"Ha, Shortie."

His lips twitched and he leaned over to pull her up.

Song Yaoyao rolled to the side and avoided his hand.

She was like a clumsy little bear as she crawled to her feet. She adjusted her crooked beanie and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"So what if I'm short? It's not like I'm eating your food!"

She patted off the snow on her jacket and continued to shovel snow into the bucket.

Huo Ningxi found it amusing. "Then whose home are you living in right now?"

"My home," Song Yaoyao said confidently.

After the bucket was full she pressed it firmly and tipped it out. A round body was quickly formed.

Huo Ningxi had never met a more shameless girl. He raised his eyebrows. "Then why isn't your surname Huo?"

"Gege's surname is Huo. I will eventually marry him, so wherever he is, that's my home."

This answer was not wrong. In fact, it seemed like a display of affection.

But it hurt Huo Ningxi's ears.

He pressed his lips together. "Stop being so proud. When did my Small Uncle say that he was marrying you?"

"You can ask him yourself." Song Yaoyao didn't want to waste her breath on him. "Gege said he was going to get engaged to me."

"The two of you..."

Huo Ningxi gritted his teeth as he glared at the back of Song Yaoyao's head.

This brat always made him angry; her words were not likable at all.

He walked over and snatched the bucket out of her hands.

Song Yaoyao, who was having fun, quickly lost her temper. "Huo Ningxi, give that back to me!"

Snow fell upon her curly and dense eyelashes. Her clear eyes were like stars. Huo Ningxi looked at her pink nose and cheeks, and felt his heart soften.

He humphed. "Stop talking. I don't want to hear you talk!"

Since he didn't like anything that she had to say, it was better for her to stay quiet!

But what kind of reasoning was this?

Song Yaoyao's heart boiled up. She grabbed some snow and threw it at Huo Ningxi's face. "Huo Ningxi, do you want to die? Or are you getting restless because I haven't hit you for a while?" she asked fiercely.

She had brought this bucket. If he wanted to play too, he should have brought his own.

When she was angry, her voice was high-pitched. But this childish, nasally voice sounded extremely cute.

Huo Ningxi wiped the snow off his face and his lips curved. "Yes, I'm getting restless."

If she was willing, Huo Ningxi didn't mind being hit by her for the rest of his life.

"You..."

Song Yaoyao furrowed her brows and rolled her eyes. "Are you crazy?"

No one was this self-deprecating.

"Hurry and give it back. I can't be bothered arguing with you."

"No. If you want it so badly, come and snatch it back!"

Huo Ningxi smugly raised the bucket.

It had only been a few days since they saw each other, but why did he seem taller? When he stood in front of Song Yaoyao, he was like a giant.

But he was asking for a beating.

Song Yaoyao thought about his height and the energy needed to beat him up and decided to give up.

She turned her back to him, shoveled some snow, and used her hand to pile it onto the snowman.

She was tiny but her clothes were puffy, so when she kneeled on the ground, she looked just like a white and fat radish.

Huo Ningxi was happy, but as he waited, his amusement faded.

He slowly put down the bucket. Pursing his lips, he quietly watched Song Yaoyao's actions.

"Song Yaoyao, you don't want to hit me anymore?"

Did she hate seeing him so much?

Song Yaoyao did not understand what he was thinking. She simply found him strange.

"It's not like I can beat you to death. Why should I waste my time?"