The warmth that belongs to him, just like this, is approaching him step by step.
"You're back?" Feng Lingche didn't speak for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.
Wen Yang squatted beside him, the worry in his eyes was clear, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why didn't you go to Mengxian Tower with Mr. Jiang and the others?"
She found the company after asking Ping Dai.
Pingdai said that the dishes had been ordered and she would just wait for them to arrive before they could start.
Wen Yang knew that it was normal for someone like Feng Lingche not to go with them, but she didn't expect that he would just sit in the office without turning on the light.
"No."
After Feng Lingche finished speaking, he placed his eyes on the white gloves worn by Wen Yang, "What is this?"
Wen Yang followed his gaze and lowered her head, "Oh, these are Tencel Ice Thread Gloves tempered by Phoenix Nirvana. This can prevent fire poison from hurting others."
It was only after she accidentally burned the valuable table in Feng Lingche's home that she remembered that there was such a treasure in the corner of her gossip bag.
Feng Lingche held her hand, and even through his gloves, he could feel the warmth coming from her hand.
He gently took off his gloves with a very pale look in his eyes, "You don't need to wear them in front of me from now on."
Although it is called Tencel Ice Thread, the material of the glove is actually not comfortable. It is shockingly cold in the hand and feels like a dead branch.
With Feng Lingche, she really didn't need this thing to physically cool down, so she put the Tencel gloves into the Bagua bag, "Then let's go."
She took a few steps and found no movement behind her, so she turned around in confusion.
However, I found that Feng Lingche, who was just like an ordinary person, suddenly exuded a trace of cold air from all over his body.
Frost quickly formed on my eyebrows, and my face became almost transparent. Although I tried my best to endure it, the pain of being immersed in the cold poison was no less than using thousands of sharp knives to attack every inch of my body at the same time.
But Feng Lingche was so painful that his pupils were dilated and he remained silent, making Wen Yang extremely anxious.
She hurriedly ran to Feng Lingche and held his hand, her dark pupils filled with heartache, "How are you?"
The surging spiritual power was flowing along the hands held by the two of them, but for some reason, there seemed to be a restraint in Feng Lingche's body that was repelling Wen Yang's spiritual power. The two forces collided, making him suddenly shake.
Spit out a mouthful of blood.
Wen Yang's expression changed now, "How could this happen?"
Obviously I have detoxified Feng Lingche according to the method mentioned in the book, why doesn't it work?
Could it be said that his illness this time was due to the Yin Yang Ice and Fire Curse?
If this is the case, then the restriction that excludes her just now makes sense. The solution to the Ice and Fire Curse is special, and ordinary spiritual power will only accelerate Feng Lingche's poisonous hair.
But they are not married yet, so how can she sleep with him easily?
Just when Wen Yang was in a dilemma, Feng Lingche had already fallen out of the wheelchair in pain. He was curled up on the ground, his black hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and every part of his internal organs was frozen by the cold poison.
Signs.
Even the blue-purple blood vessels under the skin began to turn into a long silver-white line, spreading towards the heart.
Wen Yang's heart skipped a beat, and when he was about to unbutton his cheongsam, his hand was suddenly held by Feng Lingche.
"...No." His weak voice escaped from the corner of his lips, but Wen Yang heard it clearly.
"Now I... won't touch you."
Feng Lingche wiped the blood stains on his lips with his sleeve. With just this movement, he broke out in pain and sweated again, and his body fell uncontrollably towards Wen Yang.
Wen Yang couldn't bear it anymore and was pushed to the ground by such a tall and tall man.
The two of them were close to each other, and she could almost feel his firm texture and his increasingly violent heartbeat.
But this simple action caused the methamphetamine in Feng Lingche's body to boil faster, and her throat suddenly became extremely hot.
My body actually reacted after being exposed to the warmth!
Feng Lingche's pupils froze, and he subconsciously wanted to push Wen Yang away, but accidentally touched her hot red lips.
At this moment, all his sanity suddenly collapsed! He finally couldn't bear it anymore, put his hand around the back of her head, and kissed her hard with his ice lips.
Wen Yang's eyes widened in shock, and she subconsciously pressed her hand against his chest. She immediately remembered the poison in his body and resisted pushing it away.
As the two came into close contact, Wen Yang spent a lot of spiritual energy in the ghost gate to protect Su Rao's burned tendons and gradually repaired them, and his body temperature slowly returned to a normal state.
Although Feng Lingche didn't say anything, she could feel from his gradually relaxing state that he didn't seem to be in so much pain anymore.
But he didn't let go of Wen Yang, and the overbearing kiss gradually became gentle.
The fine pieces fell on Wen Yang’s face.
"I will be responsible for you." Feng Lingche's voice was hoarse than before, with a borneol texture and a magnetic sound.
Wen Yang blinked, climbed out of his arms, and helped Feng Lingche sit back in the wheelchair.
She didn't say yes, but she didn't mean to be angry either. She put her warm hand on Feng Lingche's wrist.
After a few minutes, his expression became very solemn.
Wen Yang replied, "If you're right, your cold illness should occur once a week or so, right?"
Feng Lingche pondered for a while, "Yeah."
Wen Yang stared at the length of the silvery white line on the inside of Feng Lingche's wrist and frowned, "If the calculation is correct, if the attack occurs three more times and the ice line attacks your heart, you will be completely poisoned and die."
What she said was rather vague, but to put it bluntly, he had to have sex within three weeks to save his life.
How could Feng Lingche not understand? His eyes fell on Wen Yang's face, his dark eyes bottomless, "I will come to the company tomorrow to sign an agreement."
Wen Yang didn't expect that he would suddenly say such a sentence, and she didn't understand it, "What agreement?"
A smile flashed across Feng Lingche's eyes, but her voice remained calm, and she spoke clearly, "Marriage Agreement."
Wen Yang: "!!!"
"Don't you regret it?" Not only did she not feel shy, but her expression looked vaguely expectant.
After they get married, they can have sex! In this way, she can regain her former immortal body as soon as possible and ascend to the gods to settle accounts with her master.
Feng Lingche looked at her for a while, and suddenly began to wonder if the woman in front of him didn't know the meaning of having sex at all.
Seeing that he was silent, Wen Yang thought he regretted it and was about to ask again.
Feng Lingche interrupted her first, "Let's go to Mengxian Tower and go back early after eating."
Wen Yang: "..."
……
Mengxian Tower.
Luo Li smelled the aroma of hot pot and felt so hungry that her chest pressed against her back.
He couldn't help but rub his stomach and complained, "Why haven't these two, Mr. Feng, come yet? I'm going to starve to death."
Lu Zhen sat on the other side of him, turned his head and glanced meaningfully at Luo Li, "Didn't I just buy you a strawberry cake? Are you still hungry?"