The winter in the Snow Diamond Palace was as warm as spring. It was impossible for her to get sick even if she wanted to. There was really no other way, and time was urgent, so she had to take this last step.

The wet feeling chilled her heart. She could only grit her teeth and hold on. This feeling as cold as bone marrow made her want to give up several times, but thinking of the consequences of giving up, she could only hold on.

The thought that she must be sick has been supporting Ruoxue.

Suddenly the door was knocked open by something. Ruoxue lifted the bed curtain dizzily and saw Murong Jinghong coming with an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing?" Murong Jinghong pulled open the bed curtain and lifted the quilt

Ruoxue was lying naked on the ice, her face was red.

Ruoxue said vaguely: "I want to get sick, I must get sick, get sick..."

Murong Jinghong grabbed the cold Ruoxue, used the snow to get a new quilt to wrap her up, and with a wave of his hand, a fire lit up in the center of the room.

Ruoxue's body was already very weak, but she still said: "Let me go, I will definitely get sick."

When Murong Jinghong heard this, his face was so dark that he could cry out, and he shouted: "Do you have any brains? You really don't want to participate in the Concubine Concubine Competition, why don't you just say it? You have to use this kind of self-harm."

Ruoxue's body trembled involuntarily, her teeth clashed up and down, and she barely raised her voice and shouted weakly: "Uncle pervert, will you listen to what I said? Why am I doing this? Why don't you ask yourself? This is all your fault.

Yes, you forced me to do this!"

"Really? I am such a domineering person in your heart?"

"You just know, I told you I'm not interested in old men, why don't you let me go?"

"Isn't it a game? I'm willing to admit defeat. If you lose, you should submit obediently and do so many things. You just don't want to be a snow concubine. You still despise me as an old man." Murong Jinghong smiled instead of getting angry.

Ruoxue was very afraid of the smiling Murong Jinghong in her heart, but she still insisted on cursing: "I despise you. You are an old man whose functions are about to expire. I will not place my happiness on you."

To make a decision, you must speak harshly

"Okay, you don't cherish it yourself. Some people are just mean. You asked for it." Murong Jinghong also said angrily.

Murong Jinghong raised his hand, and a bed similar to the northern Tukang appeared, and he threw Ruoxue directly onto the Tukang.
Chapter completed!