"Pfft~~~"

About a minute had passed when Wen Yan, who lay motionless on the ground, suddenly spewed out a mouthful of water. A jet of water burst forth, striking the stone wall about a meter away.

*Cough cough cough~~*

Another spell of coughing followed, expelling all the water that had filled her body.

"Qin... Qin Fang, is... is it you?"

Wen Yan barely managed to open her eyes at this moment, but she was extremely weak, only able to vaguely sense someone's presence before her, and couldn't even clearly see who it was. She asked instinctively, perhaps driven by her subconscious.

"It's me, I'm here, everything's okay, everything's okay!"

Qin Fang immediately reached out his hand, taking hold of Wen Yan's still icy palm, offering her a bit of warmth.

"I'm... I'm cold!"

Wen Yan's body shivered slightly, and at this moment, her consciousness had only just started to return. She might not even be aware that she was completely naked, but she could definitely feel the cold.

Qin Fang felt a tinge of regret, wishing he had prepared some clothes in the Props Box beforehand, which would have come in handy now. But lamenting now was useless; although Wen Yan had regained consciousness, her condition remained rather grim.

If Qin Fang didn't warm her, the chilled Wen Yan might not last the night. Even with his knowledge of "The Nine Revival Needles," his Inner Breath had nearly been depleted, and it wasn't possible for him to save her life.

Faced with such a situation, Qin Fang no longer hesitated. He removed his wet clothes, embraced the equally naked Wen Yan, and settled into a relatively sheltered corner. They clung tightly to each other, their limited body heat providing mutual warmth, sustaining the breath of life.

Although Qin Fang couldn't see the outside light, the gradually falling temperature told him night was approaching. Perhaps it was the warmth from Qin Fang's body that gradually brought Wen Yan's consciousness back to clarity.

In the face of such an awkward predicament, Wen Yan was extremely taken aback and embarrassed... Recalling the events that had transpired and surveying her surroundings, she seemed a bit frightened. After hesitating, she slowly snuggled back into Qin Fang's warm embrace, her fair and exquisite face flushing deeply.

"Hungry? Have one to warm up..."

Qin Fang was exceptionally tender, and without any seen motion, a scent of baozi reached Wen Yan's nose. Surprised, she looked following the aroma and saw that a steamy soup dumpling had suddenly appeared in Qin Fang's hand.

"This..."

"Don't think too much, eat something first!"

"Mm!"

Wen Yan nodded gently, not reaching out her hand to take it, but rather, Qin Fang brought the baozi to her lips, letting her bite down directly, somewhat like feeding her.

In such a moment, Wen Yan couldn't help feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her father, no other man had ever treated her so kindly. Almost at the very moment Qin Fang fed her the baozi, she knew that her heart had completely sunk.

Women are creatures of emotion, easily moved to tears and surrender by a gentle gesture.

And that was exactly how Wen Yan felt now.

In a dark, sunless cave, where the surrounding stone walls were colorful yet the sound of dripping water in the silence was so clear, it brought a sense of desperate helplessness.

A man had saved her life in such a near-desperate moment and offered her a steaming-hot baozi. She believed that any woman would have been lost in that moment.

"Why aren't you eating?"

Wen Yan had only taken a bite, sipped a little of the juice, and then stopped eating, puzzling Qin Fang for a moment.

"You eat too..."

Wen Yan's blush deepened as she whispered softly.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay. I have plenty more here..."

Now that he had revealed his secret, Qin Fang no longer hid it. He waved his hand behind him, and when he reached out again, his hand held five or six steaming soup dumplings.

Wen Yan's eyes widened in astonishment. One baozi was already a shock, but to see six appear in the blink of an eye was beyond her comprehension.

"You forgot? I'm a magician..."

Qin Fang immediately smiled, continuing to feed her the dumplings, talking casually as he did so.

"Magician..."

Wen Yan was taken aback. She knew about it; Qin Fang's alcohol expulsion magic had already become an unsolved mystery among Ning University students, and naturally, many people said that Qin was a very good magician.

"Can you conjure up clothes?"

Wen Yan asked in a faint voice. Although the two of them were hugging to keep warm, they were only ordinary friends...

"Er... no!"

Qin Fang was momentarily taken aback, giving an awkward smile as he slightly withdrew from the embrace. (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for it at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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