A giant hand dragged her away. "Silly woman, do you want to destroy your hands? What's wrong with you?"
"Let go of me. This isn't a game." Gu Bailu shook him off.
"Why is your body so cold?" Feng Qingtian touched her back that was as cold as ice.
"I don't have a spirit root to protect me. Please don't add to my problems."
Feng Qingtian's eyes were gloomy. He forgot that Gu Bailu would be scared of the cold.
It wasn't his fault. To his mind, there was no such thing as the cold.
"Come here." Feng Qingtian held Gu Bailu in his arms. He frowned at how cold it was wherever they touched.
She had been cold for a long time. No wonder she wanted to start a fire.
He had thought that she wanted light.
Angry with himself, Feng Qingtian held Gu Bailu even more tightly.
Gu Bailu pushed at him. "Prince Zi, it's useless. You only have enough spiritual power to protect yourself."
