Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

I couldn't help the warmth last season and sneezed a few more.

Mo Jingshen drove the car directly back to the Imperial Garden. She didn't even take her to dinner. Ask Sister Chen to make her brown sugar and ginger tea.

Seasonal Warm didn't put herself in cold matters on her heart. She drank a few bites of brown sugar ginger tea and was frowned upon by spicy straight eyebrows. She hated drinking this stuff before. She really couldn't swallow it. She just had to put the cup down and lift her eyes to see the ink deep across the street.

It's like if she doesn't drink this cup, she won't be eating tonight.

“This ginger tea is so spicy.” Seasonal warmth is a rare admission: “Can I have it after dinner? ”

“Ma'am, dinner is ready. Drink some ginger tea and warm yourself up.” Sister-in-law Chen walked in from the side and nagged: “A lot of people have had particularly severe cold symptoms lately. My niece from home called me yesterday and said that the cold had kept her awake for three days and she couldn't even open her eyes. So, ma'am, you have to sweat it out tonight. Don't catch a cold! ”

Seasonal warmth lifted my eyes, as I didn't like to drink it, so I could only shrug my eyes to the depth of the ink.

Mo Jingdeep: “You hear me? Drink.”

Seasonal warmth was helpless, and I had to take a few sips of the cup. It was spicy and painful, but I had to drink it. Finally, I squeezed my nose and drank it.

Previous seasonal warmth was not so good in this regard.

She suffered cold in the north when she was a child, so she was particularly susceptible to colds and fever, but she was stubborn. Every time she got sick, she confined herself to her room, slept with a quilt for two days, did not take any injections, so much less drink brown sugar and ginger tea.

Until the cup saw the bottom, Mo Jing deeply suggested that Sister-in-law Chen prepare dinner as soon as possible, as she was outside screaming for hunger before the season warmed.

“Go back to your room and take a hot bath and change into something lightweight.” Mojing said deeply.

Seasonal warmth is what it is. After all, after drinking it, it feels hot and uncomfortable.

Shortly after returning to her room, she wondered if she really had some symptoms of a cold, and her head was getting a little dizzy.

Just think of taking a hot bath, just change your clothes and go straight into the bathroom.

Sitting in the hot water in the bathtub for less than a minute, the season warms up and closes its eyes, confused and sleepy.

But I can't sleep well, I can't wake up...

She seemed to be in a double ice flame, in an ice and snow for a while, and in a hot moment, in an alchemy furnace of too many elders.

This feeling is terrible, trying to open your eyes, but your eyes are too heavy to open.

The dreams of darkness came upon her relentlessly.

She dreamt that her wrist had been cut off with a deep blood stain, and the blood kept flowing...

In a dream mirror, she lay weak in a hospital filled with the smell of sterile water, her fine white wrist wrapped in a layer of gauze, a long and pulled figure standing beside her, where he had been standing all night.

A divorce agreement was placed next to her pillow and she could hardly hear a man speaking in her ear.

The scene is constantly changing. Seasonal Warm wants to grab the shadow of the resolute departure, but can only run aimlessly in the dark.

She dreamed that after the divorce, all the elders of the Mo family had been shunned by her, and that her father was furious with her suicide and divorce, and that she had not been allowed to enter the door of the season for two years.

Dream of the season and take yourself to darkness. I was drunk at a black bar, and I dreamed I was injected there. Piece, drug addiction!

The Ji family went bankrupt, Daddy hated it and loved her loved ones one by one. Her proud and glorious life had gradually collapsed.

At the height of her life, Xia Tian managed to find her, bring her home, talk to her, and cheer her up.

The scene was changing again. Seasonal Warm suddenly ran like crazy in her dreams, but she still failed to grab that skirt horn. She saw Summer Sweet fall under the bridge with blood, looking at the flying geese in the sky, and didn't even close her eyes until she died.

Seasonal warm's life beliefs collapsed once and for all, and all those who loved her and her loved ones kept performing their farewell to life...

She had been found by those who had fought against the Ji family, who had been kidnapped, intimidated, taken to an old bus and sold to remote mountainous areas with a few beautiful, long women.

She was sold to a 50-year-old man with a 20-year-old mentally retarded son!

Several escapes were captured back, one brutal verbal abuse, several times almost by the disgusting father and son strong -bao, she cut her face and body with a knife, everyday they were covered in blood stains so they couldn't do it...

Those dark lives… why go into her dreams?!

She's gonna wake up! She doesn't want these nightmares from her past life!

The dark scene changed over and over again, and she escaped the mountains and was sold into the Haicheng Cloud House.

Yun Qianjin was murdered, she was accused of the murderer, the police said that they had been verified by multiple sources and learned from one of her own population that she had fought Yun Qianjin many years ago to further determine her motive for the murder.

Relatives? In that situation, apart from the long-lost season of dreams, she had no relatives.

In the last moments of her life, she was wrongfully imprisoned, imprisoned for three months, poisoned and coughed up blood... life fell... ten years a dream...

No, no, no!

Wake up!

Wake up!

She should never hear of Mo Jingsheng returning home with Seasonal Dreams... she should not...

Seasonal warmth struggles in dreams, but nothing escapes the vortex of darkness.

There was a sudden movement in her ears that opened the bathroom door, with a slightly cooler hand resting gently on her head.

“She has a fever, Sister Chan, go get the medicine.” A calm, clear voice clearly penetrated her ears, and the season warmed so violently that she woke up from her dream.

Seasonal warmth opened some hard eyes and was suddenly lifted out of the water by powerful arms.

She was even a little tranced, not knowing where she was, not even aware of her inches.

Snow white muscle. Skin, elongated legs, chest. Front snow. Soft, all unexposed in front of him, long, wet hair dripping like seaweed.

Ink Jing deeply wrapped her in a bath towel because she was totally hotter than expected. Seasonal warming instincts leaned her head in his arms and closed her eyes painfully.

Those nightmares didn't show up again, and she was relieved, but felt like something warm was coming out of her eyes.

Fortunately... those are over...

This is Mojing's deep embrace, warm, lovely, her only embrace...

In her previous life, if she hadn't been so stupid, even if she'd lost everything, at least she still had ink depth.

And even he was pushed away, so far away, so far away!

She wanted to cry, hold her tears and bury her head in his arms.

“Mr. Moore, this is a quick-impact antipyretic and a thermometer, too!” It was Sister-in-law Chen's voice. It sounded like she was running when she was looking for medicine. It sounded like she was still breathing.

Seasonal warmth was put on the bed, and she subconsciously raised her hand to hold the cuff of his shirt, even if she was weak enough not to have the strength, but vain enough to want to hold him.

Mojing glanced deeply at her movements and didn't get up and leave, holding her in his reverse hand: “Don't be afraid, I'm not leaving. ”

The quiet voice is like the most effective anthrax, the season warm and weak eyes open slightly, the corners of the eyes are a little red, even if no longer afraid, still grabbing his cuffs.