Come and play. Ayi, you have been getting more and more cunning recently, you pushed all the work to us, and you slipped quite fast. "

Ao Jingyi coughed in embarrassment. Yu Qiuran returned very calmly: "Didn't you find it successfully? Are you going to have a snowball fight together?"

While speaking casually, she smashed the snowball that was secretly formed behind her back.

But then, he smiled like a fox: "Do you think we are unprepared? Alang, come on!"

Zhan Shenlang dragged them all the way from behind, a large pile of snowballs had been equipped in advance on the road.

Snowballs flew in the air.

Faced with the fierce attack of the "enemy", Ao Jingyi and Yu Qiuran immediately ran into the forest, using the trees to escape.

Yu Qiuran shrank her head to avoid the opponent's snowball, and hid behind the tree to quickly gather snow: "Damn, I underestimate the enemy."

Ao Jingyi threw his hand outwards and hit Zhan Shenlang in the chest, but he was also hit in the shoulder by the opponent: "It's okay, their reserves will be exhausted soon."

The "war" between the four is as hot as a red maple covered in silver snow.

In the spectacle of autumn and winter intertwined, in the quiet mountain forest, they fought a snowball fight in full swing, and the birds in the forest rattled and cursed.

After a hearty frolic, they ran into the log cabin to have a barbecue while laughing at each other, shoulder-to-shoulder, with a head full of snow.

In the warm house, the meat was sizzling on the grill, and the house was full of meat and laughter.

The snowmen who were together were fighting with chopsticks in the house, and the good friends who were robbing each other for meat smiled.