Wen Yi, "..."
She said calmly, "Let go of my hand and I'll give you some water and medicine."
Mo Shichen sat up with difficulty, half-closed his eyes and said weakly, "Give me the medicine, and then give me the water, one hand is enough."
Wen Yi turned away and looked at him again, "Don't take it so naturally, okay? It's my hand you're holding, and I have the right to take it back without any reason."
The man raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Are you still taking medicine?"
Wen Yi, "..."
With the mentality of not arguing with the patient, she first handed the medicine to his hand, and then picked up the glass. When she handed it over again, the man had already swallowed the medicine without changing his expression, and then took the glass. After passing the water, he raised his head and took a few sips. Finally, he put the glass back to its original place.
Wen Yi watched him lie back after taking the medicine, and was about to pull his hand back, but—
The man's efforts were in vain, and Wen Yi didn't take precautions, so she was caught off guard and fell directly on top of him.
She was stunned, even for a few seconds, and hurriedly tried to get up. Unfortunately, Mo Shichen seemed to have anticipated her movements, and wrapped his arms around her waist, not giving her a chance to get up from him.
"Mo Shichen—"
The man's nasal voice said leisurely, "Cold medicine will help you sleep, sleep with me for a while, I haven't slept all night."
Wen Yi really felt that this man was naturally funny, "Are you out of your mind? Why should I sleep with you?"
He still had the same tone, casual and lazy, "You threw away my things and caused me to get caught in the rain and have a fever. Shouldn't you be responsible?"
Wen Yi struggled for a long time, feeling that her body was hot and she was sweating. The man still hugged her as if nothing was wrong. She was so angry that she punched him in the chest and couldn't help but sarcastically said, "I see you are as strong as a bull." Comparing it with others, it doesn’t look like someone suffering from a cold or high fever.<>”
The man raised his eyes and said, "Can you touch it with your other hand?"
Wen Yi, "..."
"Mo Shichen, don't act rogue to me, let go."
He still ignored her, changed his position, pulled her off his body, and hugged her like a pillow, his head still buried in her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Stop making trouble, I feel uncomfortable. "
Wen Yi really wanted to bite this bastard to death.
Even if you don't listen to what's good, you won't listen to what's bad. Oil won't kill you, and salt won't penetrate.
She shouldn't be near him at all.
Wen Yi was forced to lie next to him, with the man's hot breath in her ears, which made her very upset. She didn't know what she thought of, and she was so irritable that she simply turned her head and looked at his closed eyes, coldly. Liang sneered, "Mo Shichen, don't play this kind of cruel trick with me. I told you last night, I'm not a teenage girl who deliberately went out in the rain to pick up the letters I threw away to act affectionate. This routine—yes, it doesn’t work for me.”
Did he really think that it was the first day she met him and he didn't know how sinister he was
What about picking up letters in the rain? He is Mo Shichen. He just needs to pick them up and find something useful. Let alone picking up useless things, he doesn't even bother to look at them!
Oh, speaking of which, it is useful for him to pick them up. After all, he now... seems to want to chase her back.
Suddenly, the man beside her turned over and restrained her directly. <>
Mo Shichen stared at her condescendingly. He narrowed his eyes and laughed hoarsely, "Mrs. Mo... So you think that I am seducing you by picking up the letter and catching a cold."
A person with a cold breathes extra heavily. He has a fever again, and his temperature is even higher than usual. His breath hits the woman's face, inevitably staining it with a thin red. He pinches her chin with his fingers and chuckles in a low voice. Then he said, "Then you go and come back again... does that mean that my seduction was quite effective, huh?"
Wen Yi turned her face away from those smiling and meaningful deep eyes. Her cold voice was somewhat stiff unconsciously, "Mo Shiqian asked me to come and see if you are really sick or if you are just making excuses." Absenteeism.”
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the man above her angrily, "Have you had enough trouble? Let me go."
Instead of letting her go, Mo Shichen lowered his handsome face and slowly came closer, "It seems to have some effect..." There was a smile in his voice, a playful, careless smile, but It's very secretive, and it only appears sexy and frivolous when it is leaked out occasionally, "But I just think... you threw away my things and I had to pick them up in the middle of the night, and you got caught in the rain and caught a cold, so you need to be punished."
Wen Yi felt as if her breath had been taken away by him, so she simply met his gaze and said mockingly, "For example, have you ever done this to me?"
The man's eyes were pretending to be surprised, as if he was surprised how she could think this way, and his voice was particularly innocent. If the smile on his lips hadn't been too wanton, he said, "I just want... to let you catch a cold too." The taste, so I thought about sleeping together and if I could pass it on to you."
Wen Yi, "..."
She looked at the handsome face close at hand, and seemed to see an evil and bewitching smile, and a low and hoarse voice sounded in her ears, "But this gesture seems to remind me... there is a faster way."
After saying that, the hot thin lips pressed down. <>
Wen Yi's jaw was pinched lightly by his fingers, making it easy for the man to conquer the city. He inserted his soft and strong tongue into her mouth, and entangled her tongue with each other, exchanging each other's kisses* Wen Yi was about to explode with anger. This man really wanted to pass the cold to her!
asshole.
This bastard always turned out to be a bigger bastard than she gave him credit for.
But even though Wen Yi was filled with rage and wished she could tear the man on top of her in half, she was still no match for his weight and strength. Even because he pinched her chin and used magic, she couldn't even control her bite on him. Unable to touch her teeth, she could only let him suck, kiss and bite her to his heart's content, wiping out the sweet mint flavor of toothpaste in her mouth.
When the kiss ended, he finally left her slightly red and swollen lips, bringing out a few extravagant silver threads.
Mo Shichen's fingers rubbed her smooth jawline like he couldn't put it down. He looked down at her charming eyebrows and said softly and slowly, "Mrs. Mo, exchanging body fluids to catch a cold is not okay. Is personal love more thorough?"
Wen Yi's eyes, which were out of focus due to the impact of his extremely skillful deep kiss, finally raised their eyes again, looked into his burning eyes, frowned and asked, "Aren't you too sick to get out of bed? Mo Shichen, are you? Aren’t you just pretending?”
"You underestimate men too much." His hand accidentally penetrated the hem of her skirt, his handsome face was stained with evil temptation, and his voice was even more sexy and fatal, low and hoarse, "Mrs. Mo, I found you Although these professional formal attires are not feminine enough... they are quite attractive."