Chapter 267

Song Qingcheng knew that his hand must be very cold. Just now she wanted to touch his hand, but she didn't touch it. She just grabbed his hand and found that his hand was not cold, but frightening.

"Ji Zhengting, your hand..." Her voice broke into a lump. Later, I found that I had one more dress

It's his coat, and the faint smell of tobacco.

In order to keep her warm, he had been holding himself. He must have taken off his coat and covered her when she was asleep.

"How can you take off your clothes? Do you want to freeze to death?" Song Qingcheng was angry with him, but his tears fell down. Take off your coat and put it on.

"Don't move." Ji Zhengting held her hand, "don't waste the heat that we've gathered. And the clothes cover you, that is, cover myself. I'm not that cold. "

"Your hands are frozen. It's not that cold." Song Qingcheng held his hand in the palm of his hand. Mingming's hand is so small that he keeps rubbing it back and forth on his hand.

"Cold hands are normal in this temperature. Don't move. Put your hands in Ji Zhengting puts her under her clothes, but song Qingcheng refuses. She turns around and hugs him tightly.

Not only his hands are frozen like ice, but also his body is very cold. Leaning on the back of the stone wall, you can hardly find the temperature, cold.

"Ji Zhengting, you get up, you get up and help me hold you." Song Qingcheng desperately want to hold him, but he sat still, let her worry that he has been frozen?

She would rather freeze herself than destroy him. At least he can carry himself on his back. If he is frozen, they will have to wait to be frozen here.

Ji Zhengting found that his body is really a little stiff. At first, because she was asleep and didn't want to wake her up, she kept a posture and didn't move. But for a long time, it becomes stiff at low temperature.

This is a very serious problem. If she didn't wake up and remind himself that he was worried that he would have no intuition.

He tried to sit up, but he couldn't tell what it was like in his body. Acid didn't look like acid, pain didn't look like pain, just all kinds of bad taste.

"How's it going? What's wrong? " Song Qingcheng saw him slow, not like his style.

"Not bad." Ji Zhengting is very glad song Qingcheng reminded himself, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.

"It must be a cold. Put on your clothes." Song Qingcheng took down his coat and wrapped it around him. Take off the coat, a cool air is coming. She shuddered violently.

"Don't mess about. Dress yourself." Ji Zhengting's tone suddenly became serious, and he wanted to take down his coat.

"You're going to freeze, and you don't care about me!" Song Qingcheng was angry and cried by him.

Ji Zhengting's hand movement stopped, and he couldn't bear to make her cry. Reach out to wipe her tears, touch his cold hand, song Qingcheng a hold his hand, directly into his arms.

At this time, she didn't care about the difference between men and women. In other words, a man who is willing to ignore life and death for himself is worth trusting for life.

"Qing Cheng..." He called her helplessly.

"Is that better?" Song Qingcheng asked him anxiously. Like him, she didn't want him to have anything wrong.

Ji Zhengting's breath is heavy, just like his heavy heart at the moment.

He wanted to take her out safely, but he was afraid that he couldn't do it!

She is so young, so simple, so sensible

He has not let her enjoy a happy day, has not given her the warmth of a home, has not announced to the world that she is Ji Zhengting's wife, has not belonged to their children

There are too many things that have not been done in time. If it turns out to be a pity, it will really be his lifelong regret!

"Qing Cheng..." He is sentimentally attached to these two words.

"Don't talk." Song Qingcheng was very angry with him.

Ji Zhengting laughs, "have you ever said your name sounds good?"

"I'm the second best-looking person in the world." Song Qingcheng had no skin and no face to say this for the first time.

Ji Zhengting holds her over and sits on his lap. Song Qingcheng still wants to hold him and give him some warmth so that both of them can be warm.

She boldly separated her legs, sat on his legs, bashfully hugged him and buried her face in his arms.

This kind of posture is a bit ambiguous, but the two people's body temperatures are tightly intertwined, and they can feel each other's signs all the time, so as to avoid his carelessness just now.

Ji Zhengting wrapped her in his windbreaker and held her tightly. After a while, song Qingcheng was a little sleepy again, but he didn't dare to sleep. He worried that he would fall asleep, so he took off his coat and gave it to her.

"Ji Zhengting..." This time, she called his name.

"Sleep, I'm here." Ji Zhengting patted her on the back and coaxed her like a child."Why don't you sleep for a while, or you won't have the strength to take me out tomorrow?" She gave him all her hopes, hoping that he would value his life.

"Don't worry, you can get out." Ji Zhengting hugs her tightly, gives her confidence, is also giving oneself confidence.

"Well, I'm sure I can get out!" Song Qingcheng murmured in drowsiness, and then leaned against him and fell asleep.

Ji Zhengting also closed his eyes. He had to have a rest, or he would be useless tomorrow.

……

Finally, it was dawn.

Ji Zhengting wakes up first, but their posture is still motionless. It's just that his legs are stiff and unconscious.

"Child Children? " He pushed the girl in his arms. "It's time to wake up. It's daybreak."

Song Qingcheng opens his eyes and finds that the sky is already bright. She was relieved. She didn't expect to survive.

"It's morning." She looked at the white sky, eyes unconsciously wet.

This hard and long night, can survive, is simply rebirth.

"Can you go down first?"

"Ah?" Song Qingcheng didn't respond to his words. Thought he let himself down, so she subconsciously looked down the mountain

However, his foot was injured. Did he forget.

Ji Zhengting knew that she thought too much, moved the leg that she sat on and gave birth to, "my leg needs to move."

“……” Song Qingcheng realized that he was still sitting on his lap, still in such an ambiguous posture. She quickly moved down from his legs and found that her legs were stiff, so she rubbed them on her own.

Ji Zhengting stood up and moved his legs until he found his intuition.