After more than a while, Luo Qingyu quietly opened his eyes and saw that the light in the room was flickering on and off, as if something was flickering on and off.
Although she was lying there calmly, her ears could clearly hear all the movements in the room, and she could still hear his slight breathing, which was long and distant——
She pretended to be in a daze and quietly turned over, finally seeing Di Shiyin through her eyelashes.
He was wearing a thin snow-white shirt and sitting there, obviously practicing——
It is now the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the climate in Wanling Country is a bit colder. The temperature outside is more than ten degrees below zero.[
Although this room is a more luxurious room, it is not as good as a modern room, which can have heating and so on.
Even if the insulation is good, the indoor temperature is still around freezing.
It was such a cold weather, and he was wearing such a thin middle coat, sitting on a cold wooden couch——
Luo Qingyu's heart sank slightly. His injury had just recovered a little. With this look - could he be suffering from frostbite?
Then he shook his head inwardly. This person was not an ordinary person at all. He was a real god. How could he get sick from the cold like a mortal?
She closed her eyes again, determined not to worry about that idle thought anymore.
Time passed by minute by minute in the silence between the two people.
I don't know why, but Luo Qingyu, who has always been a sleepy person, 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 the magic weapon of sleep - counting sheep.
She counted five thousand in her heart silently, but the more she counted, the more energetic she became, and the more she counted, the more confused she became...
She lay in the same position for a long time, and her body felt a little sore, so she quietly turned over again, opened her eyes slightly, and saw that Di Shiyin was no longer meditating, but was lying on the couch, with nothing covering her body.
He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.
He was tall and the small couch couldn't accommodate him at all, so although his body was lying on the couch, his feet were dragged on the ground, making him look very aggrieved.
Luo Qingyu felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She pursed her lips slightly and looked at him lying there, feeling a little heavy and astringent in her heart.
I clenched my fists under the quilt, feeling a little unable to lie down.
It might be okay if he wears such thin clothes while meditating, but he is sleeping peacefully at this time. If he gets cold and sick because of this, I'm afraid it will be another trouble -
They are on the run now, and that perverted arch-enemy Feng Xiaoxun may follow his trail and find him at any time. The sooner Di Shiyin recovers, the sooner they will be safe. Now - is not the time for her to be angry with him...
After Luo Qingyu figured this out, he couldn't lie down anymore and quietly got down.
She was wearing a satin middle coat. As soon as she got out of bed, she shivered and her hands and feet quickly became cold.
She didn't care, picked up the quilt next to her, walked over quietly, and gently covered him with the quilt——[
After doing all this, she just breathed a sigh of relief when her wrist was suddenly held by a warm hand!