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The purple pupil fell asleep, and Weiyang quietly shielded her from the cold wind.

The night in the depths of the Northern Wilderness was as calm as last night.

On the back of the Burning Sky, Luo Jia carefully hugged the body of the purple disciple, and his heart was just beating fast and fast.

She didn't dare to look at him, and she couldn't help but want to see what his expression was, and wanted to guess if he saw what she had just done quietly, just when Luo Jia was full of confusion, the purple disciple had already spoken.

"You're too tired so much, let me lie down on my own."

He was in her arms, he could clearly hear the sound of her heartbeat, very impatient, she had a very faint smell, not a fragrance, but a fresh smell similar to the new leaves or young grass, since it was such a winter night, it also gave people a feeling full of life.

Zitu has never been so close to a woman, his only memory is his mother, but his mother died when he was very young, so he no longer remembers the smell of his mother, but the softness and warmth on Luo Jia's body made him think of his mother freely.

From his perspective, just in time to see her chin and lips.

Luo Jia's actions just now, in fact, he saw it.

Even, when she took the last sip of wine for him, the purple disciple was already sober.

Zitu didn't know that Luo Jia was kissing him, in the chaos, he just thought 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, and he secretly thought in his heart that the novelty of the taste.

Then, the purple disciple felt that his thoughts were too dirty.

She was his partner and friend, and in order to make him comfortable, he had been holding him for two days and two nights, but he was thinking about that kind of thing to her in his heart, and he felt that this was blasphemy against her.

Therefore, the purple disciple offered to let her let him go.

Although Luo Jia was also a little cramped and nervous, her concern for him naturally overpowered those other emotions.

"Purple Pupil said, you can't move now, or it will affect the bones." For fear that he would be embarrassed, she didn't forget to raise her lips and smile at him, "I'm not tired, it's warmer to hold you like this." ”

The purple disciple looked at her little face that was frozen red, and remembered that she was only an astrologist and had never practiced martial arts, and his heart became more and more reluctant.

"Are you cold?"

"It's okay, it's not...... It's cold. ”

"Reach inside."

"Ah......h

"Your hand, reach under the quilt of your robe, it will be warmer."

"Oh."

Luo Jia moved her hand from outside him, reached under the robe, and carefully supported his body.

The broken bones hurt very much, but they were very warm, her arms were wrapped in the cold outside, and he could still feel it through the clothes, so it would be better to hide under the robe.

The clothes on the purple disciple's body were not thick, because he was a fellow martial artist, and his body was strong, even if he returned to Beizhou, he didn't wear too thick robes, and she supported him like this, as if she was holding him.

What was she thinking?!

Luo Jia's face flushed.

"Are your hands still cold?" Purple disciple asked.

"Ah...... No...... It's not cold, it's much better. She blushed and couldn't speak, her voice so low that it was almost blown away by the wind.

"That's good."

Zitu's voice was very wooden, but there was some indescribable joy in his heart, and he was very happy to be able to do something for her.

"How far is it from Xizhou?"