Di Shiyin, who was in a coma, suddenly trembled slightly all over. The pink skin that she wiped originally turned into a light blue color, and his body was slightly curled up, as if he could not bear the cold. If you look at the search, www
Feng Qingyu stretched out his hand to touch it and was speechless.
Damn it, he’s not just showing off, is he?
So hot and cold!
It was as hot as a stove just now, and now it's like an ice pimple...[
Feng Qingyu looked up at the sky. It was really inhumane to let a child of seven or eight years old take care of such a critically ill patient!
You can use sea water to rub your body to cool him down, but what about warming him up? What should you use?
She pulled him towards the fire. Now that she had recovered most of her strength, it was naturally much easier to do this.
Then he wrapped him in a thick blanket, leaving only two nostrils exposed for breathing.
After being so busy for a while, she tried his breathing again. His breath was hot, but his whole body was still cold, especially his hands and feet, which were more like ice cubes.
After a while, his breath became weak again, and his breathing was intermittent, making Feng Qingyu's heart begin to swing with his breathing.
She squatted beside him and looked at him worriedly, feeling the inexplicable panic in her heart.
Will he die?
She had never considered this issue before. He had always been extremely powerful in front of her, and she had never thought that such a person would die one day. Now, looking at his increasingly weak breathing, she became a little scared.
No matter what, she doesn't want him to die!
She decided to take off the blanket, got in, and got directly into his arms, her little arms wrapped around his waist...
His waist was very thin, but after all, her arms were short and she couldn't hug him, so she simply pressed her whole body against him like a koala.
Then, using the mysterious power of Mo Yun, circles of faint red light emerged from her body, directly covering his entire body, using the original fire of the phoenix to warm him...
This source of power directly acts on the human body, penetrates directly into the body of Emperor Shiyin, and dissipates the cold for him from the inside out...
Half an hour later, Di Shiyin was forced to sweat profusely by her origin fire, and finally stopped shivering from the cold.
His bluish complexion and body surface temperature gradually returned to normal.
His intermittent breathing gradually calmed down.
Feng Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. He shouldn't be dead now, right?
Using this kind of phoenix origin fire consumes a lot of energy. Feng Qingyu was a little tired, so she simply curled up in his arms and rested for a while.[
Then she opened her eyes and was about to get out of his arms. Suddenly her waist tightened slightly and she was hugged by his arms. She was startled. She raised her head sharply and met his dark eyes. His eyes were extremely dark.
Deep, like a vortex under the stars, it could suck her whole body in.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she opened her mouth and was about to say something, when Di Shiyin spoke hoarsely: "Don't talk, let me hold you for a while."
Feng Qingyu: "..."
Both of them were covered in sweat. They were so sticky and uncomfortable hugging each other, okay?
Besides - why is he holding a lolita to satisfy his craving?!
She struggled outward again, but he held her tightly and refused to let go, his eyes brighter than the stars: "Qingyu, you are reluctant to let me die after all, are you?"
Feng Qingyu looked at him with wide eyes, and her pink and tender mouth curled up: "Of course, if you die, won't half of my ginseng fruit be wasted in vain?"
Emperor Shiyin: "..."
"Hey, uncle, can you let me go?" Feng Qingyu felt uncomfortable being held by him like this.
Di Shiyin Black Line, why does she always like to call him uncle?
"Qingyu, be good and call me master." He was greedy for the warm little body in his arms and couldn't bear to let go. It wasn't about lust, it was just that he couldn't let go of this warmth.
Master? Feng Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, should she call him master?
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