Ye Yan woke up in a daze in a cold touch.

The first time I returned to consciousness, I felt the endless coldness spread, almost cold all the way to my heart. It was hard to move a finger stiffly. How could it be so cold...

Even the cold consciousness was trembling.

Just when she felt that she might be frozen to death, a warmth suddenly approached, wrapping around her body, and at the same time, there was a faint, slightly familiar voice: "Are you awake?"

"Wake up..." She wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't do anything, and her teeth began to tremble as soon as she opened her mouth.

Suddenly, his body soared into a slightly cold embrace, leaving the cold source, Ye Yan felt that she had come back to life. The body temperature of the person holding her was a little low, but it was obviously much warmer than her.

This body temperature reminded her of Yi Sa in an instant. His physique was also cool. There were rarely hot times all year round. In the summer, her favorite thing was to sleep in his arms, which was cold and comfortable, with the comfort of her relatives. That arms were the place she had been most attached to since childhood.

Unfortunately, it no longer belongs to her...

If it weren't for the wrong breath, Ye Yan would almost have to come up and hug the person. Her rationality clearly obstructed her actions.

This is not Yi Sa!

The man brought her to a warm place, and her body gradually began to warm up. Then she fell into a warm place. She was soft under her body, probably a bed, and a hot quilt was covered with her body. After covering her for a while, she could finally try to open her eyes.

After trembling with long eyelashes, my misty eyes gradually saw where I was.

This is a very elegant and luxurious room, full of the taste of artists, and there is a portrait of a musician hanging on the wall. Unfortunately, the giants who are regarded as the human beings, their faces are covered with darts.

She was nestled on a large bed, covered with a thick velvet blanket, which was very hot and should have been fumigated.

The last scene before the coma floated across her mind. She remembered that she fell into the river and had her medicine... This situation was obviously someone who saved her.

Ye Yan's pure eyes moved, and his eyes began to swim around. Someone just carried her into this room, maybe she could ask where her clothes were.

It makes people feel insecure to sleep in a stranger's place with only a blanket.

A gentle footstep sound came from outside the door, and a man pushed open the door and walked in.

Ye Yan took a look and saw that he was a young boy, wearing white clothes and black pants, and had a very pretty face. His temperament was a little cold, and his eyes were deep, like a waveless ancient well.

Ye Yan looked at the young man and felt that he looked familiar. After a while, he remembered that this person was the genius pianist she met while accompanying Ye Weilan to China a while ago and listening to the singing with the Ye sisters. It seemed that his name was... Xi?

"Thank you for saving me," Ye Yan lay on the bed, pursed her lips, her face a little unnatural: "Can you return my clothes to me?"

Mingxi looked at her, putting her hands in her pockets, a little unkempt and decadent, and her tone was very cold: "You owe me two lives."
Chapter completed!