Chapter 1,092 Warming

Ning Zheyan frowned her picturesque eyebrows, and there was a flash of cruelty in her eyes, but she gently pulled out an evil smile at the corner of her bright red lips, and her tone was cold and lazy: "You must have taken a liking to me when you saved me. Isn’t she beautiful?”

After hearing this, the man walked out with the black bowl.

This made Ning Zheyan's eyes become colder and crueler, but the evil smile on the corner of her lips was as alluring and beautiful as the mantha pearls blooming in hell.

I don’t know what kind of soup the ugly man gave Ning Zheyan to drink. After drinking it, Ning Zheyan fell asleep again. But this time when Ning Zheyan woke up, it was already late at night. Through the windows made of wood pulp and paper, I could only vaguely see the shadows of the trees outside being swayed left and right by the wind.

Scratching the windows, making sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

But this was not the main reason why Ning Zheyan woke up. He woke up from the cold this time.

It was freezing cold outside, but it wasn't much better inside the house. Even the quilt where he slept had no warmth at all. It was as cold as iron, making his whole body feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Ning Zheyan should have been accustomed to this kind of coldness for more than ten years. People with anemia always have a slightly cold body temperature.

My body is not hot, so naturally there is no warmth in the bed.

He used to sleep in a fire pit instead of a bed in winter. The kang was made of white marble or black jade, with a hollow center connected to the chimney. As long as a fire was lit, the steady stream of heat would flow along the white marble or black jade. The ink jade radiates out, and even if you don't cover yourself with a quilt, you will still feel warm when you lie on it.

Naturally, the fire pit was not accessible in the temporary wooden house that Mu Jin built for him in Meiyuan, but at least silver charcoal was burning in the house, which was very warm and completely different from the temperature outside.

Ning Zheyan's strength also recovered a lot. Although it was so cold that even his hands and feet were a little stiff, Ning Zheyan still lifted the quilt on his body and groped his way out of bed.

I found a tinder box on the window.

Ning Zheyan looked at Huo Zhezi's starlight, which spread with a slight but hot temperature on Ning Zheyan's face. Ning Zheyan smiled very gently.

Then those hands with icy muscles and jade bones, as smooth as jade, threw the Huozhezi to the quilt on the bed.

After all, it was a quilt made of cotton, and it was probably filled with enough cotton, so when Ning Zheyan watched the sparks turn into as bright and blazing as the fireworks he saw the night he left the palace, Ning Zheyan The smile in her eyes became more and more enchanting and beautiful.

"It's finally warm." Ning Zheyan threw the flaming quilt onto the cold ground, and stood aside to warm up comfortably.

The tightly closed main door was soon opened, and the sky-reaching firelight illuminated the appearance of the ugly man more clearly. The curling fireworks rose, which actually made the look in the man's eyes a little blurry. I wonder if he was angry when he saw this scene? Or furious?

Ning Zheyan slowly rubbed his flawless hands in front of the fire, and said lazily but innocently, "I am a little cold."

There was a smile on his lips, but his expression was clearly repulsive.

You can even see that there is no warmth in his narrow eyes, and they are full of coldness.

A quilt is the most important thing for a poor family. No matter how cold it is, the poor family will not burn the quilt to keep warm, even though it is really warm at this time.

However, the ugly man turned around and left without saying a word. After a while, he came in with a bucket of water with a thin layer of ice, smashed the ice, and extinguished the burning flames.

There was only a little spark of fire left in the house that was originally filled with flames, but soon the spark was lost in the cold water, and the room was once again plunged into darkness.

Just listen to the "puff" sound of water scattered on the fire, and the burnt smell of burning quilts.

The man pushed open the closed window to let the smoke in the room disperse, but the cold wind blowing in was like a knife scraping against the dry and cold skin.

Ning Zheyan's standing body was like a weak willow, as if the wind blew his whole body up into the air effortlessly, and then fell down hard.

"Cough cough cough..." Ning Zheyan began to cough violently, and every sound seemed to kill Ning Zheyan.

Under the night, the pain and paleness on Ning Zheyan's face could not be seen by that ugly man, but his coughing sound was like the last struggle of a dying person, making people feel heartbroken.

The man walked directly to Ning Zheyan and held Ning Zheyan's shoulders that were shaking due to violent coughing. Ning Zheyan frowned in disgust, and then he felt a warm air flow pouring into his body, spreading all over his body. It spread throughout the body and spread out in all directions.

That kind of warmth is like the spring sunshine shining on your body, warming every cell and every hair of your body, making you very comfortable.

His cold limbs were slowly recovering and becoming more energetic, just like everything that comes after winter and spring.

The violent coughing gradually improved.

"I didn't expect you to have such profound inner strength." This was the first thing Ning Zheyan said to the man when he stopped coughing.

This man actually pumped internal energy into his body, making his originally weak body slowly recover, and even his tone of voice was no longer so haggard.

"Do you know me?" Ning Zheyan's sharp-jointed fingers tightly grasped the coarse cotton clothes on the man's body. Her body, which was originally unable to stand, straightened up like a tall poplar in the mountains. Usually standing in front of a man.

"Are you unable to speak, or do you not want to speak?" The man did not speak, so Ning Zheyan asked again: "Or are you afraid that if you speak, I will guess your identity?"

"You shouldn't have such an ugly face with a figure like yours, so this face should be fake." Ning Zheyan tightly grasped the man's clothes and slowly moved towards the man's face along his shoulders. Move up.

The skin on the man's neck was still delicate, but when it came to his face, the skin became rough.

"You wear this fake face even when you sleep, don't you feel uncomfortable?" Ning Zheyan's lazy and cold tone, like a nighthawk in the desert, makes the pores on the whole body stand up, and a wave of An unreasonable shiver ran down his back.

If you have ever seen an eagle peck off a person's flesh piece by piece with its sharp beak, you will understand how penetrating Ning Zheyan's current tone is.