【Son, are you back? 】
Sijiu tried to poke the system, but the system did not respond, it seemed that it had not come back yet.
Sijiu touched his chin, lost in thought.
The wind from the balcony blew through the hall, brushing Sijiu's eyebrows and eyes, like a pair of gentle hands.
"Qi Yan?"
The "wind" became more agitated, lifting Cheese's long hair and brushing against her cheek.
Si Jiu narrowed his eyes and tried to grab something, but there was nothing to grab between his fingers except coldness.
There was a tiny whirlwind wrapped around her fingertips, as if responding to her, and as if there were countless thoughts and words that she wanted to tell her.
It's like one hug after another filled with grievances.
But she felt very cold.
"Qi Yan... you..."
What should she do with a "person" who can't see, hear or touch?
What happened to Qi Yan's dimension? How did he find this world?
Son, if you don’t come back, I’m going to die.
Because it was really too cold.
As these thoughts flashed through her mind, the "wind" that had just been extremely fierce suddenly calmed down, and then she was free.
"Qi..."
There was the sound of a door opening at the entrance, followed by footsteps.
"Your Highness, I'm going back..."
The words "Charles" stopped abruptly. His Highness leaned back on the sofa, his eyes red.
My throat tightened, and my emotions surged uncontrollably, even my voice became hoarse.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
Si Jiu shuddered and said with chattering teeth: "It's cold..."
Only then did "Charles" realize that her face was extremely pale and even her lips were a little purple.
"I'll get you a blanket." he said hurriedly.
"……come over."
Charles paused.
His mind told him that it was not a good idea to go there now, but his body had already moved towards him honestly.
As soon as he reached her, she threw herself into his arms.
The icy wind that was swirling around her body finally retreated, but it lingered unwillingly around her earlobes and the back of her neck.
Si Jiu was extremely annoyed, and her tone became particularly coquettish and bossy: "Can you hug someone? If not, let Ah Yu do it instead."
"Charles", who was still stiff and at a loss because of being thrown into her arms, suddenly became angry when he heard this. He put one hand around her waist and the other hand on the back of her head, pressing her in his arms in a very strong and fitting posture.
He closed his eyes and silently exhaled a long breath, "Your Highness, please don't provoke me."
The wine steward was happy.
As expected, it's the same person. Look. This sentence sounds so familiar.
If it weren't for that brat Qi Yan clinging to her too tightly and almost freezing her to death, she really didn't intend to provoke Charles.
Of course, her provocation and "Charles'" provocation are completely different concepts.
She thought she had no distractions, but "Charles" might be a storm.
He gritted his teeth: "Don't recruit me..."
"I just want to borrow your warmth." Si Jiu said, and quietly put her two cold claws into his lower back. She breathed a sigh of comfort because of the warmth she felt.
Little did she know that her face was now buried in his chest.
This breath almost took half of Charles' life.
"I think you're really bad!"
It was obvious that the speaker was speaking these words one by one through gritted teeth.
"Well... a lot of people say that," she said nonchalantly, "so does that disgust you?"
"You can be even worse."
He suddenly lifted her chin, bent down and kissed her: "Sorry~"
Your Highness, I don’t want to endure it anymore.
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