Qin Zhao stood beside a car, its hood covered with a thick layer of snow.
"Chu Yan, come over and look at this."
She suddenly exclaimed in astonishment.
Chu Yan hadn't realized the danger and walked over to her.
"What is it?"
As he approached, Qin Zhao grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into the thick snow.
Little rascal, dare to smash your dad?
Qin Zhao showed no mercy to Chu Yan; his handsome face was reddened by the snow.
His nose was red, and his eyes were red, too; when Chu Yan looked at Qin Zhao, his dark Phoenix Eyes seemed a bit watery, making the tear mole at the corner of his eyes bewitchingly attractive.
"..." Chu Yan rubbed his cheeks, "I wanted to have a snowball fight with you, how could you push me into the snow?"
Qin Zhao righteously retorted, "Who's to control me?"
"Fine, I can't control you."
