Jenny was sick

The big hand, revealing its bones, rushed out into the icy cold air from under the animal skin blanket. The rough palm rubbed against the fur of the bed, not afraid of the cold, as it slowly approached the other side where Jenny, his little wife, lay.

In the quiet cave, only the sound of Nick's heart beating faster and faster could be heard. Although some thoughts of touching her again lingered in his mind, he was only carefully touching her fur blanket in reality. He lifted her up quietly, bit by bit, touching her right hand. The slightly cold fingertips touched the soft hand of his little wife, and the warm feeling was transmitted, causing his pointed ears to tremble slightly.

However, he quickly noticed that her body temperature was abnormally low. The feeling of joy and shyness, like a spreading weed, quickly quieted down. Nick wondered why she was so cold. Was she sick? Was it because of his magic energy that she was sick?

Filled with anxiety, Nick parted his thin lips, calling h