Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“Or is it sad?” He sat back by the bed, wrapped her in his arms with one hand and touched her head.

Seasonal warmth shook his head, just full of dependence and distortion in his arms: “Much better. ”

Sister-in-law Chen must have been worried all along. She passed through the door in the middle of the night. When she heard the noise inside, she hurried to serve porridge.

“Mr. Mo, it's late. I'll feed my wife some porridge. She burned so badly before she had to eat something. ”

Ink took the bowl with his empty hand: “No, I'll do it. ”

Sister-in-law Chen was surprised that Mo Jingshen really couldn't get away after the seasonal warmth fever. Looks like these two strange little bites were really going to start having a good life.

Sister-in-law Chen smiled and left the room quickly, closing the door gently.

Seasonal warmth smelled porridge, there seemed to be some shredded meat in it, it smelled very fresh. She looked in the bowl at the moment, and now she's even hungrier.

Mo Jingdeep pulled her hand out of her hand, leaned slightly over, dragged her shoulder with one hand, sat her up and leaned upright against her arms.

Seasonal warmth, though not so dizzy, is still weak and weak, leaning on his chest as if he had no bones, his forehead seemingly attached to his chin.

Her eyes were always staring at the porridge in the bowl, so tight, like a kitten begging the owner to feed her.

He can also feel his light breathing spray on the top.

Crispy.

Mojingdeep fed a spoon of porridge to her mouth: “Open your mouth. ”

The warmth of the season was very good. He opened his mouth very nicely. When he swallowed it, he just felt like the taste buds were awakened. It smelled so good.

She was satisfied to see that she was willing to eat and had a big appetite. Mojing laughed deeply, just one bite and fed her the whole bowl.

Seasons are warm and full of food to lie back in bed and enjoy the deep care of the ink.

“It's all sweaty. Can I take another shower?” She asked softly.

“The fever hasn't gone down completely, we'll wash it in the morning. ”

“But it's so hard to get wet and sticky...”

“Hold on one night.” He can't leave his beak off, he just leaves the faint wall lamp in front of the bed: "Sleep a few more hours and take another temperature test after dawn. ”

Mo Jingdeep lay beside her, and SeaWarm began to gather around him until he held me in his arms, while patting her on the back to get her to bed. SeaWarm put her head on his arm and whispered: “You just took me out of the bathtub...”

Mo Jingdeep didn't speak.

She blurred again: “You've seen me all. It's not too much to take me in for another bath. I didn't say anything..."

Ink depth: “…”

……

Ultimately, because of the cleanliness of not being able to sleep without a bath, Season Warm finally let Mojing hug her and take another bath.

She washed herself easily sprayed with fragrance all over her body, and she felt better. Most of her illness appeared to have been taken back to bed by him in a bath towel.

But this time, Mo Jing Deep did not sleep with her again.

Seasonal warmth turned over and looked at the man sleeping with his strange back under the dusky soft wall lamp, lifting his fingers and poking him in the back.

“Why did you turn your back on me?” She asked how mute the voice was.

Mo Jingdeep did not answer, holding her clumsy little hand behind his back and pressing down.

“Sleep.” He whispered that there was an anonymous dark mute hidden in his low voice.

Seasonal Warm felt that he was supposed to be sick, so suddenly there was a little bit of delicacy in his heart, and then the glass heart suddenly stopped, because he was unhappy with his back, simply approached him directly, leaned behind him, picked his hands on his shoulder, and put his face on his back.

“Can you turn around and let me sleep in your arms?”

“ …… ”

“Just fine. What's it to sleep on my back all of a sudden? ”

“ …… ”

Hearing her whisper again like a mosquito, he sighed slightly and turned around, still holding her in her arms as she wished.

At the moment he turned around, the season warm suddenly felt the change in his lower body...

So what... she seems to know why...

Is it too late for him to turn his back again?

Mo Jingdeep is now unable to see the waves of her eyes, hugging her, and pressing her head in his arms.

“Let me give you a bath when you're better.” He bit her in the ear with a low, dumb voice, but with a hidden, blushing threat: “I don't mind washing all night with you! ”

Seasonal warmth instantly became honest and the rules didn't move at all in his arms.

But she couldn't sleep right now, her hands grabbed the delicate buttons in front of his shirt, and felt like he wasn't moving, but she shouldn't be able to sleep easily in this situation.

She raised her head and looked at the man from this angle of his chin, handsome from any angle to impeccable.

“Have you noticed I've changed a lot?” She asked.

Mo Jing-deep's eyes fell on her for two days, trying to see through her several times, clearly doubting her change, but not moving her voice.

In that case, she might as well be proactive.

His hand patted gently behind her, like a child who couldn't sleep and was always looking for a topic to talk to, unanswered.

“So you like me like this now? Or do you like me?” Her gaze under the wall lamp was bright as a moon, and even a fever could not obscure the light in her eyes.

“It's all you. What's the difference?” He spoke slowly.

“Of course there is a difference, I used to refuse to accept our marriage, but now I'm trying very hard to get close to you ~” Season Warm buried his head in his neck, mute slightly: “It was you who was nice to me before, even if I was always messing around, you never stopped walking closer to me. Whether or not you think it's too sudden for me to change right now, but please don't doubt my heart, even if there's a hundred steps between us, you've already taken dozens of steps, even if you're tired, then leave the rest to me, let me go, let me do it, let me learn to cherish all this, let me have you..."

The air fell silent for a while.

Seasonal Warm wanted to see Mo Jing's face at this time, and she had never told anyone that for two generations.

But she tried to lift her head, but he held her tight in his arms, even her head tightly between his neck, for a moment and a half, she couldn't lift it.

“Ink depth...”

He still hasn't spoken.

“What I just said is serious, I'm not confused, I...”

All of a sudden, she hears his mute voice over her head: "If you go on, I'm afraid there's no way to take your health into account anymore. Are you sure you want to keep messing with me? ”

The season was slightly warm and surprising.

She's a white girl. Is that a joke?