The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

"It's too late."

Wen Yu chuckled and made a gesture as if to put the snowball into her collar.

Su Qingyao screamed, ducked under his arm and crawled out, laughing as she ran towards the parking lot.

Snowflakes fluttered down onto her hair and shoulders, and her running figure was agile and vibrant in the snow.

Wen Yu slowly straightened up and patted the snow off his hands.

Looking at the jubilant person in the distance, his eyes were almost overflowing with doting affection.

He strode off and followed at a leisurely pace.

Su Qingyao ran for a while, then looked back and saw that he didn't immediately chase after her, which emboldened her.

She hid behind a ginkgo tree, quickly made a snowball, held her breath, waited for the right moment, and threw it at Wen Yu, who was strolling leisurely by.

The snowball traced an arc in the air and landed squarely on the shoulder of Wen Yu's fine black coat, creating a small, striking white patch.

Wen Yu stopped in his tracks, dusted off his shoulders, and looked up to lock onto the tree where the "murderer" was hiding.

Su Qingyao peeked half her head out from behind the thick tree trunk, just in time to meet his gaze. Startled, she turned and tried to run away.

Ke Wenyu moved even faster.

He strode behind the tree in a few steps, and amidst her brief gasp of surprise, he swept her up in his arms and spun her around effortlessly.

Then... he gently laid her down on the untouched snow in the nearby green belt.

"ah!"

Su Qingyao sank into the soft snow. It didn't hurt, but the sudden feeling of weightlessness made her gasp softly.

She tried to sit up, supporting herself on her arms, but Wen Yu knelt down on the snow beside her first, leaning close and enveloping her in his shadow.

Snowflakes gently landed on his gray hair and straight nose, giving his handsome face a touch of ethereal purity, like a beautiful spirit descending from the snow.

"Surrender!"

Su Qingyao immediately raised her hands, looked at him with wet eyes, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"I surrender! Young Master Wen, please spare my life!"

Wen Yu looked down at her.

She lay on the pristine white snow, her long, black hair disheveled, making her face appear even whiter.

His cheeks were flushed from running and excitement, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his eyes clearly showed a triumphant smile, but he insisted on putting on an innocent and pitiful look.

So beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.

Wen Yu's heart stirred, and all thoughts of revenge vanished, leaving only tenderness and a flutter of emotion.

He slowly bent down, bracing his arms on the snow beside her ears, trapping her between himself and the snow.

Snowflakes fell between their pressed foreheads and their intertwined breaths.

"Surrender is possible," he said, his voice deep and magnetic in the silent, falling snow, carrying a seductive power.

"But you must be sincere."

Su Qingyao blinked, tiny snowflakes clinging to her long eyelashes. "What kind of sincerity is this?"

Wen Yu's gaze fell on her moist lips, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Su Qingyao blushed even more and muttered softly.

"……rogue."

Wen Yu chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against her icy cheeks.

"Only for you."

Su Qingyao's heart pounded like a drum, but she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Her image was reflected in his deep eyes, along with the snowflakes dancing in the air, as if they had fallen just for this moment.

She tilted her head back slightly and slowly closed her eyes.

A kiss, carrying the crisp, cool scent of snow, landed gently on my lips.

The heat spread, dispelling all the chill.

Wen Yu's kiss was delicate and lingering, as if he were savoring the most precious gift that the first snow had given him.

Su Qingyao wrapped her arms around his neck in response.

The world was quiet, and there was no one around.

The world was vast and boundless, as if only this heavy snow remained, along with the two of them embracing passionately and kissing each other in the snow.

After a long while, Wen Yu reluctantly stepped back a little.

The hot white breaths exhaled by the two mingled together in the cold air, becoming indistinguishable.

"I heard..."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, his thumb gently caressing her lips, which were rosy and slightly swollen from being kissed.

"Lovers who kiss on the first snow day will never be apart."

He looked into her misty, moist eyes, his voice very soft.

"Baby, we'll never be apart, right?"

Su Qingyao nodded, still immersed in the afterglow of the kiss, her body warm and her heart burning.

"Mmm," she responded softly, her voice tinged with a slight pant and unwavering certainty, "We won't separate..."

She hugged his neck tightly, buried her face in his shoulder which carried the scent of cold snow, nuzzled against him, and then added in a muffled voice.

"But, my darling Yuyu, you're pressing down on me... and I can't breathe."

Wen Yu chuckled, then propped himself up, pulled her up from the snow, carefully brushed the snowflakes off her, and took off his scarf, wrapping it tightly around her slender neck.

"Have you had enough fun?" he asked, his eyes full of indulgence.

"Hehe, that's enough~"

Su Qingyao nodded emphatically, took his warm hand, and shook it.

"I'm hungry. I promised to treat you today. It's so cold, let's go eat hot pot. I know an old restaurant that's really authentic. Sitting around a steaming hot pot on a snowy day is the happiest thing!"

Wen Yu took her slightly cool hand into his palm, interlocked their fingers, and put it into the warm pocket of his coat.

"Okay," he said, looking at her, his voice blending into the wind and snow.

"Wherever you want to go, we'll go."

-

After the first snowfall, the temperature in northern Beijing suddenly dropped several degrees, and the real winter arrived.

Su Qingyao's studies gradually returned to a more intense pace.

Besides attending classes, spending time in the lab, accompanying Wenyu, and visiting her mother, she would also visit Song Yunyan on her way.

Although Song Yunyan had said "no need to bother" last time, Su Qingyao thought to herself that she should repay the favor to the end.

He's still hospitalized, so it's only right that we visit him a few more times.

So, on the next few visits, she would bring Wen Yu along and prepare gifts for them.

After visiting three times, Song Yunyan was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

He finally understood that Su Qingyao's concern might be somewhat naive.

But every time Wenyu appears, it is a meticulously planned, silent torment and demonstration.

He couldn't stay in this hospital for even a day longer.

He never wanted to be visited again.

He sent Su Qingyao a text message directly, using polite language to explain that he was fine and would be discharged from the hospital soon, so there was no need for him to visit anymore.

Su Qingyao breathed a long sigh of relief upon receiving the text message.

The burden of "repaying kindness" in my heart was finally lifted with the appearance of this text message, and I felt much more relaxed.

She thought that with these visits and the expensive tonics Wen Yu had prepared, the favor should be repaid.

From now on, I'll just send a greeting during holidays at most.

With this matter settled, Su Qingyao immediately turned her attention to another, more important thing.

Wenyu's birthday is coming soon.

Five days left.

[Yu Bao's Birthday Surprise] After she wrote and drew, I finally chose what to give her.

Since it's a surprise, we have to keep it a secret.

So, in the following days, Wen Yu clearly felt it.

His baby seems to be... avoiding him?