Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Ruan Ruan sneezed twice and wrapped the quilt tighter around his body. His exposed hair was obviously damp. He took off his soaked shoes, socks and outer shirt and threw them on the ground. His little feet, which were red from the cold, went to the quilt again. Li shrank, still cold.

After running a certain distance, she began to pant. His hands almost supported her movement in the second half of the journey. After finally seeing the door of the house, she became even more discouraged. She grabbed hold of him and panted hard, telling him that she needed to rest for a while. .Later, a servant held an umbrella and he carried her back. Even now, her legs are a little sore.

She moved to the edge of the bed with the quilt, picked up the hot water on the low cabinet next to the bed, her hands were warm, she couldn't help but sniff after two sips, the red rope on her ankle was soaked and stuck to her skin. It was very uncomfortable, so she let go of one hand to touch it, but was reluctant to put down the tea cup with the other hand.

She wanted to untie it, but after groping around in the quilt, she couldn't find any knots or openings. She felt a little strange, so she put the tea cup down and searched for it with both hands.

Ruan Ruan lowered his head and pulled the red rope around his ankle. The stretched out feet and even the round toenails were slightly pink with coldness. Under the light, the red rope was completely integrated, and no joints could be found.

She frowned and pulled harder, "What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and she was startled, hearing a familiar voice, "Why are you scaring me, husband?"

The movements of his hands stopped, and Ruan Ruan complained to him like a baby.

He appeared quietly, with no sound of opening the door or footsteps, as if he suddenly appeared in front of her. Ruan Ruan raised his head, his black hair was still dripping with water, and the water droplets hit the ground along the hair, and his clothes The hem of his robe was soaked and dripping, and soon a small puddle formed around him.

There was no expression on his face that was stained with water. When he looked at her, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and the black color of crow feathers reflected in his pupils, which seemed to be thick under his eyes, making him feel inexplicably cold.

He looked straight at her, his eyes a little cold, and wanted to ask again. Ruan Ruan ran down from the bed, took a dry handkerchief and put it on his head, wiped the water drops on his face, and asked again. Rub the hair from the top to the ends, "I don't know how to wipe it, and I don't have to change my clothes, so I won't be afraid of catching the cold!"

Originally Ruan Ruan had no intention of wiping it for him, but he just stood there without knowing he was wiping it.

Song Shi looked at her slightly pouting lips, and heard a clear voice in his ears. His bare feet were directly on the ground, red with cold, and he picked her up and said, "Remember to wear shoes when you get out of bed."

He picked her up and strode to the edge of the bed, put her down, squatted beside the bed, covered her feet with his warm hands, and warmed her with his body temperature.

He was almost soaked but his body temperature was still warm.

Ruan Ruan looked at his expression, covered his head again with the towel in her hand, smiled at him and defended in a low voice, "Actually, it's already so cold that I can't feel anything." So it didn't get any colder if I walked barefoot. .

"Isn't the hot water ready yet? I'm almost freezing to death."

"It has already been sent in."

Song Shi let go of her hot feet, pinched the base of her toes before leaving them, picked her up again, "Wash them together."

There were a few more clothes on the screen, the overfilled bathtub overflowed with water, and the sound of water splashed on the ground.

After a while, someone walked out of the screen. Their hair was wet and dripping. Song Shi hugged her, and the hands around her neck were a little weak.The bedding had been changed, and she turned her back to him while he wiped her hair. Her eyes were wet, and her cheeks were flushed with heat.