Not suitable for children, not suitable for children, Meng Fang felt that he needed a packet of detergent powder.
At this moment, Yue Zheng's low, cold and hoarse voice came: "Put the things on the bedside and get out."
“…Yes, Master.” Meng Fang forced himself to move his gaze away from the Master’s lower abdomen and the strange black hair that was exposed from under the quilt.
Miss Mu'er and Young Master, this progress is too fast.
No, no, no, it’s more than fast, it’s simply unrestrained.
Even if they have been separated for more than two years, they shouldn't have to cough, cough, cough, cough while having a fever...
Meng Fang didn't dare to think about it anymore. He put the medicine and the cup of water on the bedside table and retreated respectfully.
He didn't dare go anywhere. He just moved a chair and stood guard outside the door to prevent any ignorant people from going in and disturbing the young master and Miss Mu'er.
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Inside the room, when Meng Fang went out, the quilt was lifted by Yue Zheng.
Meng Fang thought that Qiao Muer, who was burying her head in Yue Zheng's lower abdomen and perhaps doing something, was actually in a coma due to the fever.
She instinctively hugged Yue Zheng, just wanting to keep warm.
The high fever kept her forehead warm, but her body was chilled to the bone.
Yue Zheng hugged her, let her lean on his arms, picked up the cup of water and took a sip to test the water temperature.
Then he fed the antipyretic medicine into her mouth.
However, the medicine tasted bitter as it entered the mouth.
While Qiao Muer was in a coma, she instinctively spat out the bitter pill in her mouth before she had time to drink water.
Her face was wrinkled into a ball, and she hugged Yue Zheng pitifully, humming softly, and even her little nose was wrinkled, as if she was very dissatisfied.
Yue Zheng couldn't remember how long it had been since he last saw Mu'er, who was so childish and willful.
She habitually wraps herself in the image of a cold and professional woman, but hides her truest side.
Seeing Mu'er like this, Yue Zheng's blue eyes flickered slightly.
The next moment, the man lowered 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 passed the water and the pills in his mouth into Qiao Muer's slightly dry mouth.
Qiao Muer obviously didn't like the bitter warm water that suddenly poured into her mouth.
But the man pried open her lips with great skill, and his tongue went straight in, leaving the unconscious Qiao Muer powerless to resist.
His entire breathing seemed to be under his control.
The little woman who was deeply trapped in the nightmare felt that she was more completely wrapped up in the halo at this moment.
It was as if all the coldness just now was dispelled.
Qiao Muer finally swallowed the pill along with the liquid, but Yue Zheng, who was kissing her, could no longer tell whether the taste in his mouth was bitter or sweet.
He could endure everything only when he was away from her.
But like now, hugging Mu'er tightly, kissing her deeply, feeling her breath... Tonight, a certain place that has been aroused over and over again, raised its head again.
The night is still long...
Qiao Muer didn't know how long she had slept. She only remembered that she was deeply trapped in a pitch-black dream, sometimes feeling cold and sometimes burning hot.
When she finally opened her eyes, everything around her was familiar; it was her room.
She felt sore, weak and tired all over, as if she had suffered a serious illness.
Just as she was thinking this, Qiao Muer turned her head and saw two unfamiliar faces.
A man and a woman were guarding her bedside.
There was an IV drip in the back of her left hand and she was receiving an IV.
What is going on
Two updates first. I have something to do tonight and I will update one more before 0:00 p.m. (To be continued)