Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Season warm raised his hand and tried to hit him in the face again. This time, the man grabbed her wrist directly, lowered his eyes and pressed him against her, looking at her definitively.

“Looking at your momentum, are you going to spend the rest of your life beating me up?” The man's voice was shallow and faint, and he didn't feel as grumpy as she did, as if the wind was just asking her what she wanted to eat tomorrow.

Seasonal warm lips were shaking, but they couldn't speak. For half a day, they were still just squeezing out the words: “You are horrible...”

Mojing snapped her lips slightly: “I take that as a compliment? ”

She wouldn't look at a man and laugh so hard.

She never thought that all her experiences over the past three years, struggling, changing, growing up, were under his control, and she thought she had soared, but then there was the line he was holding.

Seasonal warmth moved in his arms again. The tears that just came out of the tears had dried up, but they were still red. Plus, she still had no fever. Her cheeks were also red. The whole person looked like they were about to be cooked.

The man gently touched her hair and rubbed it on top of her hair like a soothing rub: "Come on, don't make a scene, I think your strength should be consuming. ”

He was right.

Seasonal Warm just now didn't know where it was coming from. He fought madly for half a day, but most of his strength was used on pillows.

At this moment, she was all sour and soft and couldn't lift her arms. She could only move in secret, but because the two bodies were so tight together, she could feel the change in the man's lower body every time she moved.

Until he felt his tummy tucked by him, and when the season warmed, he stared at him violently: "Shameless filthy bastard! I can't believe I'm doing this to you! ”

The man was still thinking about how to fool her, and was laughed at instantly by the woman's words.

He looked down at her and rubbed her hair with patience: "I thought I was craving you now. You made it clear last night. It's been more than three years. You think you can fill this area overnight? ”

The warm face of the season has no expression. If she is now red with red eyes and burnt with red face, even if there is no expression on her face, the whole person does not look so indifferent. Instead, she looks cute in his eyes.

The smile in a man's eyes is even bigger: “You don't know what restraint I had to put up with last night. If you hadn't burned into a coma today, I would have made you lie in bed all night, crying and crying. ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

She frowned: "Don't press me! Get up!”

The more he presses her like this, the more dangerous she moves.

She can't stand the way he does it now.

“No more fuss?” Man whispers.

Seasonal warmth closes his eyes and turns his head: “No strength. ”

The answer was ambiguous, but it probably meant if she had the strength, how could she possibly have tortured it?

The man smiled and photographed her on the head like a kid. This let her go, got up, and glanced at the hair and some sweat stains that had been glued to her forehead for the season. "It's not useless to toss this up for a while, at least it finally tore the sweat out. ”

The season was warm and I lifted my hand and touched my head. I sweated.

That means she'll have a fever soon.

Seasonal warmth stopped moving, lay on the bed and turned over, close your eyes for a rest.

Seeing her sweating more and more this time, the fever may be really going away, Ink turned deep into the bathroom and gave her a bath water.

A few minutes later, the man came out and saw the warmth of the season still laying in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed, without pillows, just lying so still, obviously not asleep.

“After sweating for a while, take a bath after the fever, the water is ready. ”

Seasonal warmth, ignoring the depth of the ink, still stays still on the bed.

She did not sleep. She looked out the window with her eyes open while Ink was in the bathroom. She heard him come out and she closed her eyes again.

She was sweating all the time, and the pajamas that the man had just forced her to change had been soaked with sweat all of a sudden, and she didn't know how badly she had been burning for a day, and finally she was sweating, but so much had happened.

Watching the little woman sweat like she was lying there still, Ink Jing walked over deeply, caressed her hand on her sweaty forehead, and touched her red little face again.

Seasonal warmth did not move, did not avoid his hands, but opened his eyes and looked out the window, why did not he go to see him?

Quite a temper.

Mojing lowered: “Shall I take you to wash? ”

She still wouldn't move, her face would be even deeper, and she wouldn't even look at him in the corner.

The man picked up the electron thermometer by the bed and measured it for her. The temperature dropped a lot after sweating, and now it's only 37 degrees 2.

He put down the thermometer, his long arm directly held the bed like a woman caught out of the water because she was sweating. Before seasonal warmth could be earned, people had been held by men beside the bed, and there was nothing to dislike the sweat on her. His hands were on her back through her already wet pajamas, and he patted lightly: “It is also time to lose temper. ”

Season Warm doesn't want to talk to him, he feels angry looking at him.

Seeing her face was not cooperating, Mo Jingdeep didn't let her go. She sat down directly on her lap and circled her whole person in her arms. At the same time, the warm head of the season sounded a man's low and heavy voice: “Say it, how can you quench it? ”

Seasonal warmth can't tell if it's Qi or what, but there are a lot of things that can't be digested for a while.

But he never told her about it, and it was always hidden, and every conscious or unconscious decision and behavior of her was as if he could have predicted it.

She didn't have much strength to earn money with him at this time, but when he held her in his arms like this, she looked up and saw the man's face always calm and calm, as if he was right no matter what he did, and as if everything was in his expectations, including every emotion of hers, she was now like a grumpy, ignorant little woman, the whole person was blowing up in his arms.

“Mo Jingdeep, have you thought about my feelings? ”

The man's arms around her were still tattooed, his eyes stared at her in darkness, and he said faintly: “I thought about it, and I knew you'd have a temper, so you didn't see me all the time? Leave it to you? ”