The Marquis's line has ended? The pregnant maid is pregnant again!

The old lady clicked her tongue: "Those young people just like to cause trouble."

Lu Jihan's ears immediately turned red. "I'll go in and check on her first."

After saying that, Lu Jihan strode inside.

Upon entering, one sees the young girl Shen Qinghe lying on the bed, her pretty face pale, and her once full red lips now devoid of any color.

Lu Jihan sat down beside her bed, lovingly and tenderly taking her hand, only to find that Shen Qinghe's hand was icy cold.

It's like having an eternal block of ice stuck to the palm of your hand.

Despite their strikingly similar faces, their paleness and frailty, Lu Jihan felt that the young girl in front of him needed more care.

The old lady originally wanted to check on Shen Qinghe's condition, but Shen Qinghe remained unconscious, and Lin Wanwan was able to clearly describe Shen Qinghe's current physical condition.

The old lady decided to wait until Shen Qinghe woke up the next day before coming to see her.

Fang Yuqing and Linfeng were guarding the entire courtyard.

Inside the room, Lu Jihan was watching over Shen Qinghe.

Lu Jihan, holding Shen Qinghe's hand, inexplicably pressed the little girl's hand against his cheek.

He whispered, "I promise I won't let anything happen to you again."

Lu Jihan wanted to warm Shen Qinghe's hands, but seeing that she hadn't woken up, he placed her hands in his palms to warm them.

Finally, Shen Qinghe's hand temperature improved slightly, and Lu Jihan decided to get up to handle official business.

Lu Jihan had already instructed Lin Feng to move all his folded books into Shen Qinghe's room.

As soon as Lu Jihan stood up, his hand was tightly grasped by the small hand that had been there earlier.

"She's awake?" Lu Jihan was overjoyed and quickly turned around to look, only to find that the little girl's eyes were still tightly closed and her brows were furrowed more and more, as if she was enduring some kind of pain.

Lu Jihan quickly sat back down by the bed to check on Shen Qinghe: "Ahe??"

Lu Jihan was met with a long silence in the room.

Shen Qinghe was like an extremely cold person. At this moment, her pair of icy little hands tightly grasped one of Lu Jihan's large hands and placed it on her cheek.

Lu Jihan then realized that the little girl's hands were cold, and her whole body was probably as cold as ice.

"Ah He, Ah He, let go of me first, I'll go get the blanket."

Lu Jihan coaxed softly, probably unaware of how gentle his tone was, almost tender enough to melt anyone's heart.

To everyone's surprise, Shen Qinghe not only didn't loosen her grip, but instead tightened her hold on Lu Jihan's arms even more.

"Cold...so cold..." Shen Qinghe looked like someone who was about to drown, clinging to Lu Jihan's hand and pressing her whole body against him.

Lu Jihan really couldn't bring himself to shake off the girl.

Lu Jihan's gaze fell on the little girl's wrinkled face.

Shen Qinghe has always been very concerned about her appearance. Ever since Lu Jihan made her a makeup set, Shen Qinghe spends more than half an hour every day doing her makeup.

They are meticulous and would never make such an expression.

Looking at Shen Qinghe's furrowed brows, Lu Jihan knew that the girl must be extremely cold to be like that.

If they just bring over the blankets, firstly, Lu Jihan might not be able to easily shake her off, and secondly, given her condition, Doctor Lin had instructed that she absolutely must not be exposed to the cold.

Lu Jihan could only let the little girl in front of him hug him, and loudly ordered Qing'er and the others outside to quickly go and get the quilt.

Qing'er was already very worried about Shen Qinghe. When she heard no sound from the room while she was in the courtyard, she was almost crying with anxiety. When she heard Lu Jihan's instructions, she ran to the side to get the quilt.

soon.

Almost as soon as Lu Jihan uttered those words, Qing'er immediately took out the quilt and ran to deliver it to the room.

They took three or four quilts. Lu Jihan first told them to go out and close all the doors and windows tightly, and then put the quilts on top of each other one by one.

He carefully observed Shen Qinghe's reaction.

However, even with those three or four quilts covering him, it seemed to be just a drop in the ocean, as Shen Qinghe still wouldn't let go of Lu Jihan while holding him.

Lu Jihan couldn't get away, so he had Qing'er light the charcoal fire in the room.

A warm atmosphere gradually filled the room, but Shen Qinghe, covered by blankets on the bed, was still shivering.

Lu Jihan's eyebrows were almost furrowed together. He first chased the person out.

Lu Jihan stood in front of the bed for a moment, then made a decision: he took off his clothes and pulled back the covers.

Lu Jihan lay down, leaning against the headboard, and pulled the trembling Shen Qinghe into his arms, gently untying the ties of her inner garment with his fingertips.

He used his inner garment as an outer garment to wrap Shen Qinghe tightly in his arms, and then covered her with two layers of quilts.

Lu Jihan had practiced martial arts since childhood, and few in the entire military camp could match his strength. His body temperature was also much higher than that of ordinary people.

Right now, he's the only one who can provide the most direct heat source.

At first, Shen Qinghe was shivering from the cold. But when she realized that the person behind her was a warm body that was constantly generating heat, she immediately wrapped her arms around Lu Jihan's waist like a water snake.

Shen Qinghe's face was pressed tightly against Lu Jihan's chest.

It's simply skin-to-skin contact and the exchange of body temperature.

But the room was too quiet, and Lu Jihan could hear the girl's heartbeat.

Shen Qinghe was like a starving little animal, searching for food everywhere, and wouldn't stay still in Lu Jihan's arms.

Shen Qinghe kept rubbing her face against Lu Jihan's skin, as if trying to absorb all the warmth and heat from Lu Jihan's body.

But Lu Jihan was in great agony at that moment.

The little girl in his arms was soft and tender, yet as cold as ice. The problem was that this ice was still running rampant in his arms.

For Lu Jihan, it was a test of extremes, like being caught between fire and ice.

But there was one advantage: the girl in his arms was as cold as ice, which served the same purpose as Lu Jihan's usual cold shower.

Although he was impulsive and somewhat out of control when he was near her, with a block of ice in his arms, Lu Jihan could restrain his surging thoughts.

The continuous warmth from their bodies passed between their pressed skin, and after an unknown amount of time, Shen Qinghe finally calmed down.

Her cheek pressed against Lu Jihan's heart, the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

-

Shen Qinghe was awakened by the light.

Her first reaction upon opening her eyes was warmth.

From my back to my limbs, it felt like I was being bathed in warm water, enveloped in the sunshine of spring.

She blinked twice slowly, her vision gradually clearing, and what came into view was a man's Adam's apple and jawline.

She froze.

Because the second reaction is that it's hot.

It's hotter than a stove.

Lu Jihan's breath brushed against her forehead, even and steady.

Her head was nestled in the crook of his arm, her face almost buried in his heart.

This spot... is bulging.

Sometime during the night, one of her legs was draped over his, and his other arm was across her waist, his palm pressed against the curve of her lower back, as if to prevent her from rolling off in the middle of the night.

The two were pressed so tightly together that she could even feel his steady heartbeat rising and falling with each breath.

Shen Qinghe's ear tips turned bright red instantly; not only was her forehead burning, but...

She stood there, frozen, and couldn't help but look down. Sure enough, it was quite a sight.

Is it really necessary to do this so early in the morning?!

Military generals are truly different, she couldn't help but think to herself.

Shen Qinghe carefully moved back, trying to pull herself out of his arms, but after only a couple of movements, the arm around her waist tightened and pulled her back in.

The two stared at each other for a few breaths, neither moving nor speaking.

Shen Qinghe saw his Adam's apple bob up and down.

He spoke first, his voice slightly hoarse: "Aren't you cold anymore?"

"It's not cold anymore, but it's a little..." Shen Qinghe looked at him somewhat embarrassedly, her cheeks flushed, and she became unusually shy.

"Sir, you're a little uncomfortable."