Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

There is still some distance from the palace to Yuqin palace. As time goes on, the cold wind is aware that Nangong Beibei's body is getting colder and colder.

She even tightly around his neck, in his arms looking for temperature, balderdash voice: "cold wind, cold wind... I don't care if you are Xiao Li, or cold wind, you are my husband, do you remember? We are worshippers. I can break Jingke for you with my sword. You can take me through many obstacles... How can you, how can you forget me... "

Since Liu Qingxuan took Nangong Beibei pills, although Nangong Beibei no longer felt pain in her chest, she felt that her body was getting colder and colder.

Then the head is still not clear, all this, she is unconscious, those words, so directly blurted out.

Nangong Beibei's gibberish is like a baby. It's whispering gently. The cold wind's lips are pursed subconsciously.

She said that whether he was Xiao Li or Lengfeng, he was her husband. She said that she had already married him, but why didn't he have the slightest impression?

Lengfeng stretched out her hand to hold her tightly, but her hand was rubbing her hand, making her feel warm.

But the palm was buckled more tightly by Nangong Beibei. Nangong Beibei's face was so pale, and his lips were still shaking.

"Cold... Cold..."

"Faster." The cold wind gave orders to the groom in a sharp voice. The groom did not dare to be slighted. He raised his whip. The wheels of the car were turning rapidly, and the sound of the horse's hooves was very loud.

"Hold on a little longer and we'll be back soon." Lengfeng hugs Nangong Beibei and is close to Nangong Beibei's face.

He didn't have any other thoughts, just because he wanted to save people.

Nangong Beibei's trembling breathing fell on Lengfeng's face. The heat rubbed against his face and itched, even in his heart.

The carriage stopped quickly. The cold wind took Nangong Beibei out of the carriage and quickly walked towards the mansion. The voice was urgent: "prepare hot water for me immediately and send it to the room. Quick --"

The servant girls and servants in the house see the appearance of Lengfeng and do it according to Lengfeng's instructions. Lengfeng took Nangong Beibei to bed and covered her with several quilts, but it didn't have any effect. She was shivering all the time.

Isn't Liu Qingxuan already taking medicine for her?

How could such a reaction happen?

Later, people prepared hot water for them, and the cold wind told them to go out. If Nangong Beibei suddenly made a sound at that time.

The rest of the servants are sure to have doubts, but the cold wind will not let this happen, so we have to do it ourselves.

Lengfeng helps Nangong Beibei out of bed, takes her to the back of the screen, and begins to undress Nangong Beibei.

Don't open your eyes.

Nangong Beibei is dizzy and can't stand steadily, so Lengfeng has to hold Nangong Beibei's shoulder in one hand and help Nangong Beibei take off her clothes in the other.

In the end, Nangong Beibei was leaning towards Lengfeng, but she couldn't stand steadily. Lengfeng quickly fished Nangong Beibei in her arms to prevent her from falling down.

The finger touched Nangong Beibei's skin, very cool, but the breath of the cold wind was suddenly tight.

Nangong Beibei just wants to find a warm place. She feels that the cold wind is like a big warm stove. She is close to the cold wind.

"Don't make any noise." Lengfeng's throat trembled, but she quickly undressed Nangong Beibei and directly held her in the bath bucket.

The intimate contact of the skin, the cold throat inexplicable stem, the body even faintly dry and hot up.

Nangong Beibei leaned against the edge of the bath bucket, his eyes closed tightly. The face of cangbei was red because of the heat.

Leng Feng wanted to quit, but he came back before he took a few steps. There was no one in the house. If Nangong Beibei suddenly had something wrong, he would be immeasurable.

About half an hour later, the cold wind said to the outside, "let someone send some hot water."

People's movements are also very fast, but they just put the hot water in the door, and the cold wind brought it in. Nangong Beibei has just arrived in Jianguo.

Many people will care about Nangong Beibei. If they are not careful, they will not be able to protect themselves.

In this way, over and over again, all changed a lot of water, Nangong Beibei's body had a trace of warmth, and her consciousness also recovered.

When Leng Feng saw her, she thought it was almost done, so she asked the servants waiting outside the door to step back and call in a servant girl.

He helped Nangong Beibei to put on her clothes and only put on a thin gauze. Nangong Beibei came out from behind the screen with the help of the servant girl.

Body posture is very graceful, cold wind in the body is more strange, even feel inexplicable fidgety up.

After the servant girl helped Nangong Beibei to the bedside, the cold wind said indifferently: "there's no business for you here. Go down first."

"Yes."

The servant girl nodded and stepped back respectfully.

Then, after Lengfeng confirmed that there was no one around, he sat by the bed and asked, "how do you feel?"

"Not bad." Nangong Beibei said with difficulty. When he spoke, his voice was very dry and hoarse, but there were still bursts of pain in his chest.

"Be careful in everything, or it will be like today's situation." Leng Feng said, and helped Nangong Beibei tuck in the quilt.

Nangong Beibei was very warm when she took a very common action. Nangong Beibei reached out and grasped Lengfeng's hand. Lengfeng's action was a pause, but she said: "Lengfeng, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid of your death. I don't know how long I can last. Will you believe me? "

You can be poisoned today. What about after that?

This time, Liu Qingxuan can help her detoxify, but in the future?

With so many intrigues, Nangong Beibei is not sure how long he can go. He is afraid that some things have not been finished.

Life has come to an end.

"What nonsense, what can't die." Lengfeng takes out her hand and covers Nangong Beibei with a quilt, but she refutes Nangong Beibei's words.

"But what if?"

Nangong Beibei asked Lengfeng again. He couldn't answer it. He couldn't answer Nangong Beibei's question, but his face was very cold.

In Lengfeng's heart, he didn't even want Nangong Beibei to die, hoping that she would live well.