Lin Dong's body kept shaking, looking very cold.
At this time, he had already fallen into unconsciousness.
Although Qingye Piaoxue herself didn't have much Inner Qi left at the moment, she still used her Inner Qi to produce a flame to warm Lin Dong.
But this warmth was just a drop in the bucket.
"Cold..." Lin Dong murmured this word unconsciously, his body trembling involuntarily.
Finally, Qingye Piaoxue bit her lip and made a decision.
She embraced Lin Dong in her arms, using her body to warm him.
A person who never falls sick, once sick, can find even a simple cold could be life-threatening.
This was the case for Lin Dong. Under normal circumstances, given Lin Dong's strong physical constitution, it was impossible for him to fall ill.
His hands and feet were ice-cold at the moment, and Qingye Piaoxue felt like she was holding ice when she grabbed Lin Dong's hand.
