Lan Ting saw his unhappy expression, but his tone was helpless, "There is no pot stove in the cave, and there is no fire, young master, forgive me!" ”

"Water ......"

In Beichen's arms, the purple pupil whispered again.

Lowering his face, looking at her chapped lips, Beichen raised his hand to bring the water bowl to his mouth, took a small sip into his mouth, and felt that the water temperature was getting hot, before he bent down, put his lips into her lips, and slowly crossed the water into her mouth.

Everyone on the side turned their faces and looked away.

Where did the purple pupil know, but felt water enter her throat, and swallowed it naturally.

Take a sip of water, warm it with her own body heat, and feed her, one at a time, Beichen repeated this action until she closed her lips and fell asleep quietly again, and then he returned the water bowl to Lan Ting.

In the distance, one of the miners' men suddenly sneezed heavily.

The purple pupil seemed to be alarmed, and his body moved a little restlessly, Beichen's gaze immediately looked at him sharply, he didn't speak, but his angry eyes already said everything.

Lan Ting stood up and made a gesture to the man, the man immediately covered his mouth and nose, and walked lightly to the cave outside, where did the other people dare to stay here, in case he accidentally sneezed and coughed and startled the purple-eyed girl, the young master was angry and killed himself, wouldn't it be worth the loss?!

Murong Dongli exchanged glances with the purple disciples, and he also stood up from the ground and cautiously walked to the cave outside.

Beichen didn't pay attention to everyone, just lowered his face to look at the purple pupils in his arms, his gaze carefully swept over her eyebrows, her long eyelashes hanging down, and her small nose wings, which fell on her lips at the most.

Her lips were also stained with a little water, which shone slightly in the light, and looked soft and seductive.

He slowly bent down, and several times when he crossed the water for her, he couldn't help but want to kiss her.

Seeing that he was about to kiss, he suddenly raised his face again.

She needs to rest now and shouldn't bother her.

Licking his lips, Beichen looked away, noticing the sleeve rolled up by one of her arms, he frowned in displeasure, carefully reached over and helped her pull the sleeve up, his fingers touched her fingers, feeling the coldness of her fingertips, he frowned again.

Raising his hand to tear open the belt of his clothes, he took both of her little hands straight over, stuffed them into his chest, carefully removed her boots covered with snow and blood, and wrapped her tightly in his arms with his own robe, and then tightened his arms again.

In his arms, the purple pupils' hands and feet were slowly warming, and the originally pale little face was gradually dyed with a healthy flush again.

Long.

The sleeping purple pupils finally woke up, opened their eyes, and saw a soft white.

It is not glaring like snow, but it is a very comfortable white.

The texture is smooth and warm, and it has a firm hardness, and you can hear what sounds clearly in your ears.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

That's, the sound of a heartbeat?!

Her eyes widened suddenly, and then she realized that she was in the arms of a man.

His shirt was torn, and her whole body was pressed against his chest, and from her vantage point, she could clearly see that the man's fair skin rose and fell gently with his breathing, and her palm was on the man's chest, and her fingertips were next to the small pink.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and there was no clothing to block it.