The cold was quite cold, Qiao Luo's face turned blue, and his lips as light as water were trembling.

Looking at her embarrassed look, Long Beijue was filled with heartache.

When the words came to her, she wanted to scold her but was reluctant to let her go.

Now it is more important to go back to the wooden house and let her take a hot shower first.

Long Beijue picked her up with strong arms, full of explosive power.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Luo looked up at him, and his hoarse voice betrayed her weak state at this moment.

"Joe Yuan called you?"

Long Beijue ran away without saying a word.

The cold wind whizzed past her ears, making Qiao Luo's face hurt.

Suddenly, a low-magnetic voice rang above the head, "Don't look up, hide your hands in your jacket."

His unique tenderness is always so unintentionally and implicit.

Qiao Luo bent his lips, turned his head and buried it in his arms, and his hands tightened his arms around his clothes.

Hurry back to the wooden house, Long Beijue rushed straight to the bathroom.

Put Qiao Luo in the bathtub, Long Beijue put hot water, turned around and went out to get her clothes.

The whole person is like a spinning top, constantly stopping.

The warm water gradually overflowed her body, eased her frozen limbs. Qiao Luo lay on the edge of the bathtub, a little drowsy.

"Luo, don't sleep for now." Long Beijue walked in, piled up his clothes and blankets aside, and then helped her change the wet clothes on her body.

Qiao Luo half-squinted his eyes and raised his hand in cooperation.

They are all husband and wife, so she has nothing to be bothered with.

It was not the first time that she had helped her wash her hair. Long Beijue had already gained experience and gradually became proficient in his movements.

After a while, Long Beijue took the shower and helped her wash away the foam on her body.

He reached out and pulled the towel, quickly wrapped around her, then took the blanket and wrapped it in another layer.

Without caring about cleaning up himself, Long Beijue hugged her out of the bathroom.

When he walked to the bed, he lifted the quilt and quickly put her into the quilt.

There is no heating installed on the wooden house, and even if the doors and windows are closed, the room is still not warm.

Long Beijue pulled the quilt and covered her with his fingertips, touching her forehead, "Wait for me here."

Qiao Luo was so sleepy, but he was not by her side, and she couldn't fall asleep peacefully.

She grabbed the quilt and her eyes were on the other side of the bathroom.

Long Beijue didn't dare to delay her because he was worried that she was alone outside. In less than ten minutes, he took a shower and came out.

After changing into a clean casual outfit, he walked out while wiping his hair.

Seeing her sleepy and strongly supporting her, her cute expression suddenly hit his heart.

Throwing down the towel, he walked to the bed in two steps.

He lifted the quilt and crawled into the quilt, reached out and pulled her into his arms, and touched the back of her head with Qingjun's big hand.

The thin lips were opened lightly, and the low voice was extremely gentle. "Where did you hit me at home? Is it a headache?"

Qiao Luo nodded, his nose was filled with the fragrance of shower gel on his bodies.

"Why don't you call me? It's winter, the lake is so cold and it's frostbite?"

He was scolding his words, and his big hand covering the back of her head betrayed his heartache.

Long Beijue rubbed the back of her head with gentle movements, "Is there a serious headache?"

Qiao Luo shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "After hitting his head, my head hurts a little. I was afraid that it would happen again suddenly, so I ran out."

It doesn't matter if you hurt her, you're afraid of hurting the people at home.
Chapter completed!