Chapter 17 (1/2)

”Or is it hard?” He sat back beside the bed, hugged her in his arms and touched her head.

Ji Nuan shakes his head, but he is full of dependence and is tired of tilting in his arms: ”much better.”

Mrs. Chen should have been uneasy all the time. She passed by at the door in the middle of the night, and when she heard the noise inside, she hurried to serve porridge.

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

Mo took the bowl with his empty hand: ”no, I'll do it.”

Chen sister-in-law is surprised that Mo Jingshen can't walk away after Ji Nuan has a fever. It seems that the two strangers are really going to have a good life.

Mrs. Chen smiled and didn't disturb again. She quickly quit the room and closed the door gently.

Ji Nuan smells the taste of white porridge. There seems to be some minced meat foam in it. It's very fragrant. She looks into the bowl at the moment, and is even hungry.

Mo took his hand from her and leaned slightly. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and let her sit up and lean right in his arms.

Although jinuan's head is not so dizzy, he is still weak and weak. He leans on his chest like he has no bones, and his forehead seems to stick to his chin if not.

Her eyes were always fixed on the porridge in the bowl, so slandered and slandered that she was like a kitten begging the owner to feed her.

At the same time, I can feel his light breath at the top of his hair.

It's crisp.

Mo Jingshen feeds a spoon of porridge to her mouth: ”open your mouth.”

This time, the season is warm and obedient. I open my mouth very obediently. When I swallow it, I just feel like the taste buds are awakened. It's really fragrant.

Seeing that she was willing to eat, and was satisfied with her appetite, Mo Jingshen chuckled, and fed her a whole bowl with just one mouthful.

Season warm eat and drink enough to lie back in bed, enjoy the care of ink depth of field.

”I'm sweating. Can I take another bath?” She asked in a soft voice.

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

”But it's hard to be wet and sticky...”

”One night.” He could not help turning off the light, leaving only the dim wall lamp in front of the bed: ”sleep for a few more hours, and then take a new temperature measurement after daybreak.”

Mo Jingshen lies down beside her, and Ji Nuan begins to lean towards him until he holds her in his arms and pats her on the back to let her go to bed. Ji Nuan puts his head on his arm and whispers, ”you just took me out of the bathtub directly...”

Mo didn't speak.

She said vaguely: ”you've seen me all. It's not too much to hold me in for a bath. I didn't say anything just now...”

Mo Jingshen: ”...”

……

In the end, Ji Nuan, who can't sleep without taking a bath, reluctantly lets Mo Jingshen hold her and take another bath.

After washing her body, she felt relaxed. She felt half as sick as before. Then she was wrapped in a bath towel and carried back to bed.

But this time, Mo didn't sleep with her in his arms.

Ji Nuan turns over, looks at the man whose back is facing her sleeping under the dim yellow soft wall lamp, raises his finger and pokes at his back.

”Why turn your back to me?” She asked, still a little dumb.