Zi Tong fell asleep, and Wei Young quietly shielded her from the cold wind.
The night deep in the Northern Wasteland was as calm as last night.
On Fentian's back, Luo Jia carefully hugged Zitu's body, his heart beating rapidly.
She didn't dare to look at him, but she couldn't help but want to see his expression and guess whether he saw what she did quietly just now. Just when Luo Jia was full of confusion, Zi Tu had already spoken.
"You're too tired. Just let me lie down by myself."
When he was in her arms, he could clearly hear the sound of her heartbeat, which was very impatient. There was a very light smell on her body, not a fragrance, but a fresh smell similar to newly grown leaves or young grass.
, since it is such a winter night, it also gives people a feeling full of life.
Zitu has never been so close to a woman. His only memory is his mother. However, his mother passed away when he was very young, so he no longer remembers the smell of his mother, only the softness and gentleness of Luo Jia.
The warmth made him think of his mother involuntarily.
From his angle, he could just see her chin and lips.
He actually saw Luo Jia's actions just now.
Even when she gave him the last sip of wine, Zi Tu was already sober.
Zitu didn't know that Luo Jia was kissing him. In the chaos, he just thought that she was helping him to drink. But he still remembered the feeling of her soft lips touching his lips, and his eyes fell on her.
lips, secretly thinking about the novelty of the taste.
Then, Zitu felt that his idea was too dirty.
She was his partner and friend. In order to make him feel better, she had been holding him for two days and two nights, but he thought about such things to her in his heart. He felt that this was blasphemy against her.
Therefore, Zitu offered to let her let him go.
Although Luo Jia was a little embarrassed and nervous, her concern for him naturally outweighed those other emotions.
"Zitong said, you can't move around now, otherwise it will affect your bones." She was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so she didn't forget to raise her lips and smile at him, "I'm not tired, and it's still warm to hold you like this."
point."
The purple disciple looked at her little face that was red from the cold, and remembered that she was just an astromancer and had never practiced martial arts, and he felt even more regretful.
"Are you cold?"
"It's okay, it's not... very cold."
"Put your hand inside."
"ah……"
"Put your hands under your robe and quilt. It will feel warmer."
"oh."
Luo Jia moved the hand that was hugging his body, stretched it under the robe and quilt, and carefully supported his body.
The broken bones were very painful, but very warm. Her arms were wrapped in the cold air outside, and he could still feel it through her clothes. It should be better if she hid it under her robe and quilt.
The clothes on Zitu's body were not thick, because he was a warrior and had a strong body. Even when he returned to Beizhou, he did not wear too thick clothes. She supported him like this, as if she was hugging him.
What is she thinking?!
Luo Jia's face turned red.
"Are your hands still cold?" Zi Tu asked.
"Ah... no... it's not cold anymore. It's much better." She blushed, unable to speak, and her voice was so low that it was almost blown away by the wind.
"That's good."
Zitu's voice was very emotionless, but there was some indescribable joy in his heart. He was very happy that he could do something for her.