In a drowsy state, Lin Weixu was woken up several times, but each time he briefly regained a little vague consciousness, and soon fell into a coma again.

Lin Weixu didn't sleep well, and he had some bad dreams intermittently during the period.

By the time she woke up, it was late at night.

Lin Weixu heard the sound of the fire stand outside the camp being blown by the wind and crackling the sparks, the movement was not very big, but it knocked on the eardrum one after another, so that she had to wake up.

There was a very light medicinal fragrance spread around his body, and Lin Weixu didn't like it very much when he smelled it.

Lin Weixu frowned and slowly opened his eyes, his half-constricted eyelashes were hazy and obscured his vision, and after a while, Lin Weixu finally got used to it a little.

She breathed slowly, slowly sat up from the couch, stared at the faint lamp on the side of the bed in a daze, and after a long time, finally remembered something.

Lin Weixu's heart seemed to be grasped by something, he blinked his dark and cold eyes, and walked his tent with a straight gaze, but he didn't find anything wrong.

It was as if the embrace she fell into, the smell she smelled, was just an illusion of her own.

After a moment of lowness, Lin Weixu suppressed his uneven thoughts, supported his weak body, and forced himself to stay.

Lin Weixu put on the cloak that was put aside and walked out.

She was going to summon the generals to the council and find out what was going on outside.

However, what he didn't expect was that Lin Weixu had just raised his hand to open the curtain of the tent, and Leng Buding bumped into the person who was about to go inside.

Without warning, Fu Su appeared within striking distance of her.

The person in front of him was dressed in a battle robe, his body was erect, just like the cold and distinct face outline in his memory was covered with a faint layer of frost, his jaw was lowered, and his deep blue eyes looked down on her.

The strong spiritual breath quickly stimulated Lin Weixu's perception, making her tense all over, and her blood seemed to be boiling, as if a flower that was about to dry up suddenly got nutrients.

The wind mixed with sand swept over, but it was blocked by his tall and straight body standing at the door of the tent, and he couldn't choke Lin Weixu at all.

Obviously it was still the end of winter, Lin Weixu's fingers that were holding the door curtain tightly were trembling, and a little cold wet sweat oozed from his palms.

Lin Weixu looked up at him, and somehow, the tip of his nose was slightly red, like a rabbit twitching.

Lin Weixu gasped in a low voice, feeling a little uncomfortable and unprecedentedly dependent.

But Su stood there looking at her, motionless.

Lin Weixu felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, and he couldn't care about etiquette, righteousness and shame, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his head slightly, gasped, and made a voice with some difficulty, and told him: "Fusu, I'm cold and need you to hug me." ”

Fu Su's expression finally changed slightly, he stepped forward to pick up Lin Weixu without saying a word.

Lin Weixu was fragile and stuck into his arms for a moment, his two hands tightly wrapped around his neck, and the fingertips on the warm back of his neck curled up a little.

She let Fu Su carry her back to the bed, feeling that Fu Su was going to put her down on the bed, Lin Weixu hugged his neck even tighter, refusing him to let go of himself.

Fu Su paused, hugged her on his lap, wrapped his arms around her steadily, pursed his cold and thin lips, and lowered his head to touch Lin Weixu's cheek.