Wen Jian finally couldn't control the pain and let out a suppressed cry of pain, and could hardly get up.
But in the end, he relied on his willpower to crawl to that figure, leaned against the cold stone wall with a hiss, and hugged the cold person into his arms. He was afraid of hurting her, and gently wiped it away with trembling hands. The ice and snow on her body made her whole body cold, with only a weak breath hanging. Wen Jian had hugged her tightly, but she still felt so cold on her body.
Wen Jian couldn't care about anything else. She tore the clothes on her upper body in pain, took off Qingzhi's clothes, hugged her tightly into her arms, and pressed her body against his body, which was still warm with a high fever. , and did not forget to put his clothes on her body, and just hugged her tightly, feeling the chill from her body.
I don't know how long it took, but Qingzhi gained some consciousness. She subconsciously hugged his waist tightly with her two small hands, pressed against his warm chest to absorb the warmth, and coughed weakly from time to time.
"Xiao Jian...brother..."
Wen Jian lowered his head and touched her cold little face, rubbed his ears and temples together, gasped and opened his lips slightly: "I'm..."
Qingzhi fell asleep peacefully.
And Wen Jian also gradually fainted from the torture of alternating hot and cold.
About two hours later, Qingzhi woke up slightly in his arms. At that time, Qingzhi only felt that his arms were very warm and warm, which made her reluctant to let go. Only when she opened her eyes in a daze, did she wake up. I found that I was naked and being held in someone's arms, and the person was not wearing any clothes.
Qingzhi was startled and looked up suddenly, only to see Wen Jian's handsome, pale and tired face leaning against the stone wall.
Qingzhi looked at his face blankly, understanding what was coming to him, and didn't know whether to move or not.
She hesitated, trying to take back the two hands holding his waist, but as soon as she did, the man above her head tightened his hold on her slightly. He slowly opened his eyes and saw that she was awake. , the dark eyes seemed to have a touch of brightness, "Qingzhi... you wake up..."
Qingzhi found that Wen Jian's voice was extremely hoarse.
She finally pulled her hand away, only to find that it was covered in blood. It was... the blood on Wen Jian's back.
"You are hurt?"
Wen Jian shook his head gently and said weakly: "It's okay."
Nothing will happen, he looks much weaker than himself.
Qingzhi struggled to get up from his arms, but Wen Jian refused to let her go. He hugged her tightly and said, "Don't move, you can't be sick anymore."
Only then did Qingzhi realize that his body temperature was terribly hot, but in such icy and snowy weather, and he had taken off his clothes, how could he have such a warm and hot body...
There was only one possibility, he had a high fever.
He actually used his body with a high fever to keep her warm.
Thinking of this, Qingzhi's eyes turned red and she couldn't scream. She could only ask him in a hissing voice: "Are you going to die?"
Wen Jian's face was pale and her voice was hoarse, but she still analyzed her rationally: "It's better for two people to be sick than for one person to be sick. Qingzhi, just think that I want to hug you. We are here." Just wait, Susu and the others will always find you."
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(Look, I said I won’t torture you, right? So I’m just waiting for Brother Jian to come home and have his legs broken by Uncle Sheng... Ah, I really like this kind of bloody exciting scene. 0.0...