In the room, An Xiaomi held a blanket, wrapped the two of them together, and leaned on the sofa.

The girl was like an obedient kitten, her whole body seemed to be leaning warmly in Xu Zhimu's arms.

An Xiaomi's soft and fragrant body was lying in Xu Zhimu's arms, and her pert buttocks and soft back brought an unforgettable feeling.

It's just that the intimate action of two people leaning together like this is not something ordinary childhood sweethearts can do.

Of course, the window between the two families has been broken, especially considering An Xiaomi's health. Now they turn a blind eye to the affairs between the two of them.

In this cold winter, let her be willful for the last time.

Xu Zhimu also gently held her in his arms, and she curled up and sat cross-legged in Xu Zhimu's arms.

An Xiaomi is not short in height, but she is still a bit thin overall.

She has thin arms and legs, and a slender waist. She looks like a little white rabbit jumping in Xu Zhimu's arms.

The two soft little feet sat cross-legged together gently, just enough to be placed on Xu Zhimu's hand.

It was like holding two white jade golden lotuses, soft and delicate to the touch, and like a small and delicate dumpling, which was gently pinched by Xu Zhimu in his hand.

However, An Xiaomi's feet were still a little cold. We were still at home, and it would definitely be colder if we went out.

Obviously it wasn't this serious last year.

In her last life, during the winter of her junior year, An Xiaomi's health was definitely worse than now, but she still chose to accompany Xu Zhimu to build the last snowman in her life.

What kind of pain An Xiaomi endured at that time...

Xu Zhimu's eyes trembled slightly, and he stretched out his warm hands to gently knead her little feet.

"Why don't you tell me if your feet are so cold."

"It's winter, it's normal for your feet to get cold..."

An Xiaomi leaned in her arms and moved her little toes slightly, but Xu Zhimu's hands were really warm and she didn't want to leave.

"Then don't wear any socks, look at how cold you are."

Xu Zhimu said to her helplessly and distressedly.

"Anyway, wearing socks won't keep you warm, so it's better not to wear them at all."

"That's ridiculous, dress well next time you go out."

"Hehe, don't think I don't know, actually the cold feet feel really good, right?"

An Xiaomi turned her head and looked at him, her pretty face smiling with a hint of cunning.

Xu Zhimu couldn't refute, An Xiaomi's feet were soft and slightly cold, in fact, they were like cool jelly in summer.

Of course, Xu Zhimu's hand gradually became warm at this moment.

An Xiaomi whispered into his ear again: "The strawberry-flavored foot mask I just used today still smells good. Do you want to... try it?"

An Xiaomi is now like a little succubus, sticking to Xu Zhimu's ear, gently blowing out the fragrance, tempting Xu Zhimu to commit crimes.

"Who do you think I am?"

Xu Zhimu swallowed his saliva seriously, mainly because he was too full from the New Year's Eve dinner today.

And although several parents turned a blind eye tonight, you can't hold An Xiaomi's little feet and show them off in front of everyone in the living room, right?

Wouldn't that ruin my tall and righteous image of Xu Zhimu?

"You really don't want to try it? There is no shop like this after passing this village."

An Xiaomi continued to seduce, Xu Zhimu stretched out his hand and patted her: "Okay, don't lock the window tonight, wait until I go over and chew your pig's trotters!"

"Bah! You are the big pig's hooves! I won't open the window for you, the flower-picking thief!"

An Xiaomi blushed and stretched out her little hand to tug Xu Zhimu's cheek.

"cough……"

At this moment, a coughing sound came from the master bedroom.

Then I saw the door handle turn slightly.

An Xiaomi was startled and quickly wanted to jump out of Xu Zhimu's arms, but Xu Zhimu suddenly stretched out his hand and gently hugged An Xiaomi's waist, preventing her from leaving his arms.

"Auntie is coming out, please let go quickly." An Xiaomi was still a little guilty and nervous.

But if Xu Zhimu didn't hear anything, he just let her out of his arms a little, but still kept her close to him. This action was still intimate, but it was normal for childhood sweethearts to watch TV next to each other.

Xu's mother also walked out and looked at the two people in the living room watching the Spring Festival Gala together. Her steps paused slightly for a moment.

Looking at An Xiaomi's flushed cheeks and somewhat embarrassed and panicked eyes.

Then he looked at Xu Zhimu, who had a calm face at this moment, and even made eye contact with him slightly.

This little bastard!

Xu's mother didn't know what to say for a moment. How could she feel that she had lived her whole life honestly and dutifully, but in the end she gave birth to such a scumbag son?

Just looking at An Xiaomi, Xu's mother felt a little mixed in her heart.

This child, God is so unfair to her.

Xu's mother sighed and walked straight towards the two of them.

"Mom, we and I..."

An Xiaomi stammered nervously. Although the two of them seemed to be just leaning against each other, Xu Zhimu was still holding her little feet under the blanket.

"Do you feel cold?"

But Xu's mother just walked over and helped An Xiaomi tuck the gaps in the blanket again. Her tone was gentle: "I think there are still thin quilts in the cold room. Don't freeze. I'll make you some hot tea."

It was as if Xu's mother didn't see the two people sticking together.

He reached out his hand and gently touched An Xiaomi's little head.

"It's okay, Mom, it's not cold anymore."

An Xiaomi shook her head, looking at Xu's mother's gentle eyes, she felt a little weak and a little warm in her heart.

Xu's mother brought a cup of hot tea and placed it on the table in front of An Xiaomi.

"Mom, why don't you get a drink for your own son? Isn't that too partial?" Xu Zhimu said from the side.

"If you have to drink it and pour it yourself, you are so lazy every day."

Xu's mother glared at her son, and then looked at An Xiaomi.

"Good boy, if you feel sleepy at night, just go to bed. You don't have to stay up all night now. Just pay attention to your health. I'll go back to the room to take care of your Uncle Xu."

Xu's mother touched An Xiaomi's face.

"Yeah, thank you, Mom." An Xiaomi nodded obediently.

Xu's mother looked at her scumbag son again and glared at him slightly.

"You too, don't stay up so late with Xiaomi. If Xiaomi catches a cold, I won't take care of you!"

"Okay, Queen Mother, don't worry."

"Poor mouth."

Xu's mother looked at the two of them again, then entered the master bedroom with a teapot.

There were only two people left in the living room again.

At this moment, An Xiaomi's blushing face was filled with a hint of embarrassment and shame. She stretched out her fist and hit Xu Zhimu.

"Why didn't you let me go just now..."

"It was you who took the initiative to get into my arms with the blanket. Just let go when you asked me to."

Xu Zhimu hugged her directly into his arms again, and the girl's sweet and soft body was immediately embraced.

Anyway, my mother already knows that the two of them are in the living room, so she probably won't leave the bedroom tonight.

"I just want to cover myself with a blanket. Who wants to follow you..."

An Xiaomi blushed and retorted, but Xu Zhimu grabbed her feet and squeezed them.

"Really? Then who said it just now and wanted to ask you to taste this little pig's trotters?"

"You have pig hooves! You have big pig hooves!"

An Xiaomi lowered her voice and kept swaying in Xu Zhimu's arms, stretching out her fist to hit him.

But the girl's soft body and cute appearance made Xu Zhimu feel like a dragon raising its head on February 2.

"Stop wandering around and watch the Spring Festival Gala more honestly."

Xu Zhimu grabbed her little fist and the two of them were wrapped in blankets, like Russian matryoshka dolls hugging each other.

"What's so good about the musical? The skits have already been performed." An Xiaomi looked at the TV, feeling a little bored.

"Cherish the Spring Festival Gala now, the only program in the future will be dumpling making." Xu Zhimu sighed, and some old faces such as Uncle Benshan from the skit just now are still there.

I have to say that the current program is really good.
To be continued...