"Okay, okay, then you go ahead and read it." Li Luo raised his hands in surrender, "But the plot of the novel is all fabricated by demons. Just don't take it seriously when you read it. It's all fiction and exaggeration, do you understand?"

"I know." Ying Chanxi nodded, but soon came back to his thoughts and looked at him suspiciously, "You didn't write anything bad about me in the book, did you? Patch it here in advance.

Woolen cloth?"

"How is that possible?" Li Luo shook his head repeatedly, "Besides that the character in the book is only about half as cute as you, there is nothing wrong with him."

"Even if you say that, I won't be happy." Ying Chanxi blushed and punched him again, but the force of the punch was lighter each time.

Only then did Li Luo realize that the two of them seemed to have been hugging each other for a long time.

Seeing that the words had been spoken, he finally let go of his hand and took a half step back, wanting to temporarily end the current state of sticking to each other.

But when Ying Chanxi saw this, he immediately pulled him back and threw his whole body into his arms. Then he buried his face into his chest with a guilty look on his face and whispered in a low voice: "I'm so cold, it's all my fault."

You, I put on a down jacket and ran out, almost freezing to death."

"Then go back quickly." Li Luo looked down and helped her zip up the down jacket.

But at this time, Ying Chanxi's lower body was wearing a pair of thick-looking panda pajamas, with her ankles exposed.

Ying Chanxi was crying so hard just now that she didn't even notice. Now that her mood had calmed down, she actually felt cold.

When leaning in Li Luo's arms, Ying Chanxi couldn't help but stamp her feet a few times, feeling that her feet were a little frozen.

"Put it on." Li Luo took off half of his scarf and put it around Ying Chanxi's neck, "Let's go."

The two of them walked into the community half-hugging each other. Ying Chanxi leaned in Li Luo's arms, feeling the warmth brought by the scarf, and his mood gradually became clearer.

She was now grateful but also a little scared. Fortunately, Li Luo had chased her out just now, otherwise she really didn't know what to do.

In fact, some things, if you talk about it like this, it won't be so uncomfortable after the emotions are vented.

Ying Chanxi was simply suffocated during those few days abroad, and he was thinking about a lot of random things in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt.

If he really had learned about this in China and had come to Li Luo to make it clear as soon as possible, he wouldn't have had such intense emotions.

In the end, it was still a mistake.

Fortunately, the ending was not bad. After the two people talked about it, Ying Chanxi was relieved. He just wanted to go home quickly and read the novel written by Li Luo to see what he wrote next.

But just as the two of them were walking towards the entrance of the corridor, Ying Chanxi suddenly stopped and subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky.

Li Luo was pulled to a stop by her. He turned to look at Ying Chanxi and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Look..." Ying Chanxi raised a hand, gently held a piece of falling pure white elf, and watched it melt little by little in the palm of his hand.

Li Luo looked at the snowflakes, then raised his head to take a closer look, and suddenly found bits and pieces of white snow slowly falling from the night sky.

It fell on the branches, on the roof of the car, in the bushes, and between the hair of the two of them.

"Wow~" Ying Chanxi couldn't help but cheered as he watched the snow falling more and more in front of him, "Li Luo, it's snow! It's snowing~"

"Well, it's snowing." Li Luo raised his hand and swept her head, with a smile on his lips, "But it's better to go back first. It won't be fun if you catch a cold during the Chinese New Year.

"

"I know~"

Ying Chanxi was just happy, always feeling that the snowfall must have a different meaning after she and Li Luo reconciled after their quarrel.

This made her look particularly happy.

The two people returned to the corridor entrance in the snow and went all the way to the fourth floor.

Li Luo sent her back to 402. After watching her walk into the bedroom, he thought for a moment and then walked to the bathroom. He took out the footbath that Ying Chanxi usually used and filled it with hot water.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

After Ying Chanxi returned to the bedroom, she covered her frozen feet under the quilt and squeezed them with her hands, trying to warm them up.

Then she saw Li Luo walking in with a footbath, and she was immediately surprised.

"Let's soak your feet and warm up your body, otherwise you'll really catch a cold." Li Luo put the footbath beside the bed, sat on the chair in front of the desk, and waved to Yingchan River, "Come here and give it a try.

Water temperature.”

"Oh." Ying Chanxi pursed her lips, tried hard to suppress the raised corners of her mouth, moved her butt to the bedside, stretched out a white and tender little foot, and tested the temperature of the water.

Probably because he was really frozen, Ying Chanxi only felt warm and quickly put both feet into the hot water.

As a wave of heat surged up his spine along his feet and spread throughout his body, Ying Chanxi immediately let out a comfortable sigh and lay back on the bed, feeling his toes gradually come to life and twisting a few times in the water.

This feeling of being soaked in hot water, changing from a frozen state to warm, and tingling in the middle, is really relaxing for both body and mind.

Especially the worries that had been held in his heart for several days were finally resolved, and Ying Chanxi was in an unprecedented good mood.

She thought for a while, took out her mobile phone, clicked on the Qidian APP that she had just downloaded a few days ago, and found Li Luo's "I'm Really Not a Celebrity", and planned to read it carefully from now on.

Li Luo was sitting on the chair bored, waiting for her to finish soaking her feet.

But when he saw her serious look on her face and looking at something on her phone with relish, she immediately asked with an alert look on her face: "What are you looking at?"

"It's a novel you wrote." Ying Chanxi blinked innocently, "Didn't you say you could read it? I have to see what you wrote about me."

"..." Li Luo's eyes twitched, and then he reminded seriously, "I still have to correct your statement. Although the characters I wrote in the book are based on you, it does not mean that the characters are you.

Is that understandable?"

Ying Chanxi didn't listen to what he specifically said at all. He just caught the key words in an instant. Suddenly he remembered that he still had questions that he hadn't asked. He narrowed his eyes and asked: "Except for the bamboo sheng, what are you talking about?"

Is there someone else?"

"Forehead……"

"Just tell me, I won't be angry." Ying Chanxi shook his feet in the footbath, stepped on the water and said, "Aren't we already reconciled?"

"Okay." Li Luo coughed twice, and then said, "In addition to you and Zhusheng, there are also seniors. Of course, some other supporting characters are also based on acquaintances around them, such as Zhao Rongjun and the like."

"Really?" Ying Chanxi couldn't help but ask, "So the senior also knows that you are writing a novel? Where is Zhao Rongjun? He has known about it for a long time?"

"Zhao Rongjun doesn't know." Li Luo waved his hand, "As for the senior sister... well... I just know a little bit earlier than you."

"How long is one o'clock?"

"Um..." Thinking that she had to keep her novel writing a secret from her senior sister, Li Luo had no choice but to say, "You don't know how coincidental it was during the symposium."

"Among the guests invited by the Writers Association, there is my senior sister's father. Do you remember? Her father is a professor of literature at Qianjiang University."

"As a result, he happened to be invited to this symposium, and I was immediately recognized, and then my senior sister also found out about it... It was really force majeure."

After Ying Chanxi listened, he nodded with understanding and had no intention of getting angry again.

After all, it now seems that Li Luo's exposure of his novel writing to others was basically a passive exposure that he had no choice but to do without his own control.

Thinking about it this way, Ying Chanxi didn't mind.

"Are you done soaking?" Li Luo looked at the time and reached out to feel the water temperature, "It's a bit cold already, please wipe your feet."

With that said, he handed over the towel that Ying Chanxi usually used to wipe his feet.

But Ying Chanxi had no intention of getting up. He was still lying on the bed, looking at his mobile phone and lifting his feet with a smile: "You wipe it for me, I'm reading a novel."

Li Luo looked at the white and tender feet in front of him, whose skin looked like freshly boiled eggs, and sighed slightly: "There's really nothing I can do about you."

As he said that, he picked up the towel, held her heel with his other hand, and wiped it carefully for her.

After wiping her left foot, she switched to her right foot, then patted her two snow-white feet and asked her to quickly put her feet back into the bed.

"Okay, go to bed early." Li Luo picked up the footbath and went to the bathroom to empty it. Then he returned to Ying Chanxi's bedroom and said to Ying Chanxi on the bed, "It's already very late, and I have to buy new year's goods tomorrow.

Stop reading now, right?"

"I know, I'll go to bed after reading this chapter." Ying Chanxi huddled in the bed and responded, then waved her hand towards him, "You can go back to sleep too."

"Go to bed after reading this chapter." Li Luo gave her one last reminder before walking out of the bedroom and closing the door to her.

"Yeah, good night~"

"Good night."
Chapter completed!