Cao Qingqing's Time-Travel Career

Cold... So cold... Hot... So hot... Cao Cao felt that his body seemed to be undergoing two polarizations of burning and frost, one moment was bitingly cold, the other was maddeningly hot. It felt like a handful of sand had been stuffed into my throat, rubbing against the texture inside, making it almost impossible to breathe. How so? Mom and dad, Cao Cao is going to die soon... Wu wu wu... Suddenly, a pair of rough hands slowly stroked her cheeks, although the palms rubbing her cheeks were not smooth...