By the bonfire, Ni Muyao was like a soft cat, lying next to the fire.

The fire had been shrunk by Liu Quan to the point that only a handful of flames were still burning stubbornly, and the rest was swept clean and covered with a thick leather blanket.

Of course, the blanket was provided by Ni Muyao, two leather blankets, one for her and Liu Quan, spread on the ground where the residual temperature was still warm.

Liu Quan had fallen asleep, snoring slightly.

Zhao Wen has been meditating not far away, and Ni Muyao didn't dare to disturb, but she couldn't sleep.

It's also a bit bloody.

Ni Muyao was originally the eldest lady of the Mingxia Chamber of Commerce, and his father was originally a businessman, and once rescued the seriously injured Miss Lin Jiasan in the wild

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