After a long time, Luo Qingyu quietly opened his eyes and saw that the light in the room was slightly light and dark, as if something was slightly extinguished.
Although she was lying there, her ears could hear everything in the room, and she could still hear his slight breathing, which lasted and distant.
She pretended to be sleeping in a daze and quietly turned over, and finally saw Indra from the cracks in her eyelashes.
He was wearing a thin snow-white middle suit and sat upright there, obviously practicing martial arts-
It is the cold winter day now, and the climate of Wanling Kingdom is colder, and the temperature outside is more than minus ten degrees Celsius.
Although this room is a relatively luxurious room, it is not as good as a modern room, and it can have heating or something.
Even if the insulation is done well, the indoor temperature is still around zero degrees.
In such cold weather, he was wearing such a thin middle robe and sat on a cold wooden couch—
Luo Qingyu's heart sank slightly. His injuries had just improved a little. In this way, would he be freezing?
Then he shook his head in his heart. This person is not an ordinary person at all, but a real god. How could he get sick like a mortal?
She closed her eyes again, determined not to worry about that leisure.
Time slipped by minute by minute in the silence of the two people.
I don’t know what happened, but Luo Qingyu, who has always been sleepy, actually started to suffer from insomnia. Although he closed his eyes, he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
In desperation, she began to use her sleep magic weapon - counting sheep.
She counted five thousand in her heart silently, but the more she counted, the more she became more and more energetic, and the more she counted, the more she became, the more she felt more and more confused...
She lay in one position for a long time, and her body felt a little sore. She quietly turned over and opened her eyes slightly. Seeing that Indra no longer meditated, she lay on the couch with nothing covering her body.
Closed my eyes and seemed to be asleep.
He had a long body, and the small couch could not accommodate him at all, so although his body was lying on the couch, his feet were dragged to the ground, looking very aggrieved.
Luo Qingyu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He pursed his lips slightly and looked at him lying there, his heart slightly heavy and astringent.
I clenched my fists while clenched, and I couldn't lie down.
If he meditates and practices, it may be nothing, but he is sleeping peacefully at this time. If he gets sick from freezing, he is afraid that it will be another trouble.
They are now running away, and the perverted rival Feng Xiaoxun may be able to follow the traces at any time. Di Shiyin recovers one day earlier, and they can be safe one day earlier. Now - it's not the time for her to be angry with him...
Luo Qingyu figured this out and could no longer lie down and quietly came down.
She wore a silk-skinned shirt, and as soon as she got out of the bed, she was in a cold war, and her hands and feet were quickly cold.
She didn't care about it, so she picked up the quilt next to her, walked over quietly, and gently covered the quilt on him-
After doing all this, she had just breathed a sigh of relief, and her wrist was suddenly grasped by a warm hand!