Her lips were wet and stained with saliva, and they were stuck to him. Her teeth were nibbling lightly, which made Jun Mohan unbearable.
His body tensed, as if there was a kind of dormant animal blood surging, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and the arm holding Feng Sujin involuntarily tightened his strength.
His throat moved.
But Jun Mohan had strong self-control, and the darkness in his eyes faded away in a moment, and he sighed helplessly.
I don’t know what she dreamed about, but she actually started to chew on him.
Jun Mohan wanted to push Feng Sujin away from his arms temporarily, but even though Feng Sujin was asleep, she was obviously unwilling to leave the "delicious food".
Feng Sujin ate very little in the morning. She was frightened in the morning and was sweating. She didn't eat at noon and fell asleep like this.
She was actually very hungry. In her dream, she dreamed of delicious food and also dreamed of eating chicken legs.
She is really, really hungry...
But she was about to eat it, so why was the chicken leg so far away from her
"Well, I need to be hungry..."
When Jun Mohan pushed Feng Sujin away, he seemed to hear her quiet talk in her sleep.
Jun Mohan stood up and sat down, and touched Feng Sujin's head. It was slightly warm. He understood that she was frightened and would have a fever. Even if she was sleeping, her consciousness would be a little confused.
He frowned, knowing that he would give Feng Sujin some cold medicine.
Thinking of her saying she was hungry, Jun Mohan got up and went to the kitchen and cooked some porridge for her himself. Then he took out the cold medicine that Qiu Wenzheng had put before, took out a piece of cooling medicine, crushed it with chopsticks and put it in the porridge, stirring it a bit. , let the medicine melt into the porridge.
Then, Jun Mohan returned to the bedroom.
He sat by the bed for a while, his expression changed, and he sighed inwardly. After all, he couldn't bear to wake her up!
He took a sip of the porridge and fed it to Feng Sujin with his mouth.
The porridge made by Jun Mohan tastes very good, and for Feng Sujin, it is a unique and favorite taste in her heart.
Ever since Jun Mohan cooked porridge for her for the first time, she had remembered the taste.
So when Jun Mohan kissed her lips, he gave her mouth to mouth to Feng Sujin.
In a daze, Feng Sujin drank the familiar and favorite porridge, and naturally she was greedy for it. She couldn't help but suck the tip of Jun Mohan's tongue, greedy for every smell of the porridge, and was unwilling to let "it" go.
The temperature in Jun Mohan's heart that had dropped was suddenly stirred up by Feng Sujin unconsciously.
The blood also began to surge, and his eyes sparkled with a swirling light.
After all, she made him lose his mind. Jun Mohan stopped pushing out and continued to kiss Feng Sujin, swallowing the fragrant breath in her mouth.
Feng Sujin murmured unconsciously, "Well..."
She made a moving voice that made Jun Mohan's heart feel like it was burning with fire and about to explode.
He sat up suddenly, his breathing slightly disordered.
He looked at Feng Sujin and sighed: "It's really fatal!"
He continued to take a sip of porridge and feed it to Feng Sujin.
After a bowl of porridge was fed to Feng Sujin, Jun Mohan whispered in Feng Sujin's ear: "Ajin, when you get better, I will take back even the interest."
Although he knew that Feng Sujin might not be able to hear it, Jun Mohan still wanted to say it.
When he said it, it meant that she agreed.
Jun Mohan's domineering spirit was also fully demonstrated.
After Feng Sujin's temperature subsided, Jun Mohan was relieved, but she didn't know what happened this time. The fever started to come back again and again, and she didn't wake up until the night.
Jun Mohan couldn't wake her up even if she called her.