As time ticked by, if not for his warmth, Feng Jinglei would have likely been frozen stiff by now.
"Feng Jinglei." He called her name again, feeling the trembling body in his embrace gradually still.
Yet, even after his gentle call, Feng Jinglei still did not respond.
His gaze lowered, revealing her asleep in his arms.
Looking at her sleeping form, even while asleep, the furrowed brows mirrored his tightly clenched heart.
"Whoa!"
The room suddenly lit up again, instantly becoming bright.
Qin Feimo raised his eyes, watching the power that abruptly failed but returned just as unexpectedly, his brows furrowing lightly.
Why did the power, perfectly fine, cut out without reason, and then come back?
Lowering his gaze, he saw the woman, deeply asleep; maintaining the same position led to numbness in his legs and arms.
After attempting to move for several seconds, he gently laid the sleeping Feng Jinglei onto the bed.
