Marrying The Soft Hearted Villain(MTL)

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The big palm with distinct bones protruded the carefully squeezed animal skin quilt, breaking through the cold air, and rubbing the scalloped fingers against the fluffy animal skin sheets, not afraid of the cold, and slowly extended towards Ruan Qiuqiu.

In the quiet cave, only Yuan Jue's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

Although a wolf thought to touch it back, it actually only touched the hide covered by Ruan Qiuqiu very carefully.

Quietly opened, and touched her hand little by little.

The cool fingertips touched the little wife's soft palm, the warm touch came, and the pointed ears could not help but shivered gently.

But soon, she noticed that she was different from the usual low body temperature, and the joy of being like a weed in her heart and the thought of being ashamed of speaking, all quickly died down.

Why is it so ice?

are you sick?

It's because of his magical energy, so ...

Yuan Jue was worried at the bottom of her heart, her thin lips slightly lifted, and she made a hoarse and low voice from her throat, and tentatively called her, "... Qiuqiu?"

But there was only silence in response to him.

Mr. Wolves squeezed his lips tightly, and the big palm fully gripped Ruan Qiuqiu's small hand—

Her palms were full of cold sweat and cold.

Yuan Jue's long eyelashes twitched, not paying attention to the pain of the meridians, and mobilized the demon consciousness so that he could "see" what she was like now.

The little wife who usually sleeps peacefully is curled up in the corner at the moment. Although the animal skin is tightly wrapped, the body is still trembling unconsciously, and she can "see" it. She is very cold now.

The chest was stabbed with a sharp blade, Yuan Jue clenched his teeth, and the scarlet light gleamed under his eyes.

He climbed carefully out of the stone bed, his long black hair hanging down his temples.

Reaching up to lift Ruan Qiuqiu's hide, her pale face was exposed, her eyes were closed tightly, and her forehead was covered with cold sweat.

--She is sick.

Mr. Bad Wolf was a little flustered. He had never suffered from any other diseases except fighting seriously injured and cultivating fire, and he did not understand what humans need to do if they get sick.

The big palm lightly touched her forehead, but the warm feeling made Ruan Qiuqiu, who seemed to be in the extreme cold, find a warm boiler.

She was cold all over, her eyelids trembling, but she couldn't open her mouth. Her dry, smoky voice couldn't say a word. After working hard for a long time, she only said one word, "... cold."

She lifted her fingers weakly and hung down again.

cold.

Mr. Bad Wolf quickly covered both of his own animal skins on Ruan Qiuqiu and wrapped her into a small ball.

Seeing Ruan Qiuqiu still sweating constantly, the evil wolf's cheeks became more gloomy, but the narrow and long eyes were red.