Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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This year, the middle of the country had a heavy snow.

Zhao Anyang piled a snowman in the back garden of Luofu, and his eyes were covered with black cloth.

"Hey, you piled yourself up!" Luo dusted out of the room, watching the cute snowman with a fat smile, and a big smile on his lips.

Zhao Anyang saw her ran out without wearing a coat, her eyebrows slightly picked up, and went into the inner room to take out her big red cloak.

Luo Dust stood next to Cher and walked two laps, laughing.

"Don't catch cold." He put a cloak on her and gently glared at her.

"Like me?" He saw her always watching the snowman not talking, asked with a smile.

Luo smashed the dust and touched the face of the snowman, only to think that the cool snow melted in the palm of his hand.

She smiled faintly: "It's a little fat."

“Is it?” Zhao Anyang glanced at himself now and laughed at himself: “It seems almost the same as it is now...”

"Yes, you are so fat." Luo looked at him with a sweet smile.

In the past few years, they have been in the rivers and lakes, and they have seen thousands of miles of water and traveled all over the world.

In addition to eating is to play, Zhao Anyang can be said to be a whole fat circle.

"Mrs. This is a disgusting me." She was still clear and watery, and she looked like a few years ago.

It seems that the years have not left a trace on her body.

"Where, obviously you are abandoning me!" Luo dusted his mouth and pointed at the snowman: "You have only piled up oneself, no heap of me!"

"It's snowing, I am afraid that you are cold." Zhao Anyang held her little hand in the palm of her hand.

Soft, warm...

"Nonsense, you just don't want to give me one!" Luo slammed the dust and piled up the grass and piled up a snow. She put the big red cloak on the snowman and watched him smile. "Like me?"

"It’s too fat, and it’s much better than it.” Zhao Anyang took the cloak of the snowman’s body and put it on her, and took the cloak on her body and put it on the snowman.

He glanced at the snowman, and his mouth inadvertently revealed a faint smile: "If I had a prominent status when I met you, then I should be able to put the cloak on the body!"

Luo slammed into the dust, and smiled for a long time: "It's a fool. No matter what status you are, I like you just like you, nothing will change."

"Good dear--" He licked her waist, letting his head rest on his chest, but the snowman with his eyes in front of him was laughing: "Now I am covered, it is counted as It’s not too late.”

She glanced at the silly snowman piled up in front of her eyes, wearing Zhao Anyang's cloak, looking at the snowman in front of her undressed clothes, and suddenly felt a touch of emotion in her heart.

Such a scene, but they are generally the same as they were.

"Zhao Anyang--" She lifted her eyes slightly, watching his handsome face shouting his name.

"Well?" He looked up at her.

She smiled lightly, tiptoed her toes and kissed his lips: "I love you."

Zhao Anyang reversed her hand into her arms, bowed her head and kissed her voice. The words were as cool as water: "I love you too, and live forever."

After that, he picked her up and walked toward the room.

The snow was flying outside the window, and the two snowmen were quietly waiting in the snow, just as they were in the past.

This generation of Zhao Anyang lived to be 60 years old. In ancient times, such ages have been very good.

Luo Dianchen has been with him all the time, until the pear tree, the moment he will die, his eyes are still so beautiful.

"Look, I am so useless, go ahead of you, and ask you to suffer parting." Zhao Anyang lay in her arms with tears in her eyes.

"Stupid, we will meet each other in the afterlife. Say it well, live and die, never get apart. Luo Dian has already been red-eyed, she is not willing, but useless.

The system told her this morning that Zhao Anyang’s life span is as it is today.

You want the three to die, and who dares to stay with you.

Yeah, the pain of parting, she will bear.

"Well... it’s ......" His breath is getting weaker and weaker, and his lips are repeated over and over again.

"I am at me..." She hugged him, tears rushing out of her eyes.

"I... I... love... love you." He closed his eyes and said the last sentence.

"Me too." She hugged him, her consciousness gradually blurred.

If you have been there, I have always loved.