The night was late, and the dew was thick.

The cold air of the river hit the hull of the boat wave after wave, through the gaps between the wooden planks, and wrapped around Wen Xiaoyun and Yin Nuo's bodies one by one.

In order to create a barrier wall to avoid suspicion, Wen Xiaoyun piled all the bedding between the two. But I forgot that it is the late autumn season, and there is no foreshadowing, and people can't bear the cold at night.

Wen Xiaoyun only curled up slightly at first, but then unconsciously clenched her arms, still very cold.

In her sleep, she frowned tightly, stretched out a hand, and subconsciously pulled the futon barrier next to her.

At first, she couldn't pull it a little, and she became more and more irritable, until she finally ripped off a large blanket, she quickly rolled around, wrapped herself in it, and her brow was relieved a little.

On the other hand, the situation of Yinnuo is also not optimistic.

Originally, with his body, it was nothing to resist this night. It's just that there are a lot of external injuries in these days, the old injuries are not good, and there are many new injuries, it is when I am weak, and when the cold air of the river invades in the middle of the night, I sleep very unsteadily.

It's just that even in his sleep, Yin Nuo's endurance far exceeds that of Wen Xiaoyun.

He just instinctively hugged his arms and curled up, instead of rolling around and grabbing the quilt.

His good-looking sword eyebrows frowned tightly, resisting the discomfort of his body.

He felt that it was too hot for a while, too cold for a while, a splitting headache for a while, and dizzy for a while.

He is like a piece of duckweed in the cold river, let the wind and waves surge, but he is powerless to struggle.

It's really uncomfortable.

His consciousness grew more and more distracted, heavier and heavier.

The swaying of the ship's planks carried him deep into the sunk.

Between the increasingly difficult breaths, Yin Nuo seemed to be back to the bottom of the deep well of the water lotus.

There is no place to climb, there is not enough air.

Some are just the hot body temperature of the person in her arms, and the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

In the dream, she smiled and smiled, her eyes were gentle, and her red lips were moist.

In her dreams, she is affectionate and extremely sweet. She surrounded him, fighting for what little air was left in his mouth, and gave him a strong desire to survive.

Following the pattern in his dream, he reached out again, trying to take her into his arms again.

Use her to dispel all the chill in your heart.

Between the two heavens of ice and fire here, Wen Xiaoyun's side began to toss again.

It was just a thin blanket, and it didn't take long for the chills to start feeling cold again.

Wen Xiaoyun persistently tugged at the rest of the futon in the middle, but she didn't want to make a mistake, and all the futons fell to Yin Nuo's side.

In his sleep, Yin Nuo only felt that the sky and the earth were instantly dark, and he could breathe

His consciousness grew more and more distracted, heavier and heavier. The swaying of the ship's planks carried him deep into the sunk.

Between the increasingly difficult breaths, Yin Nuo seemed to be back to the bottom of the deep well of the water lotus.

There is no place to climb, there is not enough air.

Some are just the hot body temperature of the person in her arms, and the sweetness between her lips and teeth.

In the dream, she smiled and smiled, her eyes were gentle, and her red lips were moist.

In her dreams, she is affectionate and extremely sweet. She surrounded him, fighting for what little air was left in his mouth, and gave him a strong desire to survive.

Following the pattern in his dream, he reached out again, trying to take her into his arms again.

Use her to dispel all the chill in your heart.

Between the two heavens of ice and fire here, Wen Xiaoyun's side began to toss again.

It was just a thin blanket, and it didn't take long for the chills to start feeling cold again.

Wen Xiaoyun persistently tugged at the rest of the futon in the middle, but she didn't want to make a mistake, and all the futons fell to Yin Nuo's side.

In his sleep, Yin Nuo only felt that the sky and the earth were instantly dark, and he could breathe

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