Chapter 120: Dispel the Evil Spirit (18)

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Xia Han sat dejectedly on the bed, holding the key in his hand, his thoughts drifting far away.

Sigh.

What to do if Little Beauty doesn't like him?

Just as Xia Han sighed for the 108th time, a sudden chill appeared beside him, followed by being pushed down; a cold body covered him, and the chill spread over his lips.

Xia Han's eyes widened as he recognized the person kissing him, and he gave up struggling.

Little Beauty is kissing him!

Happy.

Xia Han went along with Chuzheng's kiss, but gradually he felt his body couldn't support him any longer—it was too cold...

He was nearly frozen stiff.

"Little Beauty... slow down..." Xia Han murmured.

Chuzheng let go of him, moved away from his body, and wrapped him up in a blanket.

"Very cold?"

"Not cold." Xia Han shivered violently.

The cold presence flowed through his body, unable to warm up. This kind of contact was much colder than physical touch.