The big red robe, which usually looked very unpleasant to the eyes, suddenly became softer and more pleasing to the eye at that moment.
Ximenchu's eyes passed over the background where Feng Luo was only wearing a thin white coat, and his heart ached, "Come back to the fire quickly, it's cold by the window!"
Turning to look at her, Feng Luo's eyes flashed with a touch of unnoticeable joy. When Yiyan came back, he naturally sat on her left side, blocking the cold window for her.[
He picked up the bowl he had found and poured a bowl of soup for her.
Holding the blanket with one hand and catching the hot old bowl with the other, Ximen Chu was about to say thank you when his nose itched and he sneezed.
"Ah sneeze!"
Looking at her pale face from the side, Feng Luo could not hide the distress in his eyes.
The luggage had already been taken away by two horses. He could still use his internal strength to dry the wet clothes, but she could only wear the wet clothes and shiver. If she continued like this, she would catch the cold.
Watching her finish the bowl of hot soup in several mouthfuls, Feng Luo finally couldn't bear it any longer and opened his arms. He gently brought the blanket and hugged her back.
At first, his arms were very loose and he didn't feel any resistance from her. Then he tightened his arms and hugged her whole body, and at the same time, he used the energy in his body to warm her.
In Ximenchu's view, his closeness was not offensive.
The palms of the two people overlapped, and his palm was big and warm.
Through the blanket, she could clearly feel the excitement coming from his body. Leaning her hand on his chest, she could hear his rhythmic heartbeat.
That feeling was like sleeping in my father's arms when I was a child. It was extremely reassuring, but it also had a strange emotion that made people blush and feel their hearts ache.
Shrinking in his arms, she just lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him, for fear that he would penetrate her thoughts.
The heartbeat in my ears suddenly accelerated.
Ximen Chu raised his face with some worry and looked at Feng Luo, "What's wrong with you?!"
"This is a normal reaction of exercising!" Feng Luo's voice was a little dry, "It's okay. If you are tired, just take a nap!"
Ximenchu nodded slightly, leaned his face against his chest again, and suddenly raised his head, staring deeply at Feng Luo's face.