Wen Xiaoyun's hands are very cold, his shoulders are very cold, and his cheeks are also very cold, hugging each other, just enough to resist Yin Nuo's faint feeling of heat.

He just wants to grab more, indulge deeper.

But the more he grabbed it, the heavier his breathing became.

At one point, he even felt like he was back at the bottom of that deep well. Once again, he was designed by the Wen Xiang Sect to be a deadly secret medicine.

He only wanted her, just more.

In the dark, he does not distinguish things, and he is unconscious.

Wen Xiaoyun in her sleep felt more and more suffocated. The mouth and nose are as if they are blocked by something, and the body is even more heavy as if it has been suppressed by a ghost.

She gradually developed from an instinctive struggle to a struggle to the death.

Finally she opened her eyes suddenly, and finally broke through all obstacles and straightened up. I didn't want to get a heavy blow to my forehead immediately.

"Hmm..." She covered her sore forehead, only to feel that the Heavenly Spirit Cover was almost shattered.

It took a long time for her to open her eyes again, but it was pitch black in front of her.

Wen Xiaoyun rubbed her forehead, only then did she realize that she was still in the cabin.

Instinctively, she reached out and fumbled to see if the wall of bedding she had piled up was still there.

She was so depressed before, maybe it was because the futon bed collapsed and pressed her underneath.

But after touching it like this, she realized that the bedding wall was really gone.

She was a little panicked for a moment, and slapped her hands on her body a few times. But I touched those long-lost bedding on my body. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out that she was too cold in the middle of the night to tear down the wall and wrap it around herself.

But before she could relax, she discovered another, even stranger thing.

Yin Nuo, who was lying on the other side of the wall, disappeared.

Wen Xiaoyun hurriedly stretched out her hand and groped around Yin Nuo's position a few times, but it was really empty.

Wen Xiaoyun's drowsiness suddenly disappeared for the most part.

What is Yin Nuo doing here?

"Yinnuo?" She screamed tentatively, only to be answered only by her own echo.

Wen Xiaoyun's hands are very cold, his shoulders are very cold, and his cheeks are also very cold, hugging each other, just enough to resist Yin Nuo's faint feeling of heat.

He just wants to grab more, indulge deeper.

But the more he grabbed it, the heavier his breathing became.

At one point, he even felt like he was back at the bottom of that deep well. Once again, he was designed by the Wen Xiang Sect to be a deadly secret medicine.

He only wanted her, just more.

In the dark, he does not distinguish things, and he is unconscious.

Wen Xiaoyun in her sleep felt more and more suffocated. The mouth and nose are as if they are blocked by something, and the body is even more heavy as if it has been suppressed by a ghost.

She gradually developed from an instinctive struggle to a struggle to the death.

Finally she opened her eyes suddenly, and finally broke through all obstacles and straightened up. I didn't want to get a heavy blow to my forehead immediately.

"Hmm..." She covered her sore forehead, only to feel that the Heavenly Spirit Cover was almost shattered.

It took a long time for her to open her eyes again, but it was pitch black in front of her.

Wen Xiaoyun rubbed her forehead, only then did she realize that she was still in the cabin.

Instinctively, she reached out and fumbled to see if the wall of bedding she had piled up was still there.

It was so suffocating before, maybe it was because the futon bed collapsed and crushed her underneath.

But after touching it like this, she realized that the bedding wall was really gone.

She was a little panicked for a moment, and slapped her hands on her body a few times. But I touched those long-lost bedding on my body.