Not suitable for children and not suitable for children, Meng Fang felt that he needed a pack of decontamination powder.

At this moment, Yue Zheng's low, hoarse voice came: "Put things on the head of the bed and get out."

"...Yes, young master." Meng Fang forced himself to look away from the young master's lower abdomen, the strange black hair exposed under the quilt.

Miss Muer and Master, this progress is too fast.

No, no, it's more than fast, it's unrestrained.

Even if they have been separated for more than two years, they won't have to cough, cough, cough...

Meng Fang didn't dare to think about it anymore, put the medicine and water cup on the bedside table, and retired it respectfully.

He didn't dare to go anywhere, only moved a chair and guarded the door, in case someone with short eyes entered and disturbed the young master and Miss Muer.

*

In the room, when Meng Fang went out, the quilt was lifted by Yue Zheng.

Meng Fang thought that perhaps Qiao Mu'er, who was burying his head in Yue Zheng's lower abdomen, was actually in a coma that was burning and confused.

She instinctively hugged Yue Zheng, just wanting to keep warm.

The high fever kept her forehead temperature, but her body was so cold.

Yue Zheng hugged her, let her lean in his arms, took a sip of the water glass and tried the water temperature.

Only then fed the anti-fever medicine into her mouth.

However, the bitterness of the medicine spreads.

But Qiao Mu'er was in a coma, before he had time to drink, he instinctively spit out the bitter pill in his mouth.

Her face was wrinkled, and she surrounded her pitifully, humming softly in her mouth, and even her little nose wrinkled and seemed very dissatisfied.

Yue Zheng couldn't remember how long he hadn't seen such a naive and headstrong Mu'er.

She habitually wraps herself with the image of indifference and professional women, but conceals her truest side.

Seeing Mu'er like this, Yue Zheng's blue pupils flickered slightly.

The next moment, the man bowed his head and decisively opened a new pill and put it into his mouth.

After taking another sip of warm water, he lowered his head, and put the water in his mouth together with the pills into Qiao Mu'er's slightly dry mouth.

Qiao Mu'er obviously didn't like the bitter and astringent warm water suddenly poured into her mouth.

But the man prying her lips open was extremely skillful, and his tongue drove straight in, making Qiao Mu'er who was in a coma unable to resist.

His entire breathing seemed to be under his control.

The little woman who was deep in the nightmare, at this moment, felt that she was more completely wrapped in the halo.

It was as if the coldness just now had been dispelled.

The pill was finally taken by Qiao Mu'er along the liquid, but Yue Zheng, who kissed her, could no longer tell whether it was bitter or sweet in his mouth.

He can endure everything, but he is far away from her.

But like this, Mu'er, who was hugging him tightly, kissed deeply, and felt her breath...Tonight, somewhere where she had been picked up many times over and over again, she raised her head again.

The night is still long...

Qiao Muer didn't know how long she had slept, but she only remembered being deep in a dark dream, sometimes cold and hot and burning.

When she finally opened her eyes, everything around her was familiar. It was her room.

She was sour and tired all over her body, as if she was seriously ill.

Just thinking of this, Qiao Mu'er tilted her head but saw two strange faces.

A man and a woman stood by her bed.

And she was infusion with a needle in the back of her left hand.

what's going on?

[Two updates first, there will be one more update before 0:00 in the evening if something is going on]