Quan Shaoqing took out his cell phone, revealing his face.
Meanwhile, Gu Xiaoxi was still wearing the man's scarf, only her expressive big eyes showing.
With the snowy landscape as a backdrop, the two huddled together casually, yet there was an indescribable harmony and beauty.
Quan Shaoqing looked at her and smiled tenderly and deeply.
Gu Xiaoxi didn't know what he was smiling at and wanted to see the photo, but he wouldn't let her.
She pretended to be angry, turned around, and skied away but couldn't grasp the technique, and accidentally tumbled out.
She buried her face into the snow like an ostrich diving headfirst.
Frightened, Quan Shaoqing immediately went to pull her up.
"Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously, holding her.
Gu Xiaoxi fell with her face in disarray, not necessarily hurt but incredibly embarrassed.
"I can't ski; teach me."
"Kiss me, and I can teach even better," the man's mellow voice paired with a scholarly smile was enough to steal one's soul.
