The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

After another half hour, Luo Qingyu quietly opened his eyes, and saw the light in the room flickering slightly, as if something was flickering on and off.

Although she was lying there calmly, she could hear all the movements in the room clearly, and she could still hear his slight breathing, which was long and distant——

She pretended to be sleepy and turned over quietly, and finally saw Di Shiyin through the gap between her eyelashes.

He was wearing a thin snow-white coat and sat there, obviously practicing——

Now it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the climate in Wanling Kingdom is a bit colder, the temperature outside is more than ten degrees below zero. [

Although this room is a relatively luxurious room, it is not as good as a modern room. It can have heating or something.

Even if the insulation is good, the indoor temperature is still around zero.

In such cold weather, and wearing such a thin coat, he was sitting on a cold wooden couch——

Luo Qingyu's heart sank slightly, his injury had just improved a bit, this look - could he be suffering from frostbite?

Then he shook his head in his heart, this person is not an ordinary person at all, he is a real god, how could he get sick from the cold like a mortal?

She closed her eyes again, determined not to worry about that carelessness.

Time slipped by minute by minute in the silence of the two of them.

For some reason, Luo Qingyu, who had always been sleepy, started to suffer from insomnia. Although she closed her eyes, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

In desperation, she began to use the magic weapon of sleep - counting sheep.

She silently counted five thousand in her heart, but the more she counted, the more energetic she became, and the more she counted, the more chaotic her heart became...

She lay in one position for a long time, her body felt a little sore, she quietly turned over again, opened her eyes slightly, and saw that Di Shiyin had stopped meditating, but was reclining on the couch with nothing covering her body. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

He was tall, and the small couch couldn't accommodate him at all, so although his body was lying on the couch, his feet dragged on the ground, looking very aggrieved.

Luo Qingyu felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, she pursed her lips slightly and looked at him lying there, feeling a little heavy and astringent in her heart.

He clenched his fists in the quilt, and couldn't lie down.

It might be fine for him to wear such thin clothes if he meditates, but he is sleeping peacefully at this moment. If he gets sick from the cold because of this, it may be another trouble——

They are currently on the run, and that perverted enemy, Feng Xiaoxun, may be tracked down at any time. The sooner Di Shiyin recovers, the sooner they will be safe. Now——it is not the time for her to get angry with him...

After Luo Qingyu figured this out, she couldn't lie down anymore and quietly got down.

She was wearing a satin jacket, and she shivered as soon as she got out of bed, her hands and feet were freezing cold.

She didn't care about it either, so she picked up the quilt next to him, walked over quietly, and gently covered him with the quilt—[

After doing all this, she just breathed a sigh of relief when her wrist was suddenly grasped by a warm hand!

Luo Qingyu's heart skipped a beat! Bleak Bleak 