He had no choice but to be eager to warm her, so he immediately untied his clothes, put them on his body, and hugged her gently. Even though he was still cold, he tried to warm her up.
Only when your body is warm will your heart be warm.
He had been so cold that he was desperate for so many days without any ending nights. This feeling never wanted her to repeat the same mistakes.
"Get out..."
The voice was also weak, losing all his strength, and was too weak to be able to push away even his hugging hand.
Emperor Hongwen reached out and her breathing was hot. She fainted and fell asleep.
He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly fiddled the brazier vigorously.
When I touched her clothes, it was moist. I hurriedly took them off and put them aside. Fortunately, the clothes inside were still dry.
The brazier was bright and the room was much warmer.
She shone her body so warmly and her face turned red.
Even the frozen consciousness came to light.
"Get out...get out, I don't want to see you..."
"Fangfei, please... please..."
After the intense fear, anger, and humiliation, everything didn't matter. She raised her hand and hit him desperately: "Blame you, blame you, you hurt me... you blame you..."
He raised his hand to caress, and the hand was broken. The Xianbei boots she was wearing had been stomped so hard, with blood on them, and the sharp, anti-slip holes pierced through many small holes.
However, the blood was solidified.
He didn't dare to show it, for fear of scaring her. He changed to another intact hand and stroked her hair.
Even if it is pain, it is uncontrollable joy: "Fangfei... hate me, as long as you don't hurt yourself... As long as you are well, you can do whatever you want... Fangfei, as long as you don't hurt..."
The voice was so bleak that I didn't even dare to say the words "as long as you don't hurt it"!
She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe: "You hurt me, you hurt me..."