Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jing saw her like this and took her temperature directly, and then heard him say, "Thirty-nine degrees. ”

“Why did your wife take a shower and suddenly burn like this? It's too hot!” Sister-in-law Chen was in a hurry: “A while ago, the wife was also ill, but she kept herself locked up in the room and didn't take any food or medicine. I didn't even know what to do. Fortunately, Mr. Mo was home this time, otherwise..."

“Go get the ice bag.” Mo Jing interrupted her words deeply and faintly.

Sister-in-law Chen's nagging stopped immediately and rushed out to find the ice bag.

Seasonal Warm knew that she would inevitably have a fever every time she caught a cold. She had long been accustomed to it, and Mo Jingdeep was clear, so she was often advised not to catch cold.

“Come on, take your pills.” Mo Jingdeep lifted her out of bed.

She sat, leaned in his arms, and did not make a living. She frowned only when he fever medicine was fed to her mouth. She used to take very little medicine, because she took Chinese medicine every day after she was cold as a child, which led to her later rejection of any bitter medicine, preferring to sleep overhead for a few days instead of taking it.

“Do as you're told. Take the pills.” Mojing's deep voice drowned on her.

She put her head pillow in his arms, opened her eyes and looked at him with a small plea, could you not eat it?

He was silent for a moment, and he whispered, "Want me to feed you another way? ”

Seasonal warmth now curiously whispered: “What other way? ”

Do we have to get her some sugar? When she was a child, Aunt Ji's servant really did prepare her lots of fructose on the bed under her delicacy.

However, the sugar was not expected, and Mojingdeep delivered the medicine directly to his own mouth under her attention.

Seasonal Warm now understood. He hurriedly lifted his hand and blocked it. Then he pressed his hand carefully and fed the pill into his mouth.

Although she had no objection to his mouth-to-mouth feeding herself, she did not want to spread the cold to him.

Bitterness spread in her mouth, she frowned, busily picked up the glass he had handed over, drank a large sip of warm water, swallowed the medicine, but felt her voice bitter.

“It's bitter. ”

“Knowing you can't catch cold, you don't even wear a jacket. Do you want me to keep you locked in the royal garden every fall and winter?” Mojing deeply touched her hair, still wet, and sighed, “Sit down, don't lie down, blow your hair dry before you go to sleep. ”

Seasonal warmth still leaned in his arms and just drank a few drops. It doesn't feel as bad as it was just now, but it doesn't have much strength.

Seeing her sickly and full of dependence, Ink Sight sighed deeply. Why don't you just get up and find the hair dryer and plug it in by the bed.

Seasonal warmth sat on the bed, really didn't have the strength to blow her own hair, she turned her head to look at him, just wanted to sprinkle a petite to let him blow herself. Before she said anything, she heard the sound of the blow in his hand.

Warm wind blows through her hair, warm blows through her scalp, she had some dizziness, and because of those nightmares, she felt like she was stepping on the edge of a cliff, her emotions were tight, but this sudden warmth and comfort made her whole person relax instantly, and after a few minutes of blowing, there was a strong impatience.

Cold and antipyretic drugs have a little hypnotic ingredient, and the season warms with eyes closed and sleepless.

When her hair is completely blown dry and Mojing turns off the hairdryer deeply, she falls down as soon as she straightens her body.

Mo Jing held her by the hand and saw her sleep too quickly, so quietly leaning in his arms, the only person in the air was her quiet and even breathing.

He sighed softly and leaned over and laid her down safely on the bed.

Her gaze accidentally touched her body wrapped in a bath towel. Just now, she could only draw one hand to wrap it around her in the bathroom. By now, it had loosened up a lot on her. The white snow on her chest was softly exhaled, her hair drooped, and she was half-covered.

She was completely soft and relaxed in his arms, her dark eyes slowly darkened while touching the cold in her hands.

His body was hot and his hands were cold. He breathed slightly heavily, held her hand and placed it in his palm. After a moment, he seemed to think of something. His eyes glanced at her snow-white feet, which appeared outside the bath towel.

Feel it and find her feet as cold as her hands, especially in his palms, making him frown.

Seasonal warmth hummed softly in her sleep, as if she was comfortably humming because of the sudden warm temperatures coming from her hands and feet: “Hmm...”

Ink covered her with a blanket to ensure that only her head was exposed all over her body and her hands gently rubbed over her hot forehead, slowly sliding down along the soft hair over her head.

Seasonal warmth is actually not a solid sleep. It is already hot. Her whole body is covered. She is getting worse and worse when it is hot. She struggles in secret, but she returns to be pressed by him.

“Mr. Moore.” Sister-in-law Chen pushed open the door and put the ice bag next to her. Seeing that Seasonal Warm was asleep, she whispered: “I just made some new food for my wife. I also cooked porridge. Do you want her to get up and eat some? She hasn't eaten dinner yet. ”

“Heat the porridge until she wakes up. ”

Even if she sat up now, she was probably sleepy enough to even open her mouth.

“Well, then… sir, go rest, I'll take care of your wife. ”

“No, I'm here tonight. ”

……

Seasonal warmth is very tired, but she has not slept very well. Half a dream she felt like she was falling into bed. She had covered her body with some sweat. She was particularly distressed by the wetness and stickiness. Her face with her eyebrows was full of self-disgusting expression. After a few seconds, she was held in her arms. The quilt on her body was tightly covered, and no cracks were revealed.

“It's so hot...” she said confused.

Mo Jingdeep held her by her side and would be covered by the quilt she was trying to kick open.

Until her hands and feet were no longer so cold, and the temperature had dropped quite a bit because of the perspiration, Inkview stroked her sweaty hair deeply: "Hold on, the fever won't get so bad anymore, huh? ”

She's quiet down.

In the middle of the night, Seasonal Warm suddenly woke up for a while and looked at the man close to him.

She looked at him silently because of the high fever and some blood on the bottom of her eyes.

Mo Jingdeep was watched by her for a minute and opened her eyes: “Are you awake? Sister-in-law Chen kept warming you up and eating some porridge. ”

He got up.

Season Warm hastily grabbed his hand and refused to let go: “I won't eat, don't go...”

There is no cover for dependence and love in the voice.

Mo Jing deeply wanted to quit, so he paused.

It is not surprising that a fever is only spoiled, but such fragility and fear should not appear in the warmth of the season.