Chapter 4266
Hands are really cold.
It's probably because two bottles of water have just been hung up. The temperature is too low.
She attached the back of his hand to her cheek, trying to warm his little hand with the temperature of her skin.
In a slight coma, Gong fan's fingers curled up a little. She thought she woke up and immediately gathered up nervously. However, she saw that he still did not move, his eyes were closed, and there was no sign of waking up.
Cloud poetry disappointed eyes.
How did she forget? The doctor said that there was calming ingredients in the infusion. Therefore, for a while and a half, he would not wake up. He would probably sleep until tomorrow afternoon, and could only be maintained by the infusion of nutrient solution.
Yun Shishi leaned over, kissed and kissed him gently on his forehead, choked, "Gong fan, do you know?"
……
"If, in this world, there is a real exchange of conditions, I'm willing to use my life for you and youyou to live a safe life. You are very important to me, I really Don't want to let go of your hand. "
She pursed her lips, raised her head, and forced back her tears.
She can't cry any more.
If in the early morning, let mu Yazhe and Xiao Yichen see her red eyes, they should worry more than once.
Cloud poetry is so close to the back of his hand, quietly staring at his sleeping face.
……
The next day, Huajin was awakened by the living cold.
The morning wind is the coldest in the morning. Although the windows are tightly closed, the cold morning makes the whole room frost like.
Even though it has arrived at the spring equinox, the weather is still cold and hot in the old days. In the morning, it may be cool in autumn. At noon, it will enter the midsummer. At night, it may usher in the winter.
Therefore, in such a weather, Huajin is going out in a thick coat. If it's hot, take off the coat, if it's cold, put it on again.
However, he obviously missed. The original thin quilt, coupled with such a cold morning, made him wake up from the cold. When he woke up, his limbs seemed to be stiff and shaking unconsciously.
He sat up from the bed, sneezed several times in succession, sniffed, realized that he had a cold, and he had a headache.
The temperature at night, in fact, can adapt, but did not expect that in the morning frostbite.
The clothes are all in the master's bedroom. I don't know if Gong Jie is awake.
According to yunshishi, Gong Jie's rising spirit has been very serious from small to large. I don't know if he would be shocked out of the door by the rising spirit of the great devil if he dived into the bedroom to get clothes.
Think about it and feel scared.
Last night, he went to sleep in a daze. When he woke up, he was temporarily confused. He thought of Gong Jie's strange words and deeds last night, which made him fidgety.
Hua brocade lies down lazily on the bed again and rolls up the quilt. He is so pitifully confined in the quilt. His left foot rubs the back of his foot, trying to use the most primitive way to generate heat by friction.
Damn it, the quilt is silk. I couldn't warm it and the bed sheet all night.
The toes are almost numb with cold.
Huajin's resentment.
He was ashamed that Gong Jie felt warm because she hurried back home with a word.
Now it's him who is suffering.
Why do you want to invite this great demon back.
Isn't it your own crime?
Hua Jin murmured a few words angrily, then closed his eyes and squinted for a while.
It's probably because two bottles of water have just been hung up. The temperature is too low.
She attached the back of his hand to her cheek, trying to warm his little hand with the temperature of her skin.
In a slight coma, Gong fan's fingers curled up a little. She thought she woke up and immediately gathered up nervously. However, she saw that he still did not move, his eyes were closed, and there was no sign of waking up.
Cloud poetry disappointed eyes.
How did she forget? The doctor said that there was calming ingredients in the infusion. Therefore, for a while and a half, he would not wake up. He would probably sleep until tomorrow afternoon, and could only be maintained by the infusion of nutrient solution.
Yun Shishi leaned over, kissed and kissed him gently on his forehead, choked, "Gong fan, do you know?"
……
"If, in this world, there is a real exchange of conditions, I'm willing to use my life for you and youyou to live a safe life. You are very important to me, I really Don't want to let go of your hand. "
She pursed her lips, raised her head, and forced back her tears.
She can't cry any more.
If in the early morning, let mu Yazhe and Xiao Yichen see her red eyes, they should worry more than once.
Cloud poetry is so close to the back of his hand, quietly staring at his sleeping face.
……
The next day, Huajin was awakened by the living cold.
The morning wind is the coldest in the morning. Although the windows are tightly closed, the cold morning makes the whole room frost like.
Even though it has arrived at the spring equinox, the weather is still cold and hot in the old days. In the morning, it may be cool in autumn. At noon, it will enter the midsummer. At night, it may usher in the winter.
Therefore, in such a weather, Huajin is going out in a thick coat. If it's hot, take off the coat, if it's cold, put it on again.
However, he obviously missed. The original thin quilt, coupled with such a cold morning, made him wake up from the cold. When he woke up, his limbs seemed to be stiff and shaking unconsciously.
He sat up from the bed, sneezed several times in succession, sniffed, realized that he had a cold, and he had a headache.
The temperature at night, in fact, can adapt, but did not expect that in the morning frostbite.
The clothes are all in the master's bedroom. I don't know if Gong Jie is awake.
According to yunshishi, Gong Jie's rising spirit has been very serious from small to large. I don't know if he would be shocked out of the door by the rising spirit of the great devil if he dived into the bedroom to get clothes.
Think about it and feel scared.
Last night, he went to sleep in a daze. When he woke up, he was temporarily confused. He thought of Gong Jie's strange words and deeds last night, which made him fidgety.
Hua brocade lies down lazily on the bed again and rolls up the quilt. He is so pitifully confined in the quilt. His left foot rubs the back of his foot, trying to use the most primitive way to generate heat by friction.
Damn it, the quilt is silk. I couldn't warm it and the bed sheet all night.
The toes are almost numb with cold.
Huajin's resentment.
He was ashamed that Gong Jie felt warm because she hurried back home with a word.
Now it's him who is suffering.
Why do you want to invite this great demon back.
Isn't it your own crime?
Hua Jin murmured a few words angrily, then closed his eyes and squinted for a while.