Fast Travel: Forced to flee after refusing to love a brain villain

When the mist is poisonous, the body's hypothermic state lasts all night.

Jiang Guo had already fallen asleep with strong willpower, but was woken up again in the middle of the night.

Her lips were as pale as a two-day corpse, and she didn't even turn her head.

Jiang Guo: "Barrel, I'm so cold..."

[…] This is the first time the system has seen Jiang Guo look miserable.

Although she usually has a bit of a tongue, but after all, she is okay with herself.

The system was silent for a while, and even the electronic sound was softer than before.

[Host, don't worry, you won't die, you are an important supporting role, even if you are going to die, the time of death will be very late. 】

Jiang Guo's lips trembled, looking very pitiful.

Jiang Guo: "No, I mean, can you come out and warm my feet?"

【…】Hehe, what is it doing with her? Isn't this woman's nature obvious enough? ?

Seeing that the system ignored her, Jiang Guo felt very boring again.

How can I survive this long, cold night?

Before Jiang Guo could sigh, the door creaked open, and Qiao Jing entered with a hand stove in his hand.

"General, you are awake!"

He was very pleasantly surprised, and put the stove under the quilt for her, and put the back of his hand on her forehead, with a concerned look.

Although the hand stove was warm, it was still not enough. Jiang Guo looked up at Qiao Jing's worried look, stretched out her hand from the quilt, and grabbed Qiao Jing's wrist.

Qiao Jing practiced martial arts and subconsciously wanted to do it, but he suppressed this thought before doing it.

"General, what's the matter with you? But is there any discomfort?"

Qiao Jing's hands were very warm, even a little hot, Jiang Guo was like someone who had walked in the snow all day and night and finally touched the burning firewood.

"Jing'er..." She shouted with difficulty.

This was the first time Jiang Guo called his name, and Qiao Jing froze for a moment before realizing that she was calling him.

He held Jiang Guo's hand.

"General, I am here with the general."

Jiang Guo's hand was like an ice cube, and the place where he touched the back of his hand soon lost all feeling.

Is this fog so powerful?

Qiao Jing couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Jing'er, ask someone to tidy up a room for you. Don't come here for a few days. If this sickness is passed on to you, your body will not be able to bear it."

She is already like this, and she is still worried that he will contract the same disease...

Qiao Jing couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but in the past ten years, no one had cared about him so much.

Why, is she really lustful enough to throw her life away?

Qiao Jing held her hand instead, and gently touched Jiang Guo's cheek, which was still like ice.

If she doesn't do something, maybe she really won't survive tonight.

"General, please sleep, I will always be with the general..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and gently pressed his cheek against Jiang Guo's, and moved his fingers slightly down to touch her sleeping hole. Jiang Guo quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

For a moment, Qiao Jing felt that his face was going to freeze, so he sat up.

Looking at Jiang Guo's pale face, his thoughts changed slightly.

Forget it, she was poisoned only to save him, and he should take care of her.

What's more, it's in his best interest for her to live well, so his efforts are not in vain.

Convincing himself, Qiao Jing stood up, took off his outer robe and put it aside, and then the belt around his waist. After taking off the four layers of outerwear, there was a water-red soft silk inner garment as thin as a cicada's wing.

Pressing his white fingers against the tie, he paused slightly.

After a while, there was an extra layer of water-red tulle on the railing, which was gently pressed against the white robe, making the pure white color even more gorgeous.

Qiao Jing gently hugged Jiang Guo, feeling the coldness from her quickly spread throughout his body, and the rosiness on his face faded immediately.

It was so cold, she couldn't use her internal strength yet, and she didn't even groan.

He pursed his lips, moved Jiang Guo's head to his chest, exerted internal force on his palm, and wisps of hot air penetrated into her body along her back.

If someone told Qiao Jing in the past that one day he would waste his internal energy to keep others warm, he would have scoffed.

But this night, he worked hard all night, and the internal energy in his dantian was almost exhausted.