Youyou was joking. Although there weren't many pedestrians on the road at the moment, it was, after all, a central street in the city, and you could encounter all sorts of different people at any time.

However, the man in front of him suddenly bent down and squatted down.

Meng Youyou couldn't hide her surprise: "Are you serious?"

A deep, magnetic voice drifted up from below: "Come up."

Without further hesitation, Meng Youyou lunged forward, expecting the person crouching beneath her to stumble, but to her surprise, her effort failed to even budge the massive figure beneath her.

He carried her steadily, the snow crunching rhythmically.

A cold wind blew in, and Meng Youyou instinctively buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Feeling the man's body stiffen noticeably, Meng Youyou suddenly felt playful. She pressed her lips to his neck and sucked on a soft spot, one of the few relatively soft parts of his body.

Huo Qingshan came to a complete stop.

Meng Youyou noticed it, but she didn't stop; she continued to extend downwards in a fine, dense pattern.

I didn't update yesterday (I was working overtime and had writer's block; I sat in front of the computer yesterday and couldn't squeeze out a single word), but people still voted today, which is quite touching.

There should be one more chapter today, but I haven't finished writing it yet. I'll post it later.