Tolerance: "......"

His movements, although delicate, are clean and pure.

There is no other excessive, undesirable behavior.

But Rong Wu's body still went from being stiff and unable to move, to not being able to help but tremble slightly.

His hand was under the quilt, clutching the sheets tightly.

Pulled out the ambiguous folds.

Every minute and every second seemed to become slow and long, and the movements between his fingers made her soul go out of her body.

I don't know when, he finally ended.

Rong Yu's face was burning and hot.

She didn't know if he could see it, she could detect it, but she couldn't care so much, she tried her best, and she almost broke down.

He dressed her in loose pajama pants, pulled up the quilt for her, and tucked it gently.

Every movement is so gentle.

And then.

Rong Mo was vaguely aware that his gaze fell on her face.

Su Xian looked at his unusually flushed cheeks, and his eyes darkened slightly.

Rong Yu only felt the mild and cold aura on his body, and the next second, his fingers lightly touched her hot cheeks and forehead.

It seems to be feeling her temperature.

The green silk on her forehead was wet with fragrant sweat, and her cheeks were crimson, as if she really had a fever.

Su Xian pursed his lips lightly, frowned slightly, went to the bathroom, the sound of water sounded, and soon he came out, and when he came out again, he was holding a white towel in his hand.

He walked up to her and wiped her with a warm towel.

Rong Yu felt all that he had done for himself: "......"

The bottom of my heart instantly filled with heat.

Iron against her heart.

At this moment, she knew deeply that Su Xian still loved her.

Otherwise, he would have forsaken himself and gone.

If she hadn't pretended to be asleep, she wouldn't have found out all this, it turned out that after she was sick and unconscious, he treated her like this.

After wiping it up, there was a silence in the air.

Suddenly, Rong Mo felt his breath get closer.

Warm, falling next to their cheeks.

Like, as if he was going to ......

Her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes......

When he opened his eyes, there was silence in the air.

It was as if I couldn't hear the heartbeat of the two people, and it was completely still.

Rong Mo looked at him who was close at hand in front of him, and suddenly his throat slid slightly.

Su Xian propped her arms on the head of her bed.

He leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.

And at this moment, Rong Yu couldn't help but open his eyes, and his gaze instantly hit him.

“……”

Su Xian's body seemed to be stunned.

He looked at her like that for a moment.

Then suddenly the roots of his ears were stained a thin red, and he was about to get up and leave.

But just as he was about to get up, her hands suddenly hooked his neck, and she raised her head slightly, and quickly touched his lips.

Su Xian: "......"

After kissing him, he lay down honestly, and let go of his hand, his face burned again.

Su Xian got up and turned around.

The body is very straight.

Rong Mo looked at his turning figure, and felt a little lost in her heart, but soon, she saw his crimson ears: "......"

Su Xian stood silently for a while, and was about to leave without saying anything.

Rong Yu said suddenly, "I'm so thirsty, my throat hurts......"

At this opening, she frightened herself, her voice was hoarse, and she had a thick nasal voice, which made people feel distressed.

Su Xian instantly stood still.

Then go to the table and pour her water.

He still lowered his head slightly, not looking at her, but what she asked him to do, he seemed to do everything, hard work.