She stopped hesitantly, and suddenly remembered the time she had seen him when she was a child. On the way to the North Kingdom when she was imprisoned, Luojia suffered from cold syndrome, which was also the case.
"Don't go, Fangfei, don't go...it's cold, I'm so cold..."
"No, who told you to want to kill me first?" She was a little gloating, but also a little contemptuous, "When you wanted to kill me, why couldn't you hear my begging for mercy? Luojia, go to hell, you deserve to die.
..." She rolled her eyes, "The prince is going to die, and you are going to die too. When you are all dead, the whole country in the North will be in chaos..."
Luo Jia's consciousness was already in a trance, and he couldn't hear what she said at all. His legs twitched a few times again, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
This arrogant tyrant is now like a wild dog at the end of its rope.
Fang Fei was still frightened and was about to leave, but she couldn't help but be curious. After hesitating for a moment, she tiptoed over. She didn't reach out until she was sure he was harmless, then stretched out her hand and grabbed his wrist. His pulse was beating strangely, and it turned out to be cold.
Symptoms of symptoms penetrating into the bones.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, God was wise and saved her once. It didn't matter, this old guy was dead, and she didn't bother to care about him.
She threw his hand away heavily and stood up to leave.
His voice was very weak, and the ferocity just now had completely disappeared, like a tiger with all its teeth stripped out, pitiful: "Fangfei, it's cold, I'm so cold..."
It was this hesitation that caused her to lose the chance to leave. With the instinct of survival, he suddenly jumped up, and he didn't know where he got the strength. He stretched out his hand, dragged her beside him, hugged her tightly, and held her tightly.
It was so imprisoned that she couldn't struggle at all.
Fang Fei was horrified. She felt the hands tightening around her waist, getting harder and harder, as if they wanted to crush her completely and put them into his chest.
She struggled desperately, but to no avail. He was already majestic, and with a will to survive, her body shrank in his arms, leaving no room for struggle.
His soft body was pressed against his arms, but it was still cold, bone-deep. He was completely unconscious, relying on the girl in his arms, as if she was his life-saver: "Fangfei... help me, help me get cotton
Be, make a fire, make a fire..."
"No!"
"Cold, I'm so cold, please help me...my little thing..."
Maybe it was this "my little thing" that made Fangfei stunned. She knew she shouldn't, but still struggled to stand up: "Your Majesty, let me go, and I will help you get on the bed..."
For the first time, he became very obedient. In his remaining consciousness, he obeyed Fang Fei unconditionally. He was half dragged, half pulled, and placed on Fang Fei's wooden bed. The exquisite rug from Persia was spread out, and Fang Fei took out the winter-only rug.
Two thick brocade quilts were put on him. However, it was still to no avail. Sweat was rolling out on his forehead, but it was cold, and his body was also cold. His whole body felt like he was trapped in a big ice cellar.
Roast and bring out the water.
Fang Fei was stunned by this strange sight. It was a doctor's instinct and curiosity. She stretched out her hand and touched his forehead, and the sweat she touched turned out to be like ice. She frowned slightly and was about to turn around, but he was like a tiger.
, stretched out his hand and pulled her with all his strength: "It's so cold to me, so cold to me..." Fang Fei couldn't resist his crazy pulling, and she fell into his arms, and was dragged onto the bed by him.
Fang Fei was horrified and pushed her broad palms hard. She was no longer a child, how could she warm him up like she did when she was a child?
However, these big palms were like a pair of iron chains, tightly tying her, and she could not escape at all. He just kept moaning: "It's cold, I'm so cold..."
"Madman, shameless, let me go... Shameless Beihuang, shameless Luojia, let me go..."
In a daze, Luojia hugged this warm body tightly, not allowing her to struggle away at all. It was so soft, like a ray of sunshine shining on her body, which was the burning heat and energy that life needed most.
The two of them were covered in quilts, and the sky was dark. Fangfei was almost suffocated. She was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak out or call for help. This was completely different from the feeling she had when she was a child. At that time, she was still a child and didn't know how to be shy. But now,
She was already a girl who was almost eighteen years old. She was held by a man and pressed hard against his iron-like chest. It was like she was leaning against a big mountain. She was so small that she couldn't climb over it.