Looking at Song Yizhi, who was huddled up in a cloak and blanket, Shen Zheng's eyes became more and more worried.
Why is the little princess so afraid of the cold?
Song Yizhi tried hard to adapt to the coldness, and then when he looked up, he saw two pairs of worried eyes.
Seeing the deep worry on the faces of Feng Changchang and Shen Zheng, Song Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm really fine."
After all, I have ice spirit roots, but this power is too icy and cold. I am not used to this too cold power for a while. I just need to take some time to calm down.
"But..." Shen Zheng looked at Song Yizhi's sickly pale face and swallowed back the words that came to her lips.
"I am a Binglinggen after all, just give me some time to adapt." Song Yizhi said gently.
Although Shen Zheng and Feng Changchang were worried, they had nothing to do but look at Song Yizhi eagerly.
"Dong dong dong."
Shen Zheng stood up and opened the door.
After a while, a tall figure appeared in the house.
Song Yizhi lazily raised his eyelids to take a look, then drooped his eyelids and curled up into a ball.
Rong Yueyuan's figure flashed directly to the soft couch. Looking at Song Yizhi who was about to shrink into a ball, he bent down and stretched out his hand, and his warm palm fell on her forehead.
The coolness coming from his palm made Rong Yueyuan frown slightly.
Feng Changchang and Shen Zheng went out with great discernment.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Rong Yueyuan raised his hand to build a barrier.
"What's wrong?" Rong Yueyuan asked as he bent down to sit down, and then placed his warm palm on Song Yizhi's face.
Not only was his forehead shiny, but his cheeks were also cold, as if a cold wind had been blowing for a while.
Song Yizhi gently rubbed her cheek against Rong Yueyuan's palm. The too warm temperature made her feel a little attached to it.
"Fifth Elder." Song Yizhi shook off the blanket and took off his cloak, then got up and hugged Rong Yueyuan.
When Song Yizhi rushed towards him, Rong Yueyuan felt as if he was hugging a piece of ice. Even through several layers of clothes, he could still detect Song Yizhi's unusually high body temperature.
"I don't know either." Song Yizhi hugged Rong Yueyuan tightly, absorbing Rong Yueyuan's body temperature.
Rong Yueyuan put his arms around Song Yizhi's waist, lifted her up a little, and then let her sit sideways on his lap.
Afterwards, Rong Yueyuan took Song Yizhi's wrist and checked her physical condition.
My body is as normal and there are no problems.
But it doesn't make sense if he is so cold without spiritual protection.
The coldness in the branches seems to be emanating from the inside out.
But there is really nothing wrong with her body.
Song Yizhi raised his hand, and his ice-like hand fell on Rong Yueyuan's neck.
Rong Yueyuan was shivered by the cold, but he did not run away. Thinking of Song Yizhi's special situation, he asked, "Shall I use my spiritual power to help you warm your body?"
"I think it might not work." Song Yizhi said.
Listening to Song Yizhi's ordinary voice, Rong Yueyuan was really at a loss what to do for a moment.
No problem can be found during the examination, and the person looks fine, but the body temperature is very low, as low as an ice cube.
"It stands to reason that since you have ice spirit roots, it is normal for your body temperature to be low, but is this too low?" Rong Yueyuan's warm voice sounded.
"That's it." As he said that, Song Yizhi placed his hands that were not warm enough on Rong Yueyuan's face.
His slender hands could barely cover half of Rong Yueyuan's face.
The skin under the palm of his hand was delicate. Song Yizhi rubbed it with his hands, which seemed to be wiping away oil.
"Zhizhi." Rong Yueyuan's helpless voice sounded. He gently grabbed Song Yizhi's hand and pulled it away.
Song Yizhi hummed twice, "Isn't it possible?"
"Okay." Rong Yueyuan's gentle voice was filled with helplessness.
Now it's normal, there's nothing wrong with it, I'm just a little embarrassed.
"Go to bed, go to bed, I want to hold you to sleep!" Song Yizhi said confidently.
Rong Yueyuan responded, then picked him up and walked to the bed.
When Rong Yueyuan took off his outer robe and sat beside the bed, Song Yizhi pounced on Rong Yueyuan's back like a hungry tiger.
The warm temperature continued to spread through his clothes, and Song Yizhi felt like he was alive.
Rong Yueyuan laughed helplessly, then pulled Song Yizhi's hand away, turned around, hugged her in his arms and lay down.
After a while, Rong Yueyuan found that the little girl was wrapped around him.
Taking advantage of Rong Yueyuan's body temperature, Song Yizhi felt that the breath he exhaled was no longer so cold.
Rong Yueyuan curled his arms around Song Yizhi, and then used him as a pillow.
"Speaking of which, Fifth Elder, why are you here?" Song Yizhi asked.
Rong Yueyuan said, "According to the information I have, there are several aristocratic families in Liangzhou who are colluding with demon cultivators. I will deal with them."
Song Yizhi responded.
Rong Yueyuan was afraid that Song Yizhi would be too preoccupied, so he added, "But there's no rush. I'll wait until your body temperature returns to normal."
Song Yizhi curled his lips and said with a smile, "Are you afraid that I will be angry?"
"Yeah." Rong Yueyuan responded, "After I became a Taoist couple, I spent most of my time dealing with those people, and I really don't have much time to give you. I'm sorry."
In this regard, what I did was really not good.
"You didn't do anything wrong, why are you apologizing?" Song Yizhi patted the man's back, "Who doesn't have time to be busy? Besides, we are monks and we often stay in seclusion for decades or even centuries. How can we say this?
"
"I don't know how!" Rong Yueyuan said, "I have never been in seclusion."
Song Yizhi choked.
Forget that this person is not in the ranks of geniuses, he belongs to the rank of being off the mark.
"I'm just giving you an example." Song Yizhi shook his head, "I just want to tell you that I'm not that unreasonable, although I do use strong words sometimes."
Rong Yueyuan was a little itchy from being rubbed by this furry head, so he raised his head slightly and moved away.
Listening to the little girl's increasingly guilty voice, Rong Yueyuan's laughter escaped from his throat, a little deep.
"It doesn't matter, I'll just let you go when the time comes." Rong Yueyuan said.
Song Yizhi narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
The warm temperature made Song Yizhi feel drowsy. She took a nap, and when she woke up, she suddenly thought of something.
"Rong Yueyuan, do you have any temper?" Song Yizhi asked.
Rong Yueyuan thought for a while, "What temper are you referring to?"
"You are always so gentle and distant, even when things happen. You are gentle and calm. I rarely see your mood ups and downs," Song Yizhi said.
"Maybe it's because I've experienced a lot, so it's hard for anything to arouse my mood." Rong Yueyuan replied warmly.
Song Yizhi pressed his face against Rong Yueyuan's chest, listening to his gentle and powerful heartbeat.
Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and touched Song Yizhi's head, and said warmly, "However, my mood has been ups and downs recently. I was very nervous when I confessed my feelings to you, I was very happy when I got your response, and I was overjoyed when we formed the contract.
mad."
Song Yizhi suddenly thought of something.
I am happy because of you and worried about you.
He really did it.
"Although I may not show it on the face, my heart is not as calm as it looks." Rong Yueyuan said again.
It is not shameful to be frank with your lover.
Song Yizhi hugged Rong Yueyuan tightly and said, "I can see it. In fact, you don't hide it well at all."
Rong Yueyuan laughed, he didn't say anything, he just touched Song Yizhi's head.