Only you in my love

"Mmmph..." Michelle turned over in bed and groaned. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she struggled to wake up.

She blindly reached for her phone, fumbling about for a while before her fingers brushed against the cold metal of her phone. She quickly turned it on to check the time. It was 6:20 a.m.

It was still early.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced out the window. From the thin sliver between the curtains, she could see flickers of white dots.

She hurriedly reached for the remote and pressed a button to draw the curtains back. When the window came into view, Michelle's eyes lit up excitedly. It was snowing!

As soon as she lifted a corner of the quilt, a cold gust of wind washed over her. She shivered and draped the quilt around her shoulders before bounding to the window.

She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, staring at the snow-covered ground outside. Servants were busy sweeping the snow to the side, trying to clear a path. Suddenly, a servant's head swiveled around, as though to check if someone was watching. When she made sure no one was there, she bent over and gathered a handful of snow and threw it at one of her companions.

The victimized servant whirled around. Then, she also made a snowball and threw it at the perpetrator. This led to an all-out snowball fight, and for a moment, they laughed and played without a care in the world.

When they realized their laughter was getting to be a bit too loud, they both clamped their hands on their mouths and stifled their giggles. When they had calmed down, they each picked up their respective brooms and continued working. Michelle watched them with great interest. She, too, wanted to play in the snow!

She tore her gaze away from the window to get dressed and that was when her eyes landed on a crumpled up tie on the bed. At first glance, she knew it was Leon's.

Only then did she start to recall the events of last night.

She remembered wrapping her fingers around Leon's tie and pulling it towards her as she kissed him passionately.

And she kept on kissing him.

She refused to let go of his tie, trapping him in place for her to kiss him.

Michelle's eyes popped wide open at the memory, and she covered her mouth in astonishment. How could she have been so bold last night?

Usually, people lost their memory after a night of drinking. However, the more she thought about it, the clearer her memory became, and the details of last night became crystal clear to her.

She remembered Leon asking her a question. It only took her a split second to answer with a nod. After that, she could only moan whenever she wanted to say something.

But Leon stopped her moans by kissing her on the mouth.

Then his hands roamed around her body lustfully.

It was an indescribable feeling. Her mind seemed to have gone completely blank, and she could say no other words except "Leon."

At some point, her memories grew fuzzy. She could only vaguely remember something rubbing between her legs.

Leon was gasping and asking her to close her legs.

She did what she was told.

Later that night, she felt so tired.

She felt as though she had just climbed an insurmountable mountain, despite the fact that she'd been lying on her back the whole time. She must've been tired from shouting his name a lot. She couldn't remember how many times she had uttered his name that night.

It was Michelle's first time to sleep with a man, and this made her feel strange strange, but happy.

As she recalled the events of the night before, her face flushed a bright red.

However, the cold of winter quickly cooled her warm face.

After changing her clothes, Michelle plucked the tie from the bed, rolled it into a circle, and stuffed it into her pocket.

Then, she rushed down the stairs, pulled on her cotton gloves, and rushed into the snow excitedly.

Her boots crunched on the snow, leaving footprints.

Helen had gotten up early that morning and saw a person in a red hat squatting in the snow, playing with it with her hands.

When she got closer, she saw it was Michelle. She hurried over to pull Michelle up and nervously patted the snow off her clothes. "Oh my God, Mimi! You've just recovered from your injury. How could you run out and play with the snow? It's way too cold for you to be outside!"

"Helen, I'm fine. Look, I'm wearing gloves!" Michelle calmly held up her cotton gloved hands, then pointed at the snowy heap she'd been working on. "Look at the snowman I made. Let's make more snowmen together, Helen!"

Helen cast a glance at the small pile of snow on the ground which barely resembled a human figure.

Biting her lower lip, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Is this the finished product?" she asked in between peals of laughter.

Michelle looked at the snowy pile sheepishly. "Well, it's not done yet, Helen. Let's finish it together. We can make more. Leon and the others will see it when they wake up."

"Okay, I'll help you." Helen followed suit and helped shape the snowy heap into a snowman.

Then she asked some of the servants to come over and help them. In almost no time, they built six snowmen happily.

Michelle placed her red hat on one of the snowmen and smiled. The one next to hers would be Leon. The two smallest snowmen were Van and Don, and the other two were John and Nina.

The truth was, all the snowmen looked the same, save for the one with the red hat.

Helen spoke up. "Mimi, the snowman wearing a red hat is obviously you. The two smallest snowmen should be Van and Don, but the remaining three snowmen look the same. Who are they and how do we tell them apart?" "The snowman right next to me is Leon," Michelle said immediately. She took a step back to admire their work and nodded in satisfaction.

She clapped her hands together, trying to shake the snow off her gloves.

However, the snow had already seeped into her gloves and wet her palms.

At this point, she had no choice but to take off her gloves, fold them, and then pocket them.

As she slipped her hand into her pocket, her hand brushed against a smooth fabric. Her eyes flashed. 'Leon's tie!'

Michelle had an idea. "I just remembered, I have Leon's tie. Others will know which one is Leon when I wrap the tie around it. Then, the remaining two will obviously be Nini and John."

She held up the tie proudly.

At the sight of Leon's tie, the servants exchanged glances. Helen coughed awkwardly, and all the servants lowered their heads.

"Helen, do you catch a cold?" Michelle asked worriedly.

Helen smiled calmly. "No. Anyway, aren't you going to wrap the tie around the snowman? Put it on. Mr. Lu has many ties, anyway."

Michelle didn't realize that her actions made people's imagination run wild. She just smiled innocently and went to place the necktie around the snowman. "I can buy a new tie for Leon. In fact, I already have." Actually, she did it years ago.

"It's just something I bought three years ago. I don't know if Leon will wear it. If he doesn't, then the tie will be useless." Michelle pouted.

"It'll still be meaningful if he keeps it for his memories," Helen said comfortingly.

However, Michelle shook her head. "No, it's meaningless if it'll be kept at home and not around Leon's neck."

For a moment, Helen's gaze softened and there was a touch of relief in them. She seemed to understand what Michelle really meant.

"Mimi, you have to remember what you said today, okay?"

Michelle turned to look at Helen and smiled brightly. "Thank you, Helen.

I will."

Yesterday, Leon said that he wanted to take a woman back to C Island from Lexingport City.

He basically said he wanted to keep her in his future, so she had to work hard to be the sort of woman Leon deserved.

With Leon by her side, she would be able to boldly stare hardships in the face.

It was the principle that she had taken her three years to prove, and she was willing to keep proving it as time went by.

The determined look in Michelle's eyes moved Helen. She looked at the petite girl before her wistfully, wondering how much strength was packed in her tiny body.

"Where is Mr. Lu, anyway? Why did you get up so early to make snowmen?"

"I think Leon is still sleeping." Michelle looked around, but she didn't see anyone else.

Helen showed a look of surprise, and then flashed a knowing smile. "Well, the snowmen have been made. Mimi, have fun yourself. I have to go to the kitchen to whip up some more soup for Mr. Lu." She turned around and left. As she scuttled off, she muttered to herself, "Mr. Lu must be exhausted. He needs feeding up some."