"It's cold ......"
"Wilson, help me, help me!"
Rosemary's body is getting unsupportable and her consciousness is getting lax.
"Rosemary......"
"Rosemary, are you there?"
Outside, Wilson and Adrian were shouting loudly and slapping their hands against the heavy door.
When Wilson walked up to a heavy door, a penetrating coldness from the bottom of the feet upward, looking down at the cold air coming out from underneath, hastily pressed a button aside, the moment the door opened, Wilson's whole heart also stopped beating, Rosemary crouched in the corner with her hands on her knees, her whole body had been attached with white frost.
"Rosemary......"
Wilson took off his jacket and wrapped it around her body, picked her up and ran outside.
"Rosemary, wake up!"
"Rosemary, do you hear me? You're holding on, I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you."
When Adrian saw Rosemary in Wilson's arms, he was also stunned by the scene before him.
"This is more into the room where I live, so go to my place first!"
"Lead the way."
"Rosemary, hang in there, it's going to be okay soon."
At this time, Rosemary had a long, long dream, dreaming that she was standing alone in the snow and ice, the cold kept hitting her body, she shouted loudly, hoping that someone would hear her cry for help, but her throat had already released the sound, still no one came to save her, just when she thought she was going to die slowly like this, she heard in a daze Wilson's voice shouting at her, but she is too sleepy, heavy eyelids can not open, even though she wanted to open her eyes to see her favorite man, but never open their eyes.
"Mr. Grant, the water is ready, put her in the water."
Wilson carefully lowered Rosemary into the tub, rubbing her hands anywhere on her body, calling her name over and over as he did so.
"I'll go get her a glass of milk."
After saying that, Adrian hurriedly went outside to heat up a glass of milk, and in a short while both Adrian and Karen came over.
"Rosemary, how did you become this way?"
Looking at the almost lifeless Rosemary, Karen's tears fell in torrents.
"Quickly massage her arms and legs and talk to her more."
Wilson almost yelled out loud.
"Good!"
Only after Wilson yelled at her, Karen realized what she was doing and kept massaging Rosemary's body with Wilson on one side.
"Here's the milk, let Rosemary have some milk to warm up."
Adrian came in with the milk, and Wilson helped Rosemary up and passed it to her mouth, saying softly, "Here, have some milk first."
"Slow down!"
cough cough ......
At that moment, Rosemary coughed violently and slowly opened her eyes to see a familiar handsome face, "Wilson, is it really you?"
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