What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Temperatures below 35 degrees Celsius indicate severe hypothermia, and at 32 degrees Celsius, the patient begins to experience confusion; if the temperature drops further, ventricular fibrillation may occur at any time.

Upon hearing this number, Su Feiyan, who was by the bedside, instantly lost the scrutiny and frost in her phoenix eyes.

Without saying a word, she grabbed the Ferrari LaFerrari car keys from the entryway cabinet, turned around and walked out, her long, slender legs in black stockings taking very fast strides.

"Old Zhou is resting, I'll drive."

His cool tone was crisp and clear, without the slightest hesitation.

……

The red supercar tore through the silent night of Jianghai, speeding across the elevated road at near-takeoff speed, and crashing into No. 17 Wenlan Road.

Building A was shrouded in a deathly white fog.

A large, hammer-shaped hole had been smashed into the center of the security door, with sharp icicles hanging from its edges, and biting cold wind was pouring out of it.

As soon as I stepped into the living room, a blast of extremely cold air, like the opening of a freezer door, hit me in the face, and the humidity in the air condensed directly into a visible white mist.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of solid ice, and the leaves of the precious green plants on both sides of the corridor were all frozen and brittle, and would shatter into ice shards at the slightest touch.

Little White Deer wrapped the chubby white Persian cat in a large black cloak, huddled in the corner of the sofa, shivering, her big eyes red from crying.

"In the bedroom!"

Bai Xiaolu sobbed as she stretched out her finger.

Lu Li quickly kicked open the half-closed wooden bedroom door.

The room was dark, with only the cool moonlight streaming in from the window.

Ji Hanyue curled up on the hardwood daybed in the corner, her moon-white wide-sleeved dress covered with a thick layer of frost.

Her cascading silver hair fell down, obscuring most of her face. Her exposed jawline was a pale, ashen color, and her once bright red lips were now frozen into a deathly dark purple.

With each extremely faint breath, tiny ice particles were exhaled from his nostrils.

[God-level Five Senses Harmony] and [Grandmaster-level Meridian Perception] started operating with a roar.

In Lu Li's sensory perception, the circulation of Qi and blood in Ji Hanyue's body had almost stopped.

Without the suppression of her Dao Heart, the extremely cold true energy was like a torrent of ice breaking through a dam, freezing her major organs layer by layer, and her core temperature continued to stubbornly decline.

This is not poisoning that can be resolved by conventional medicine; it is an avalanche of meridians in an ancient martial arts master.

All anti-shock drugs and warming blankets are useless in the face of this extraordinary true energy.

The only solution is to use a stronger external active heat source to forcibly protect her heart meridian, while simultaneously guiding the chaotic cold energy back to her dantian along the meridians.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Li ripped off his thick coat and threw it on the ground.

He stepped onto the couch, turned over and sat behind Ji Hanyue, his arms passing under her ribs, tightly encircling her thin and icy body from behind.

The ancient holy body's thick and violent blood and qi were like a furnace that suddenly erupted, and its scalding body temperature pressed hard against Ji Hanyue's frozen back through the thin silk fabric.

The peerless sect leader, who had been in a semi-comatose state, suddenly stiffened violently.

Her pale purple eyes snapped open, a flicker of near-death instinctual wariness and panic crossing her face.

He practiced the Tao of Forgetfulness for a full thirty years.

On Zixiao Peak, apart from wind, snow and vegetation, no male creature has ever dared to step within three feet of her, let alone be so close and tightly pressed together.

"put……"

Ji Hanyue's teeth trembled, and the last wisp of protective true energy in her body instinctively tried to resist and shake Lu Li away.

But her body betrayed her Dao will at this moment.

In the midst of boundless, bone-chilling despair, the warm body that suddenly pressed against me was like the only campfire on a vast, icy plain.

Every inch of frozen muscle was greedily absorbing the continuous flow of blood and heat.

Her fingers went out of control and gripped Lu Li's forearm with such force that her knuckles turned blue and her nails dug deep into Lu Li's strong muscles.

Don't move! If you push me away now, my core body temperature will drop below 30 degrees Celsius within ten minutes, and my heart will stop beating. Even a celestial being couldn't save me!

The sharp inner monologue crashed straight into Ji Hanyue's mind.

Ji Hanyue's violently trembling eyelashes slowly drooped, and the true energy that had been desperately resisting dissipated as if it had been deflated.

She bit her purplish lower lip tightly, turned her head to avoid Lu Li's hot breath, and managed to utter a weak syllable from deep in her throat:

"……Um."

Lu Li took a deep breath and pressed his ten fingers on the key acupoints on her lower abdomen and back. He guided her meridian perception with all his might, and the pure yang blood in his body turned into heat waves, slowly advancing along her eight extraordinary meridians.

Standing by the bedroom doorway, Su Feiyan quietly watched the man and woman embracing tightly on the daybed.

Her hands, hanging silently at her sides, clenched together silently, her meticulously manicured nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms.

She didn't say anything, nor did she step forward to stop them.

Because she clearly heard Lu Li's words, "My heart stopped beating for ten minutes."

That was a gamble between two lives.

Ji Hanyue saved Lu Li in a neighboring city, and Lu Li is now repaying his life on Wenlan Road.

It is perfectly reasonable and beyond reproach.

But rationality is one thing, while the instinctive possessiveness of a woman who is the principal wife is another.

In those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes, a dark current surged, more chilling than the solid ice inside the room.

Bai Xiaolu, holding the trembling Persian cat, tiptoed to Su Feiyan's side, sniffled, and innocently asked with her round little face:

"Pretty sister, is the meal ticket being used as a human heater for Master?"

Su Feiyan didn't even lift her eyelids, her voice icy cold: "Shut up, eat your chicken leg."

Bai Xiaolu pouted sadly, pulled a frozen chicken leg out of her pocket, and whimpered softly:

"The chicken leg... the chicken leg is frozen solid like a metal lollipop, I can't bite it, it's going to break my front teeth."

Time ticked by in the cramped, cold bedroom.

More than twenty minutes passed.

Under the continuous heat and meridian cleansing of the Ancient Sacred Body, the frost on the bedroom floor gradually turned into puddles of dirty water.

A faint layer of life-giving color finally appeared on Ji Hanyue's pale cheeks, and her breathing became long and steady again.

Lu Li felt her pulse was steady with his index finger on her wrist, and his divine sense scanned it to confirm that her core body temperature had steadily risen to the safe level of 35.8 degrees Celsius.

"Sect Master, your temperature has risen, you can relax now."

Lu Li let out a low breath, just about to move his numb thigh to create some distance.

However, Ji Hanyue's ten fingers, which were wrapped around his forearm, were still digging tightly into his flesh, and even her knuckles turned pale from the force.

Lu Li was slightly taken aback and looked down along the arm.

Ji Hanyue seemed to suddenly realize what she was doing and abruptly jumped away from his arms as if she had been burned by a red-hot iron!

She turned around, quickly turning her back to Lu Li, her face buried in the shadow of her messy silver hair.

And the delicate earlobes, which were frozen and bluish-purple just minutes before, are now spreading with an extremely striking deep red color at a visible speed.

Even her long, slender nape was tinged with a layer of scalding rouge.

Lu Li shook his right arm, which had been pressed down and lost all feeling, and stood up by supporting himself on the edge of the wooden bed, stretching his sore lower back.

He let out a long sigh of relief and subconsciously turned his head to look at the woman who had been standing outside the door.

Su Feiyan remained leaning against the bedroom doorframe, arms crossed, looking down at him.

Her face was expressionless, cold and aloof like a lifeless stone sculpture, so still it sent chills down your spine.

Lu Li was about to explain when his gaze swept over her left hand, which was clasped on the outside of her arm, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Su Feiyan's left ring finger, painted a sophisticated burgundy color, broke off at the base.

Just now, when I tried to pinch it into my palm outside the door, it was snapped in two.

A tiny, crimson droplet of blood was seeping from the broken nail bed, clinging to the snow-white, translucent fingertip—a startling sight.

Su Feiyan slowly lowered her arm.

She glanced down at the drop of blood on her fingertip, then raised her phoenix eyes, her gaze passing over Lu Li's shoulder and landing on the ancient martial arts master in the corner of the bed, his back to everyone and his ears burning red.

Finally, her gaze returned to Lu Li's face.

The female CEO parted her red lips slightly, her voice very soft, as soft as a sigh drifting in the melting snow of a night:

"Lu Li, you said..."

"Should I thank her for risking her life to save you, or should I hate her... for using that life to bind you so tightly?"