The paper was folded and she kept it safe.

After doing all this, her heart was relaxed and settled.

She reached out her little hand and touched his forehead.

In the next second, her slender wrist was grabbed by his big palm, and he coveted the softness on her skin, "Cold... Cold..."

There are no extra quilts here.

Xia Xiwan bit her moist lower lip with her thin white teeth, then lifted the quilt, and Xianchen's body slipped into his arms.

Xia Xiwan stretched out her slender arms to hug his slender waist, and pressed her soft self against his cold skin.

After a while, he seemed to get colder.

Perhaps, he won't make it to this evening.

Xia Xiwan looked at his pale handsome face, pursed thin lips, and he was injured and revealed a little sickly weakness, very much like a cold and noble son.

She hesitated, then reached out and untied her clothes, and her little hand reached through his clothes, touching his slender and tight waist...

One warm, one cold.

One soft, one hard.

Sticking to his cold skin, Xia Xi shrunk his moist fragrant shoulders and shivered in his arms.

However, her body temperature burned.

No matter how cold it is, a man and a woman hugging each other is the best way to keep warm.

His body temperature also showed signs of warming, but it was not noticeable.

Since she had decided to save him and decided how to go in the future, Xia Xiwan didn't twist anymore, she took down her slender feather, and her little hand went all the way down his tight waist...

Lu Hanting had a dream.

He walked in the desert, the sun was scorching, his throat was thirsty, and his body temperature was getting more and more scorching.

Suddenly he opened those deep narrow eyes, and he saw the person on his body clearly.

Xia Xiwan sat on top of him, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and the girl's skin exuded a crystal clear luster like jade.

Lu Hanting's deep pupils shrank suddenly, the pride of the sky was like him, and he never thought that he would be her daughter again this day. Wake up.

He rolled his throat up and down, the burning pain in his back and the stimulation given to him by this woman made him quickly lower his eyebrows, stretched out his big palm and pinched her slender waist, "What are you doing?" ”

What can she do, keep him warm.

In the middle of the night when it rained heavily, it was the most difficult, he had a fever of 42 degrees, and his body was as cold as an ice cellar, it was useless to hold him, she could only turn over and generate temperature through the friction of the skin.

This is the most primitive way of heating.

However, it is also the most ambiguous.

If you rub it, it is easy to splash sparks.

Xia Xi's little face was red and white, and her black eyes were intertwined with innocence and charm, which made her look alive.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the man, he had a wound on his back, and the back was cushioned with a high cushion, and the whole person was lying in a lying position.

His handsome face was pale, cold sweat was still breaking out on his forehead, and his curly eyelashes were quietly hanging down on his deep eyelids.

She had the idea of deceiving him.

The world's No. 1 chaebol, the powerful and domineering Lu Hanting, even fell into her hands one day.

Xia Xiwan raised her pretty little face, and then stretched out her little hand and pinched his resolute jaw, "What are you doing?" Yes, of course... Dry. You! ”

“…”

Lu Hanting's eyes sank, he felt that his lips were dry, so he stretched out his long tongue and licked his thin lips, "Say it again, huh?" ”

Xia Xiwan blinked the playful Yu Jie, "If you ask me to say it again, I'm going to say it again, I don't want to lose face?" ”

"Huh." Lu Hanting stared at her faintly, and a low chuckle escaped from his hoarse throat.

Xia Xiwan's scalp is numb, although he is sick, but he has been immersed in the shopping mall for many years, and he is killed, even if he is sick, people dare not violate it.

"I'm kidding you, Lord West, you're warm, I can go down." She's going to climb down.

But Lu Hanting clasped his palm, directly clasped her slender waist and pulled her into his arms.