The unconscious people just shouted that it was cold, and the quilts here were made of pure cotton, although they were warm but very heavy.

Almost out of breath when pressed on his body, Mu Yiwei looked at him with half open lips, and it became more and more difficult to inhale, so he had to pull the quilt down again.

"Brother, how are you? Can you wake up quickly......" Mu Yiwei kept whispering......

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