At this time, the scorching sun was in the sky, but he was shivering with cold, and his mouth was unclear: "It's cold, it's freezing to death... Brocade quilt, brocade quilt..."
A piece of grass, where did the brocade quilt come from? There was only him lying on the ground, soaking the green grass all over the ground.
Fang Fei was overjoyed to get the chance to escape. She was about to turn around and run away when a pair of big hands grabbed her ankle tightly: "It's cold, I'm so cold..." The ankle was so smooth, filled with the warmth of the sun, and his cold hands were like
When you get close to the sun, if you exert force, it won't let go.
Fang Fei was pulled to the ground by this big hand. In an instant, she was turned around and held in his arms, tightly pressed against his chest, as if he wanted to suck all the heat from her body.
The wet clothes soon soaked her gauze completely and stuck to her body, making her feel even colder. Luojia was like a crazy beast, hugging him desperately with one hand and tearing at her wet clothes with the other, as if trying to drive him away.
Walking away from all this coldness, he took off the wet clothes on his body in just a few moments. At the same time, he began to stretch out his hand and grab the coldness around him. It was her wet gauze clothes that clung to her girlish curves.
It was such a hindrance. She was terrified, but he was no longer conscious. Everything was just out of the instinct and desire to survive. Soon, a white gauze dress was torn to pieces by him.
Strong fear surged into her throat, Fang Fei's throat rattled, her hands were imprisoned, and she could not resist at all. She could only resign herself to fate, close her eyes, and her pure white girl's body was completely exposed on the grass under the sun.
Like the docile dove, the softest silk, the brightest rose, the most incredible stove - Luojia's body is tightly pressed against the warm female body in his arms, as if embracing a huge sun, and the temperature all over his body seems to be slowly rising.
Ascending slowly, you have to go through the most terrifying moment of death.
His Majesty the Northern Emperor, who was struggling to his death, only hugged - he only hugged and did nothing else, just like the previous few times, as if she was just his human heater and belonged to him alone. Every time he got sick, he would
Hug it like this - as if you were hugging a brocade quilt.
Fang Fei felt a little relieved, but the hug this time was different from when she was a child, and even different from the last hug in the Holy Virgin House.