Jing Ling frowned and took his hand out of hers. Wen Momo hugged his hand with both hands unconvinced. Then Jing Ling raised his eyes to look at her. He was about to say something, but saw Wen Momo twisted her little eyebrows and stared at him fiercely, so cute that Jing Ling couldn't help but slightly curl her lips.
"Brother!" Wen Momo saw that he was clearly trying to make fun of him, and she immediately became even more angry.
Jing Ling lowered his eyes, coughed, and said calmly: "I may have contracted the epidemic, so I asked you to go back quickly."
Hearing this, Wen Momo's eyes suddenly widened, "Then, then it's even more impossible for me to leave my brother!"
"Nonsense." Jing Ling said with a frown, and tried to move away her two small hands that were holding her tightly. Unexpectedly, Wen Momo was so bold that she threw herself into his arms...
Jing Ling was caught off guard and was thrown into her arms. One of her hands fell in the air and she stiffened slightly.
His arms were filled with her soft and sweet breath, and he was reluctant to push it away.
But Jing Ling didn't want to admit that he would feel this way. He frowned and lowered his head and said, "Momo, get up."
Wen Momo hugged him tightly, lay in his arms and murmured softly, "I'm not sure I'm infected now. If my brother lets me go, I won't infect my parents again. I don't want it."
Jing Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said coldly, feigning anger: "When did you learn to be cunning?"
"This is not cunning, Momo is just... just..." Wen Momo wanted to say something, but was embarrassed to say it. She only said half of it, then she lay in his arms and buried her head again. Her face was light red and she didn't dare to say any more. Go down…
While Jing Ling gently grabbed her little hand, he slowly circled her slender waist, making Wen Momo almost sit on his lap. He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, watching her become more and more excited. Hong's neck, voice hoarse and gentle: "Just what?"
Wen Momo bit her lip and muttered vaguely, "It's nothing..."
If it were normal, Jing Ling probably wouldn't be able to hold on to such a trivial matter, but he was probably sick at the moment, his head was dizzy and hot, and he was holding such a person in his arms. Jing Ling didn't seem to be worried. Planning to let Wen Momo go, he grabbed her little hand, wrapped her in his warm palm, and squeezed her soft and smooth little fingers twice. Wen Momo suddenly screamed in pain, " elder brother… "
"Just what?" Jing Ling asked her half-coaxingly, half-threateningly, squeezing her fingers while talking.
Wen Momo had never thought that Jing Ling would have such a side, but he hurt her hand like this, and Wen Momo was afraid of him, so she had no choice but to answer in a low voice: "I just... want to be with my brother..."
Her breath was very soft, and when she spoke, it was close to his chest, as if soft feathers were sweeping his heart.
Jing Ling squeezed her Adam's apple slightly and lowered her head to see Wen Momo's appearance at this moment.
Because she had just rushed over, her clothes were a little messy, and because she was hugging him, her upper body clothes were slightly lifted up, revealing a small half of her white and tender waist, which was very thin and beautiful, with a slight curvature.
Jing Ling felt that there was a bit of heat in his eyes, and his vision was covered by the hazy light of the lamp on the bedside. However, he only felt that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter. Almost involuntarily, he stretched out his other slender hand. His hands, with warm fingertips, gently touched the small half of her exposed slender white waist.
(End of chapter)