Feng Sujin gradually woke up under Jun Mohan's comfort and calling, looking a little confused and with tears in her eyes.
Jun Mohan kissed away her tears, "Do you feel okay?"
"What is wrong with me?"
Feng Sujin didn't quite remember what happened. She just felt that her whole body was exhausted and a little tired.
"You were dreaming and don't remember what you did?"
Feng Sujin shook her head, "I don't know."
She felt her eyes were a little moist and raised her hand to touch them, "I cried."
"Well, you get up and take a rest first. Then go to bed later and I'll heat up a glass of milk for you."
Feng Sujin grabbed Jun Mohan's sleeve and said, "Don't leave, I... I don't drink milk."
Feng Sujin, who had just woken up, had a fragile look in her eyes, with a look of dependence on Jun Mohan. She was a little nervous, for fear that Jun Mohan would leave.
This kind of her touched the softest part of Jun Mohan's heart.
He touched Feng Sujin's head and said, "I won't leave."
However, Feng Sujin broke out in a sweat and needed to add some water and nutrition.
Finally, Jun Mohan picked up Feng Sujin in the same manner as a child, "You need to eat something, I will hold you so you know I won't leave."
Feng Sujin felt warm in her heart. She always felt that her husband, Mr. Jun, always pampered and indulged her unconditionally.
Although she didn't know what she was dreaming about, she felt cold all over, empty in her heart, and in need of a sense of security.
The only person who can give her a sense of security is her Mr. Jiajun.
Jun Mohan hugged Feng Sujin and walked out. Feng Sujin suddenly woke up and insisted on coming down. This is not the apartment. Once out, people with guards will see it.
Jun Mohan squatted down, "Come up, I'll carry you."
Feng Sujin's heart suddenly felt hot and warm, "No, I can leave by myself."
"Do you want to be carried on my back?"
Just one sentence made Feng Sujin's nose sore. Do you want to? Of course I thought about it.
"If you want, come up and I'll carry you. After this time, you may not be able to enjoy it next time."
Feng Sujin didn't hesitate anymore and leaned over Jun Mohan's back. Jun Mohan got up and carried her step by step towards the kitchen next to the house.
Feng Sujin rested her head on Jun Mohan's shoulder, feeling particularly safe and unparalleled.
"Mo Han, you have never left your back to others, right?"
When she was training here, the training instructor said, don't leave your back to others, that is the most unsafe behavior.
Jun Mohan must have such strong thoughts in his bones, but he still carried her behind his back, so how could she not be moved.
Jun Mohan's footsteps paused, and the meaning behind his back was extraordinary. He just said softly: "My Ajin is no one else, she is my lover and my family."
Just one sentence showed his attitude and trust.
Feng Sujin felt moved and warm in her heart. She thought that even in the future, she would help him block the danger on his back and use her body to block him, as long as he was safe.
If he dared to carry her, she would dare to use her body to protect her from danger.
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Going to the kitchen, the kitchen chefs in the dark pavilion were almost shocked when they saw Mr. Jun carrying the young lady on his back. Even though they knew that Mr. Jun cared about the young lady, this scene still shocked them.
Because carrying it like this does not represent the slightest bit of emotion.
In the secret pavilion, everyone has their own things to do on weekdays. Only when they are on a mission, they have an unsheathed sword. Even if they are hidden in the crowd on weekdays, no one can tell their identities.
In addition to training and going on missions, the chefs usually stay in the kitchen and cook.