Xijun's face changed instantly, and he picked her up and walked towards the car under the overpass. Put her in the co-pilot, watching her lie there limply, pale as a piece of paper, his heart was empty. He was afraid that her arm would hurt and wanted to put her position.

He never knew that a person's hands could be so cold, like a piece of ice. He hurriedly touched her face, which was even cooler, as if there was a layer of ice on it, as well as her neck.

Xijun's face turned pale, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone to call his personal doctor Cheng Feng. Then the car drove like an arrow towards the suburbs.

Before the car reached the door of a large villa, the gate of the villa opened automatically, and a polite man with eyes and a medicine box came out of the courtyard.

"What's going on?"

The man with glasses was Cheng Feng, and at this moment he watched Song Xijun walk quickly towards the villa with a lifeless woman with a serious face. also realized the seriousness, suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and hurriedly followed behind with the medicine box. Soon in a room on the first floor began to check on the woman.

"Low blood pressure, low body temperature, fast heart rate, shock. The body is cold, and the skin of the face is red and swollen. Apply ice and a little aloe vera gel. It should be in a cold environment for too long, change into dry clothes, cover a few layers of quilts, hang a drip, and observe at any time. ”

Cheng Feng fully embodies his professional ethics, he is serious and serious when he works, and he speaks a series of professional terms. At this moment, he looked back at the anxious Song Xijun. He had never seen him panic at any time. Despite his surprise, he comforted him.

"It's okay, the symptoms are mild, it's nothing at all, don't worry. After a while, she will be dry/hot, just be careful not to let her kick the quilt. There is a possibility of fever tomorrow, and that is a cold symptom. Out of the way. ”

"You stay today, I can ask you at any time if I have something!" Xijun's gaze never left Wen Qingshui.

The man was even more surprised, as if he had seen something strange. He clearly said that she was fine, and he let him stay there? Didn't he never leave anyone in his villa for the night? But he quickly reacted and didn't ask anything. Just said yes, packed up the medicine box and left the house.

Changing Wen Qingshui's clothes was simply torment for Song Xijun. But it was so late, and Auntie had already gone back. You can't let Cheng Feng come.

He had never had such intimate contact with a person of the opposite sex. Especially when taking off her underwear. Although Song Xijun's gentleman's has been covered with a quilt, her main parts are hidden in an invisible place. But because of this, his hand touched her skin more inadvertently than expected. Her skin was smooth and cold to the touch. Thinking about what he was doing again, his blood was shaking, and he trembled for a while.

If you take off your clothes like this, I'm afraid it will be even more uncomfortable to wear them! Song Xijun really doesn't have the energy and ability to put clothes on her again. I am also afraid that too much contact will make Wen Qingshui even more embarrassed. He had to let her lie in the quilt with **.

At this moment, Wen Qingshui had woken up from shock, but he was too tired and fell asleep directly.

She had a painful dream. In her dream, she seemed to have reached the South Pole and fell into an ice cave, and the whole person seemed to be wrapped in ice water. Then she somehow reached the Flaming Mountain again, and the fire was scorching her, almost roasting her. She subconsciously waved her arms, trying to remove the clothes that were blocking her body. But the whole person was imprisoned. Although she struggled with all her might, the whole person seemed to be as weak as if she had no strength, and she couldn't break free at all.

In fact, Xijun saw her stretching out her arm to lift the quilt, and quickly restrained her. She kept waving and flipping, and he had to hold her down over and over again to secure the quilt.

But what is afraid of something, the more he is like this, the more she struggles. There was really no way, Xijun had no choice but to go to bed and hold her whole person in his arms along with the quilt.

For so many days, he has been asking himself in his heart what kind of emotions he has towards Wen Qingshui, but he has never answered. But today, seeing her dejected appearance, his heart felt uncomfortable as if he was struggling in a pot of boiling water. At this moment, he held her in his arms, watched her gradually quiet down, fell into a deep sleep, he seemed to have been redeemed, and his heart finally settled down.

And now, Wen Qingshui seems to have returned to the first few months of marriage in his dreams. Leng Yueming hugged her in her arms from behind. The whole person is surrounded by happiness. The whole heart is filled with happiness.

Deep in her heart, that lost sorrow seemed to break through the defense line laid by her happiness and pop up again. But she tried her best to suppress it. In this moment of tenderness and happiness, who wants to think of those bad things? It's still rare to be confused! She didn't want to know what that sadness was, she just wanted to keep it in this position and never wake up again.

Although separated by a thick quilt, the woman's slender figure and soft touch have always lingered in his mind when he changed clothes. What he touched, the coldness on her body always reminded him that he should be clear-headed. But at the same time, there was a voice deep in his heart, constantly telling him that the woman he was holding was now in a first-level sleep.

Song Xijun's brain was engaged in a battle between heaven and man. On the one hand, I want to enjoy this beauty all the time, but on the other hand, I despise myself for taking advantage of others. There was also a louder voice that kept reminding him of their identity, their environment, and wanting him to control his feelings.

The hours spent in the torment seemed like centuries.

In the second half of the night, she muttered, and Song Xijun immediately woke up. I saw her frowning, extremely uncomfortable. His face was very red and his forehead was hot.

"Cheng Feng. She has a fever!" Song Xijun unceremoniously called the doctor.

Cheng Feng soon wore glasses and rushed over with his hair a little scattered. In order to show that he solemnly and carefully checked Wen Qingshui for a long time, in fact, at first glance, he knew that Wen Qingshui had a cold attack. But he knew Song Xijun too well, with his personality and how much he now valued this woman. Even if he knew the cause at a glance, he couldn't say it directly, otherwise it would only be understood as sloppy and attract his angry glare.

"I have a cold and a cold, and I have prepared antipyretics. Tomorrow morning, I will ask my aunt to boil some porridge and take medicine, and she will be fine. This bit can also be withdrawn. Be careful not to let her kick the quilt. Don't worry!"

As soon as Song Xijun sent Cheng Feng away, he came back and saw Wen Qingshui turning out of the quilt.

The whole quilt was held in her arms. A slender thigh rests across the quilt. The small / fart / strand of white flower flower and the smooth back are left outside. The scene was so hot that he almost had a nosebleed.

Song Xijun really didn't have the ability to snatch the quilt out, so he had to take another quilt and cover her with his eyes closed. Before he could cover it, Wen Qingshui was churning again. If she was naked/exposed again, he was really afraid that he would not be able to bear it. Quickly turned over and got on the bed, and took her still with the quilt - still two quilts, and hugged her in his arms.

Wen Qingshui had already experienced the coolness, and then stuffed her back, even though she didn't wake up, she was subconsciously very unwilling. That's why it's a lot of commotion.

The glamorous fright just now, Song Xijun hadn't recovered yet, and his heart was pounding. At this moment, Wen Qingshui was writhing back and forth in his arms like a kitten. It was even more provocative that his heart was itching.

is already strong-blooded, and has never gone through personnel. Song Xijun, who has been constantly suppressing his desires with reason, only now understands a little why men are animals who think in the lower body. Calm as he also has times when he can't hold on, let alone others.

Wen Qingshui Xu was very uncomfortable wrapped in two large quilts, and arched into Song Xijun's arms again, closer to him. Her breath sprayed directly under his neck, hot and wet. Her hair rubbed against his chin, soft to the touch, tingling and itchy. At this moment, Song Xijun is realizing that torment can also make people feel pleasant like this.

"I'm thirsty, Leng Yueming, I want to drink water!"

One sentence knocked Song Xijun's whole person into the Ice Age.