The purple kite gradually sank to the bottom of the icy water, and its outstretched hands tried to grasp something with all its might, but it hung down in vain. Her body seemed to be bound by wisps of invisible thread, and a pair of hands dragged the thread and pulled her down desperately. In order to prevent the bone-chilling cold from pouring through her mouth and nose, her throat had almost contracted to the point where she could not breathe or scream.

Help, help......

"Smelly girl, I'll tease you! Don't make a fuss, get up, don't scare me! I—I can't swim! Come, quick, grab my hand—" Seeing that this was not right, the "beauty" was so anxious that she stamped her feet on the shore. Seeing the purple kite's painful struggle, he also began to feel the depth of the pool, so he could only step on the shore and reach out to her.

The feeling of gradual lack of oxygen in her mind made Purple Kite's eyes chaotic, and she looked up numbly as the moonlight sprinkled on the water floating above her head, so white that it was as white as her face at the moment. It's weird...... It was a strange feeling, and there seemed to be an endless stream of water surging in the body, surging and agitating, like a roar of the waves. The purple kite carried its true qi, and a black mist barely appeared on its hand, but it was quickly blocked by the torrent in its body.

Why is this happening? Purple Kite's brain went blank, and she only felt the water in the pond begin to flow down her throat into her spleen and stomach, and it hurt like a pinprick in a pin. It's a dead end......

"Stinky girl?"

The "beauty" opened her eyes wide, and saw that the purple kite slowly stopped fluttering, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and under the moonlight, she also had a down-and-out beauty.

"Falling snow?"

With a question, Mo Siyu's gaze in the pool water suddenly froze, and instantly approached him like a blue breeze with a familiar fragrance.

"Don't be a nerd!" When the "beauty" fell into the snow and reacted, the light blue figure had already "plopped" into the water and fished out the purple kite from the bottom of the pool. She was unconscious, leaning limply against Mo Siyou's chest. The pool water had just reached her shoulder, but the biting coldness was pervasive. Mo Siyou put one hand around her waist, and landed ashore with the other hand with the force sent by the falling snow.

"Is the stinky girl okay?" Luoxue watched Mo Siyu put the purple kite on the ground, frowned worriedly, and put her palm on the purple kite's shoulder, and a ball of glowing white light flowed into the purple kite's body. Her face was red from the cold, but her lips were pale, and she could hear her teeth chattering.

"Miss Mo?" Mo Siyu patted her face when she saw this, but she didn't wake up, her two sword eyebrows frowned, and she kept squeezing her abdomen with her hands. She spat out some water, but her breathing was still faint. Mo Siyou had no choice but to lift the back of her head slightly, pinch her chin with one hand, and give her mouth air mouth after mouth. His warm breath flowed down his lips and tongue into her throat, warming her body and heart.

"Ahem......" The purple kite's breathing eased suddenly, her eyes were still closed, but she felt coldly curled up, trembling all over.

Mo Siyou breathed a sigh of relief, picked her up, walked quickly to the house, and said to Luoxue: "Go and boil some hot water!"

"Uh, good!"

The purple kite curled up in his arms weakly, and faintly heard his steady heartbeat. She still seems to have the dream that she doesn't want to wake up, the swaying hot spring water, the wide and warm chest, everything in this world is silent, only the sound of the heartbeat lingers forever.

Huh? Is it......

The candlelight lit by the falling snow and the charcoal fire began to warm the thin hut in the snow, but the water-soaked clothes still wrapped the purple kite's body with the snow vapor, so that she could not warm it at all.

Mo Siyou put her on the bed, and she trembled, her face was pale and there was no blood. He tore off the wet coat wrapped around her and threw it aside, only to see a half-hidden spring light pouring out of her snow-white chest in front of his eyes.

Mo Siyou was unconsciously stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that a certain part of the dust in the depths of his memory was also pulled away, allowing him to see some familiar scenes. But after a moment, his eyes became cold again. The light in his eyes was as cold as the sky at the moment, and he moved away from her, but he leaned over and pulled the quilt over her, and then he put his hand in and untied the wet clothes inside for her.

When his burning fingers accidentally touched the cold skin on her lower abdomen, her body trembled as if she had a sensation, and a faint mutter came out of her mouth. He paused, squinting at the purple kite's face, if she could wake up now and take care of herself, he wouldn't have to be so troublesome. If it weren't for the fact that she fell into the water in front of his door, and the falling snow was the culprit, he wouldn't have bothered to care so much.

However, the purple kite only muttered a few times, and her breathing became heavy again, and the whole person was still in a daze, and there was no sign of waking up.

Mo Siyou pursed her lower lip, and there was a hint of helplessness in her lazy gaze. For him, who has never taken care of anyone, it is a trouble to have such a girl lying on the bed.

"The pool is not deep, so why ......" Luo Xue Leng leaned over to the bed and said to herself.

Mo Siyu stood up, letting the wind blow in from outside the door stirring his robe, even though he knew he couldn't feel the excess cold. He pursed his lips and said in a light tone: "The water is cold in winter, and it is easy to cramp. ”

Luo Xue realized with annoyance that she had ignored this stubble, and when she thought back to the scene just now, the more she thought about it, the more scared she felt. If Mo Nerd doesn't come back in time, his elm brain will cause a big sin!

"Wipe her with a hot towel. Luo Xue looked at the purple kite's uncomfortable expression with guilt, and handed the towel scalded with hot water to Mo Siyou.

"......" For some reason, Mo Siyou's mind instantly flashed the "beautiful scenery" of her half-exposed breasts, paused, then turned around, and said, "I'll call the maid in the house to come and take care of her." ”

"It's so late, where can I find someone?" Luo Xue shrugged her shoulders disapprerovingly, and after a while, she realized that something was wrong, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Mo Siyou with her eyes. "What are you afraid of? You're saving her, not taking advantage of the opportunity. Hehe, but if she really minds, then you will be responsible for others. It just so happens that I'm still worried, just like you idiot, I'm afraid I'm going to beat a bachelor for the rest of my life......"

"Less nonsense. Mo Siyu coldly interrupted Luoxue's words, "It doesn't matter what others say about me, but she's a woman, and it's not good for her." ”

"You decent sour rot can be put aside. Is reputation or health important?This is cold, and if you don't take care of it well, you will fall to the root of the disease!" Luo Xue glared and stuffed the towel into Mo Siyou's hand. "If you want to help her, you can make up your own mind. Originally, I was looking for you to warm a pot of good wine today, but now it seems that tonight is not the time. I'll come back to you next time I make good wine. ”

When Mo Siyou looked back, the falling snow had turned into a ball of white light and disappeared, and the door was closed by the way. The room was empty and quiet, except for the sound of burning charcoal in the incense burner, which flowed with the fragrance of spices. He looked at the shivering purple kite wrapped in the quilt, sighed softly, soaked the towel in hot water again, wrung it out and wiped her cheeks and neck for her. That's all he can do. But for some reason, he suddenly felt that this scene was so familiar, as if in a forgotten time, he heard a drop of water falling into the hot spring pool water, making a "ding dong" sound, and then stumbled through time and space for hundreds of years to attack him now.

He frowned, hesitantly brushing the messy strands of hair from her face, trying to see her little pale face, which was sunk between the three thousand green silks. But as soon as his finger touched Purple Kite's face, she grabbed it and used it to stick it to her cold cheek, as if coveting the temperature of his palm.

A shiver flashed in Mo Siyou's eyes. The cold qi in her body was transmitted into her body through the palm of his hand. That's what it is...... Is it cold? He had never had the opportunity to know that a person's body was so cold to the bone.

When he came back to his senses and tried to withdraw his hand, the purple kite turned over uneasily and pillowed on his hand, and the eyebrows that had just been crouched into a hill gradually became calm. Mo Siyou looked at her face and unconsciously fell into a trance. The delicate eyelids like the closed scallops quietly nurture the brilliant black pearls inside. He remembered the light in those clear eyes, brighter than pearls, unstained with dust.

Maybe it's because I've been walking in the rivers and lakes for too long for more than 20 years, and I'm used to seeing those hypocritical and pandering faces, and even killing each other for a little benefit, and I've not seen such simple eyes for a long time, so when she looked at him with such smiling eyes, his gaze paused for a moment.

I don't know when the candles went out, and there was an undisturbed silence in the room.

After a while, only the sound of her even breathing could be heard in the room.

Mo Siyou had no choice but to sit quietly by the head of the bed. The night was already very thick, but he did not feel sleepy, and his deep eyes were open motionless, staring at the window lightly, but it did not seem to be just looking at the window. The moonlight was already obscured by dark clouds, and the wind and snow were raging outside the window, hitting the window and making a whimpering sound. He listened to the sound, and finally closed his eyes gently, as if to hide the sourness that surged for that moment, and the Adam's apple rolled twice in his neck suppressively.

On such snowy nights, he would always remember what his master had said. That year, when he was found on the stone platform of the mountain cliff, it was also snowing heavily. As a baby, he was crushed by the snow, but his face was as usual, and a loud cry came out of his mouth. Since then, he has not been afraid of the cold. The master said that it was because he was born with a special physique, so he practiced on weekdays, and he improved much faster than other disciples, and praised it greatly. The eyes of the other disciples were envious and jealous, but no one could see what he was thinking.

If he could, he would rather his body be able to feel cold, because when his body is cold, his heart may not be so cold.

The cold light of the snow, through the window, reflected his sleeping face, and quietly outlined a strange dark red flame pattern on his forehead......