While Lu Chen lay unconscious, he could only feel the chill inside him relentlessly invading his body.
Although it posed no danger to his life, the bone-deep cold felt like countless tiny needles pricking him. It left his whole body stiff, even his fingertips frozen numb.
After enduring this pain for a while, he vaguely seemed to see a slender, fair-skinned figure leaning close and gently embracing him.
The next second, warmth washed over his frozen limbs like warm water, slowly driving the chill from his body.
The Soul Power inside Lu Chen, nearly depleted, began to recover little by little, and his stiff hand gradually regained its strength.
"Mm..."
A soft moan sounded beside Lu Chen's ear, and he slowly opened his eyes.
He felt as if the space around him was very small; he couldn't even stretch out his body. It seemed he was inside a cramped sleeping bag.
Lu Chen opened his eyes. Shui Bing'er lay curled up in his arms, her eyes closed.
The clothes Shui Bing'er wore were very thin, covering only her most intimate areas.
Her whole body was pressed flush against Lu Chen's.
The cramped space had grown warm from their breathing.
Lu Chen suddenly felt something soft and delicate beneath his hand.
"Mm..."
Shui Bing'er moaned again, this time with a distinct tremble in her voice.
Lu Chen snapped back to his senses, just in time to meet Shui Bing'er's open eyes. Her gaze was fixed on his "sinful right hand."
Shui Bing'er saw that Lu Chen's right hand was still exactly where it had been, unmoving.
Her voice carried a hint of anger. "H-How much longer...?"
Lu Chen realized something was wrong and immediately felt a rush of heat through his body. He hurriedly tried to pull his right hand away.