Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Luo Jifeng episode: A man like the wind! (20)

On the sixth day, we finally arrived at Jiuchong Snow Mountain.

It was probably the first time she had been to such a cold place, and she was still breathing into her palms incessantly, wearing a fox fur cloak bought from a herdsman.

There is still one day left, I propose to take a rest here first, and then continue on the road in the evening. [

First, it is convenient to sneak in at night, and second, we really need to take a break to rest our energy.

After all, the current Jiuzhong Palace doesn't welcome me at all, and naturally, she doesn't even welcome her.

This time, she didn't refuse.

I found a familiar cave, sat down with Cao'er, and she took the initiative to fetch snow, brought it to Cao'er's lips, and poured the snow water into it little by little.

In the past few days, Cao'er has also lost a lot of weight.

When catching the snowball, my fingers touched her palm inadvertently. Her hand was so cold that there was no warmth at all.

It seems that it is colder than that snowball.

Looking at her from the side, the upward facing face seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the already sharp chin looked even more pitiful.

Seeing her turn around to leave, by a strange coincidence, I grabbed her palm, dragged it over, and stuffed it between my skirts.

Feeling her coldness through the clothes, I was suddenly startled.

What am I doing, warming others' hands, this kind of thing, I can only do it to Cao'er? !

While I was astonished at what I had done, she twisted her hands twice and found a more comfortable position.

Not only that, she also extended her other palm in even more vigorously, and in the end, she simply got her face into my cloak and stuck it to my chest.

Through the clothes, I can still feel her cold body temperature.

Even so, my body suddenly became hotter and hotter.

"Really, why didn't I think of it before, Luo Jifeng, you are a big natural heater?!"

She twisted her face like a cat, and leaned against me in the most comfortable position. Her tone was not as shy as an ordinary woman should be, but only domineering and natural.

As if, I did this as I should!

This time, I didn't have any anger or complaints. Could it be that I'm used to her overbearing? ! [