She was really afraid that he wouldn't wake up.

She kept shaking Rong Jincheng's shoulders.

Rong Jincheng still had no reaction.

"Don't scare me..." Han Yurou's voice was filled with tears. She had never experienced this before and was very scared.

Maybe it was because the room was warmer than outside, but slowly, Rong Jincheng woke up.

When he was unconscious, there was always a voice calling him, a woman's voice.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Yurou.

There were tears on her face, as if she had cried, and there was only a faint light in the room.

Rong Jincheng took advantage of the situation and held her hand: "Rourou...Rourou, why are you crying?"

Han Yurou turned to look at him and patted his face: "You really have to wake up? I thought you wouldn't wake up?"

"What do you mean you can't wake up? Huh?"

"He's dead." Han Yurou was angry.

"Didn't you say that as long as I die, the past between us will be wiped out...otherwise I might as well die." After saying that, Rong Jincheng deliberately closed his eyes and let go of his hand.

"Rong Jincheng!" Han Yurou couldn't help but be frightened, "Don't scare me! Wake up!"

Rong Jincheng just didn't wake up and deliberately didn't open his eyes.

Han Yurou was angry and funny. She knew he was fine. Seeing that he refused to open his eyes, she put her hand into his sweater and scratched him twice with her cold hands.

Sure enough, Rong Jincheng couldn't hold himself back, and he jumped up like a carp.

He grabbed Han Yurou: "Little thing, you are so bad! You're so cold to death! How dare you catch me with such cold hands!"

"Don't make trouble." Han Yurou hid.

She hid, but he refused to let her hide. He stretched out his hand to grab her, trying to pull her into his arms.

Han Yurou was no match for him. After struggling for a long time, Rong Jincheng grabbed her hands, so she had to kick him with her feet.

Rong Jincheng pressed her legs again.

There was so much noise that the tables and chairs moved around and made a "squeaking" sound.

In the darkness, Rong Jincheng deliberately suppressed her and prevented her from moving: "Don't run, my hands are so cold, please let me cover them."

"You are shameless, I am cold too, I am colder than you." Han Yurou refused.

Rong Jincheng simply held down her little head, pressed her into his arms, and stopped moving.

He said he wanted to rub the warmth of her body, but he couldn't bear it. He pressed her on his chest and wrapped her little head with a thick coat: "Don't move, you won't feel cold anymore if you stay in my arms for a while. Just now

It’s freezing outside.”

Although his hands and feet were cold, his body was still warm.

Han Yurou trembled.

His chest was solid, and in the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, but there was a tenderness in his voice that she had never heard before.

Like water.

He lowered his head and placed his chin on her head, gently stroking her hair: "Don't move, don't move, I'm a normal man."

Her body is much warmer.

On such a snowstorm night, there were only two of them in this lonely wooden house.

When not speaking, there is silence.

It's so quiet here.

The wooden house blocked the wind and snow, and because they kept each other warm, they kept each other warm.

The breath of her body was on Rong Jincheng's nose. When he held her, he felt a rare sense of peace of mind, and his restless heart was soothed.

It seemed that everything had returned to calm, including him.

For the first time, Han Yurou did not refute him, and leaned peacefully in his arms, like a cat.

Just like that, no one said anything.
Chapter completed!