MTL - The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You-Chapter 16 No, I am here tonight.

Chapter 16 is not necessary, I am here tonight.

Ink Jing saw her appearance and gave her body temperature directly. Then the season warmed him and said, "Thirty-nine degrees."

"Yeah! How did the wife suddenly take a shower and burn it like this? The temperature is too high!" Chen Yi was anxious to hear: "The wife was sick before, but she kept shutting herself in the room. I don’t want to take medicine or eat it. I don’t know what to do. Fortunately, this time Mr. Mo is at home, otherwise...”

"Go get the ice bag." Ink faintly interrupted her words.

The cockroach of Chen Yu’s mouth stopped immediately, and then hurried out to find an ice pack.

Ji Wen knows that every time he catches a cold, he will definitely have a fever. He has been used to it for a long time. Mo Jingshen is also clear, so he often swears that she should not catch cold.

"Come on, take medicine." Mo Jingshen took her up from the bed.

She sat, leaned on his arms, did not make a move, only frowned when he fed the antipyretic medicine to her mouth. She used to take very little medicine because she used to drink Chinese medicine every day after she was cold. Nursed back, she was later rejected for any bitter medicine, preferring to sleep for a few days and do not want to take medicine.

"Be obedient, eat the medicine." Mo Jingshen snorted her low.

She put her head in his arms and opened his eyes to see him. His eyes were a little begging. Can you not eat?

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Is it necessary for me to feed you to eat?"

The warmth of the season is curious and whispered: "What method?"

Is it necessary to prepare a few sugar for her? When I was young, I used to take a lot of fruit candy on the bedside.

However, the sugar in the expectation was not, and Mo Jingshen sent the medicine directly to his own mouth under her attention.

The season warmed up and understood, came up and blocked his hand, and then carefully pressed his hand to feed the medicine into his mouth.

Although she did not object to feeding him in a narcissistic manner, she did not want to infect him with a cold.

Bitterly spread in the mouth, she frowned, busy taking the glass he had handed, drank a large mouthful of warm water, swallowed the medicine, but felt that the **** was bitter.

"so bitter."

"I know that I can't catch cold. I don't even wear a coat when I go out. Do you want to be locked out in the Imperial Garden every autumn and winter?" Mo Jing deeply touched the hair still wet on her head, and said: " Sit well, don't lie down, blow your hair dry and sleep."

The warm season is still in his arms and he refuses to move. He just drank a few mouthfuls of water and felt no longer as uncomfortable as he was, but he did not have much strength.

Seeing her ill and full of dependence, Mo Jing deep sighed, simply got up and found the hair dryer, and got the bed and plugged in the electricity.

Sitting on the bed in the warm season, I really didn't have the strength to blow my hair. She turned her head and looked at him. She just wanted to sprinkle a little and let him blow for herself. When she hadn't said it, she heard the sound of the hair blowing in his hand.

The warm wind blew through her hair and warmly blew over her scalp. She was still a little dizzy, and because of those nightmares, she felt that her mental state was like stepping on the edge of the cliff. It was tight, but this sudden warmth and comfort made her whole person relax in an instant, and after a few minutes of blowing, there was a deep sleepiness.

Cold medicine and antipyretics have a little hypnotic ingredient, and the season is warm and closed, and sleepy.

When the hair is thoroughly dried, the ink is turned off and the hair is turned off.

Mo Jingshen shot her to hold her, seeing her sleep too fast, so quietly leaning on his arms, only her quiet and even breathing in the air.

He sighed softly and leaned over to comfort her in the bed.

She was just completely soft and relaxed in his arms, and the darkness of the ink was deep and deep, and she felt cold in her hand.

The body was hot, but the hand was very cold. He breathed slightly, took her hand and placed it in the palm of his hand. After a while, he seemed to think of something, and the light looked at her white feet outside the bath towel.

Touching the past, she found that her feet are also cold, as cool as the hands, especially in his palm, which makes him frown.

The warm season snorted softly in his sleep, as if he was comfortably squatting because of the warmth of the warmth of his hands and feet.

Mo Jingshen put the quilt on her, making sure that she only had her head up and down, her hand gently stroking over her hot forehead, and slowly sliding down the soft hair along her head.

In fact, the warmth of the season is not practical, but the body is hot, the whole body is covered, the heat is getting more and more uncomfortable, faintly earned, but he is held down.

"Mr. Mo." Chen Hao pushed the door open and put the ice bag to the side. When the season warmed up, he whispered, "I just re-doed something for my wife. I also cooked the porridge and asked her to Got to eat some? She hasn't eaten yet."

"The porridge is hot, wait for her to wake up and eat again."

Even if she is allowed to sit up, it is estimated that it is difficult to even open her mouth.

"Okay, then... sir, let's go to rest, give it to me here, I will take care of my wife."

"No, I am here tonight."

......

Although the warmth of the season is very sleepy, I have been sleeping very unsteadily. I feel that my bedside is like a depression when I am half-awake. She has already sweated some of her body. It is particularly uncomfortable with wet and sticky eyes. They were all self-disgusted expressions. After a few seconds, she was taken into her arms, and the quilt on her body was firmly covered, and no gaps were revealed.

"It's too hot..." she said confusedly.

Mo Jingshen held her by her side and will be covered by her quilt that she tried to kick once.

Until her hands and feet are not so cold, the body has dropped a lot of sweat because of sweating, and Mo Jingshen caressed her sweaty hair: "Forbearance, forbearance, it will not be so uncomfortable again. ?"

She is quiet.

In the middle of the night, the warmth of the season suddenly woke up for a while, looking at the man who was close at hand.

Because of her high fever, she had some bloodshot eyes and looked at him silently.

After watching her for a minute, Mo Jingshen opened her eyes and said, "Wake up? Chen Hao has always given you porridge to get hot, get up and eat."

He got up.

The season is warm and his hand is not willing to let go: "I don't eat, don't go..."

The dependence and attachment in the voice are unmasked.

The action that Mo Jingshen wanted to pull his hand was so in place.

It’s not surprising that it’s just that the fever is uncomfortable. It’s so fragile and scary that it shouldn’t appear on the warm season.

(End of this chapter)