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nFeng Qingtian felt that he would go crazy if he couldn’t figure it out.

nOn one side was the love of his former life whom he wanted to be together with at any cost; on the other side was a woman who made him lose control of himself.

nGu Bailu rolled her eyes. “It was just a hallucination. My body was hot, so I felt like I was burning. Is there a problem?”

n“It’s a serious problem. Just think: Why was it the magma of hell that was burning you and not anything else?”

n“How would I know? Maybe I read too many novels.”

nGu Bailu had no interest in sharing her dream with him.

nShe stuck a needle in the back of Feng Qingtian’s hand, and it immediately became numb.

nGu Bailu hurried to push him away. “Just stay there. You’re no match for me in this place.”

nHer primitive acupuncture arts were finally of use.

nFeng Qingtian frowned. The woman didn’t seem to be lying. Was it really a hallucination?

nBut why couldn’t he see Gu Bailu’s former self?

nThinking for a moment, Feng Qingtian threw himself into the lake.

nGu Bailu’s lips twitched. “Prince Zi, there’s no need to kill yourself. It’s not humiliating to be defeated by me.”

nShe shouted at the lake and continued digging.

nAfter more than an hour, she finally dug out a hole one meter deep that was big enough for her to fit inside.

nShe then plucked a lot of grass and threw them into the pit.

nFeng Qingtian still hadn’t returned. She took a look at the lake. It was utterly peaceful. Gu Bailu tossed a pebble into it. “Hey, you haven’t drowned, have you? Don’t mess around when you don’t have spiritual power.”

nStill there wasn’t any sound from the lake. Gu Bailu always worked at night, so she was no stranger to the dark.

nHad something happened to him?

nThe powerful Prince Zi drowned in a lake?

nWho would believe that?

n“Stay there if you want. I’m almost frozen. I have no time for you.” Gu Bailu jumped into the pit and buried herself in the grass.

nIt was much warmer, and there wasn’t any wind.

nIf only the pit opening could be covered.

nGu Bailu was thinking this, when something covered the opening.

nGu Bailu reached upward, only to touch supple flesh.

nShe groped her way down, and the muscles felt great.

nEight abs?

n“Prince Zi?”

nGu Bailu was stunned. The guy was sleeping over the pit, with his face turned down, no less.

nShe was about to take her hand back, when the guy above suddenly moved. She then felt a burning stick.

nGu Bailu blushed. “You’re a scoundrel, Prince Zi!”

nThe guy above her didn’t say anything. A hand snaked in and grabbed hers.

n“It’ll keep you warm.”

nThe temperature restored some of the feeling in Gu Bailu’s cold hand.

nBut was it really appropriate to warm her hand with that?

nAre you treating me as a woman or not?

nNo, even a man shouldn’t warm himself up in such a way.

n“Let go of me!”

nAs a woman of integrity, I would rather die before I warm myself with this thing.

n“Your hands are going to break off from the cold, and you’re still acting tough?” Feng Qingtian’s voice had a lethal charm in the darkness.

n“They won’t break. Let go of me!”

nGu Bailu already felt as if her hand was burning. She had just finished digging the pit; wasn’t Prince Zi scared that his thing would get dirty?

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