Jiang Beiyu didn't know whether to consider this a case of being taken by storm.
After all, it was just a kiss.
The first kiss.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Looking at the little girl who had fallen into a coma again in his arms and the two children who seemed to cover their own eyes, Jiang Beiyu also fell into a period of silence.
The fire in the room had completely died out, and Su Nanzhi's fire did not destroy anything. This had to do with the restrictions she initially set within her own body—the released fire did not turn into actual flames.
That fire could prevent ghosts from approaching within a hundred miles, yet it wouldn't burn a single brick or piece of wood.
First, Jiang Beiyu took Little Binghua back into his arms. As for Little Huomiao, he used the same method to stuff it back inside Su Nanzhi's body.
Finally, he lifted the little girl in his arms and placed her on the bed.
Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but stare at her face for a while, her lips looked a bit tender.
