After a burst of mental disorder and very high fever, Moodys suddenly swayed again and again, trembling and shivering, starting to get cold, and constantly murmured in his mouth: "Cold... I'm cold." ."
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what's the matter with you?" Zhuo Yang put his hand on Moody's forehead, and found that it was still very hot.
But he couldn't help crying with coldness in his mouth, his face was extremely pale, and his lips were as white as paper without a trace of blood.
Moodys was in a semi-drowsy state, his brain burned into a paste, and he couldn't tell who the person in front of him was. He only asked in a daze, "Am I going to die?"
"No, no, my lord..." Zhuo Yang was taken aback by him, and immediately said with certainty: "You won't die, I won't let you die."
But Moodys didn't respond to him.
Zhuo Yang looked at Moodys' current situation, frowned and hesitated a little, then bent down and dropped an almost pious kiss on Moodys' forehead, and quickly made a decision.
He sat on the bed, took off his clothes, shoes and socks, opened the quilt and got into the bed of Moodys, hugged him from behind, intending to warm him with his body temperature.
Moodys hadn't been in contact with a person's body for an unknown period of time, and was suddenly hugged by Zhuo Yang from behind, and immediately struggled reflexively.
Zhuo Yang ignored him, but instead hugged him harder.
"Is it still cold? Your Highness... shouldn't it be cold anymore?" Zhuo Yang hugged him tightly, trying to transmit all his body temperature to the other party, asking in a very gentle tone.
Moodys struggled in the half-dream and half-awake period, frowning, as if he really felt the hot body temperature belonging to Zhuo Yang, it was no longer so cold, and he was obediently letting Zhuo Yang hold him, and his frowning brows eased. Unfolding slowly, closing his eyes is a deep sleep.
Zhuo Yang let out a long sigh of relief when he heard that his breathing became even and regular.
He tightly wrapped Moodys' waist without moving, and took a deep breath between the opponent's neck before reluctantly putting his hanging heart back into his stomach.
Zhuo Yang felt that the smell of Moodys was very good, maybe it was an illusion, or maybe his own filter was too deep, he always felt that this person had a smell of sunshine that made him fascinated.
Even if Moodys has not been in the sun for an unknown period of time, and has been in a cloudy environment, this smell still exists, still strong...
Let Zhuo Yang yearn for.
I was taking care of Moodys, but I don’t know if it’s been too long since I closed my eyes and was too sleepy, or because the bed and Moodys’s temperature is too warm and comfortable to make him feel at ease. After Zhuo Yang put on the quilt for a while, he couldn’t help himself. Closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Before falling into a deep sleep, Zhuo Yang thought in a daze, if he had never met this person, maybe he would not be who he is now, but would become an extremely gloomy person who hates the world and everyone. , Do not believe in justice, do not believe in sunshine, and an extremist who has good people in the world, an anti-socialist.
It is precisely because I met this person and was redeemed by him—
Zhuo Yang would believe that there is justice and light in this world full of darkness.
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This night, Zhuo Yang slept very sweetly, until the sunlight refracted in from outside the window. He moved in a daze, a little vague with the meaning of wanting to open his eyes lazily.
But in the next second, he felt something was wrong.
He was still asleep next to another person and hugged him tightly. It seemed... as if there was something hot and hard against the base of his thigh, which made him feel unusually uncomfortable.
He woke up sharply, and turned around, but suddenly awakened the other person who was sleeping next to him.
Facing those azure blue eyes and most of the burnt face, Zhuo Yang remembered whose bed he was on last night.
It is quite embarrassing for two adults to wake up and find a near stranger lying next to them. Especially, still in such an awkward situation.
The move of Zhuo Yang just now made the part of Moodys in his sleep harder and harder. Looking at Zhuo Yang in his arms early in the morning, Moodys suddenly rushed with blood. It was extremely embarrassing and uncomfortable.
Even though he has lost a leg, his body is not as good as before...
But in terms of physiology, he is still a very normal man with morning erection... According to Zhuo Yang's visual inspection through thin pajamas, his organs are not small...
Moodys's face was terribly ugly.
The two looked at each other, and they were both very embarrassed.
"Why are you in my bed?" After a strange stalemate in the air, Moodys still asked with a cold face and a breath of patience.
He felt the blood rushing to the blue veins on his forehead seemed to be violent.
When encountering this situation, Zhuo Yang was also very embarrassed: "Because, when you had a fever last night, Your Highness, you kept shouting cold, so..."
He seemed to feel that something against his hips was getting hotter and harder.
The two looked at each other.
Zhuo Yang: "..."
"..." Moodys.
It was speechless for a while again.
The blue veins on Moodys' forehead jumped, or he spoke first again: "My legs and feet are not convenient, so... Could you please get out of my bed first?"
"Yes, Your Highness..." Zhuo Yang jumped up from the bed all of a sudden, his whole person was like a cooked shrimp, red from his neck to the earlobe.
Picking up the clothes from the ground and quickly putting them on, he rushed into the toilet all at once.
Moodys' fever subsided early in the morning, and after his fever subsided, the thin golden-haired blue-eyed lion of his Quantum Beast disappeared.
Only Zhuo Yang's nine-tailed fox remained, lying on the ground lonely and lonely.
As soon as the snow-white fox saw his master wake up, when even the noble and glamorous stood up, pricked up his ears and looked at the bed they were on alertly, and saw Zhuo Yang rushing into the toilet. , Keeping a certain distance, looked at Moodys who was lying alone on the bed, and a little weak.
His Royal Highness, who had just reached into the quilt to relieve himself, was surely embarrassed by the ink-black eyes of a nine-tailed fox, and felt as if he had been peeped, and he would take action again.
The already ugly face became more and more ugly.
He took out the quilt and looked at the nine-tailed fox who was also looking at him, and had to wait for a hard part of himself to soften.
The nine-tailed fox was stared at by him for a long while, thinking that the other party was not malicious to him, maybe because he wanted to ask him to pass.
Immediately, he jumped over, ran to the bedside of Moodys, and looked at the stranger vigilantly.
Moodys looked a little familiar, and he ran over to put on the near-quantum beast nine-tailed fox, and his suppressed expression became more and more ugly.
Nine-tailed Fox looked at him under the bed with a dazed expression, quietly and vigilantly observing the person in front of him.
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After Zhuo Yang resolved his physical desires, he consciously left enough time for Moodys to resolve his physical desires. When he came out of the toilet, he saw such a stalemate scene of one person and one fox confronting each other. .
When the nine-tailed fox saw Zhuo Yang come out, even when he jumped behind him, he disappeared.
As if hiding in Zhuo Yang's body, hiding himself.
"His Royal Highness, good morning!" During this time, Zhuo Yang had already sorted out his various expressions, and there was no more embarrassment or discoloration on his face. He smiled as if nothing had happened. If it happened, I said good morning to Moodys.
Moodys's expression has eased a lot, but it is still very ugly. He looked at Zhuo Yang a little coldly, and said: "My illness is cured, you can go out."
He is not used to someone so aggressively invading his territory, even if that person is his legal partner.
He only needs others to let him be alone...
"Although your fever has subsided and your mental power is no longer violent, but your body is still very weak and you cannot go out during the observation period... Therefore, as a person taking care of you, I think I can't go out before you can go out." Zhuo Yang didn't let him be cold, and he walked over to Moodys and sat down with a smile on his face.
Moodys insisted: "I have passed the dangerous period, I can be alone, you see."
"No, I didn't see anything. I think you need someone to take care of it." Zhuo Yang insisted more than him.
Moodys' forehead blue veins jumped: "I said, you don't have anything else to do? It's interesting to be with me like a cripple here?"
He almost laughed at himself.
"At the moment, other than taking care of you, I really don't seem to have anything else to do." Zhuo Yang is not in the oil and salt.
Moodys didn't expect that there are young people who don't have any hobbies, so he loves to spend time with him as a caregiver. Suddenly, Zhuoyang has nothing to do.
If you can't drive him away, you can only let him stay and continue to harass yourself.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the service robot from the crown prince’s mansion came in on time and served breakfast for the two of them. Zhuo Yang took the breakfast from the robot, and sat down in front of Moodys's bed. He scooped up a spoon and feeds it into Moodys' mouth: "Come on, have some breakfast, Your Highness."
"I can come by myself." Moodys wasn't very comfortable with being fed, and when he got up, he wanted to take breakfast from Zhuo Yang.
However, Zhuo Yang relied on himself to be more flexible than Moodys, took a step back, refused to give him breakfast, and insisted to feed himself: "No..."
"I said, I can come by myself." Moodys' forehead veins jumped again, feeling that he was going to be irritated by Zhuo Yang.
As the crown prince, no matter how good his temper... No one has never listened to him like this...
Zhuo Yang took a spoonful of porridge and fed it to his mouth, but refused to give him the bowl: "I said no, but no... Before you are completely cured, I have the final say, Your Highness."
Moodys was helpless and too lazy to argue with the child, so he opened his mouth and let Zhuo Yang feed himself bit by bit.
Zhuo Yang was very careful in feeding. Before each feeding, when he scooped up a spoonful of porridge, he even blew it, for fear that it would burn him in Moody's mouth.
But Moodys was fed so much by him that he felt like a large doll who was forced to play role-playing games with his guide.
And this innocence did not use him as a toy guide—
Still his princess.
This was something that made him desperate enough that he could no longer despair.