But Wen Momo was confused. She thought that at this juncture... Brother Jingling had gone to attend a wedding banquet... How could he come here to find her...
So for a moment, Wen Momo sat on the bed, looking at him with a dull face, her dark eyes unblinking, as if she wanted to read some information that she could understand from brother Jingling's expression.
But in fact, Jing Ling's expression didn't change at all. He just stared at her in silence for a while, and finally said slowly: "Don't you want some water?"
Jing Ling still held the cup of tea in her hand.
Wen Momo pursed her red lips, lowered her eyebrows slightly, stretched out her two small hands to take the tea cup in his hand, lowered her neck, held the cup and took a sip of tea obediently. .
After taking a few sips of tea quietly, Wen Momo finally recovered and raised her head slowly. Her face was unknowingly stained with a light blush. Because she was sick, she looked so... It was a drunken red as if after drinking, soft and pleasant.
Jing Ling pinched her Adam's apple and said unnaturally, "I heard you have a high fever."
Wen Momo's face was still red, and she said softly, "Yes", "It's much better now."
Wen Momo lowered her head again as she spoke, her curved eyelashes pressed softly against her eyes. She was a little shy and tried to hide her expression. She asked in a low voice: "Brother, didn't you go to the wedding of His Highness the Crown Prince?" ?”
"I'm going." Jing Ling pursed her thin lips and said calmly, "I heard you were sick, so I came here to take a look."
Wen Momo couldn't help but raise her head, but she just glanced at Jing Ling, and then quickly lowered her eyebrows. She didn't know how to describe such a young but heart-pounding feeling, so she just I know that kind of feeling has been repeated in my heart a thousand times, lingering in my heart for many times, but I still like it... I like it so much.
Wen Momo lowered her head and said nothing, and was too embarrassed to speak.
But Jing Ling couldn't help but said: "Shall I check your pulse?"
Wen Momo bit her lip slightly, made a soft nasal sound from her nose, and said "hmm" in a small voice.
Then, he obediently stretched out his little hand.
She was actually not afraid, but nervous.
Nervous and looking forward to it.
It was obvious that her brother had never held her hand before, but the feeling of holding hands was completely different from the feeling at this moment.
Wen Momo's fingers were very beautiful, very slender and soft, as pleasing to the eye as white porcelain, with even and beautiful finger bones. Her small hand stretched out towards him cautiously.
Even so, even so... Jing Ling could no longer suppress the undercurrent in his heart, but on the surface he still didn't go beyond that. He didn't even sit beside her bed. Instead, he moved a round stool over and sat on it. Coming down, Jing Ling lowered his head and held her hot little hand with one hand, while the other hand gently pressed on her wrist to feel her pulse.
From the beginning to the end, Jing Ling's expression looked normal, and there was nothing wrong with it.
But Wen Momo relied on Jing Ling to feel her pulse and looked at Jing Ling blatantly.
She seemed to have forgotten that she said not to pay attention to her brother's words anymore.
It seems that as soon as her brother gives her a little sweetness, she uncontrollably wants to talk to him and play with him.
Could it be... is what my brother said right
Is it really because someone else gave Momo a little sweetness that she couldn't resist the temptation
(End of chapter)