Chapter 31:

"Tangtang."
Mo Huai finally approached Ning Mitang, smelling the smell of blood on her body, his voice was trembling all the time, with a bewilderment: "You bleed? Where, where did you hurt?" His dark eyes were already red.
Ning Mitang looked at the blood stains on her body and knew that Mo Huai had misunderstood. She looked at him and her face became paler and paler and bloodless. She felt the fear and panic of the other party, her heart softened and her voice softened. "Ahuai, don't be afraid, this is not my blood."
Holding the man's big hand that was as cold as frost, she found that Mo Huai's palm was actually wet, in cold sweat, and her heart was instantly filled with strange emotions.
Back holding Ning Mitang's big fingers turned white, and when he spoke again, Mo Huai's voice was already hoarse, "Not yours?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm fine, this is not my blood."
"This is not my blood." Ning Mitang repeated surely.
Feeling the warmth in his palm, Mo Huai closed his eyes, his voice was low and soft, "Tangtang, you scared me to death."
After calming down, Mo Huai hurriedly helped Ning Mitang take off her coat and threw it aside, "Tangtang, don't wear it. It makes me feel flustered."
Ning Mitang opened her hands and hugged his waist, feeling the cold body temperature of his body, she sniffed, "Well, I listen to you."
The two sat on the sofa, Ning Mitang leaned against Mo Huai's arms, and as he held him tightly, she whispered softly, slowly telling him what happened today.
"Officer Joe?"
Mo Huai’s attention was placed on the man appearing in the girl’s mouth for the first time. His piercing eyebrows frowned, thinking of the man with a dangerous aura, "Tangtang, stay away from that police officer Qiao, I Don't like him." He muffled, his words were sour.
Ning Mitang raised her head and met his dark and moist eyes. She gently kissed his delicate and cold chin, "Okay, listen to you."
She satisfies his unreasonable request.
Mo Huai felt at ease with the slight tickling of Microsoft's chin, and the corners of his mouth hung up high.
Then he continued to ask, "Tangtang, why are you going to save that old woman?" Mo Huai was not surprised that Ning Mitang could smell the breath of death, after all, he was also coming back from the dead.
Ning Mitang lowered her eyes, playing with the man’s fingers. She was white and slender, with distinct knuckles. I don’t know if it was the cause of his heavy work recently. The knuckles in the palms were covered with thin calluses. .
She gently touched her fingertips, stroked the thin layer of cocoon, and whispered distressedly: "Ahuai, your fingers are a lot rougher."
Then, she seemed to mutter to herself, and as if to explain, "I have an incredible guess." Her black eyes were squiggly, with hopeful light, "You will feel hot in your chest after sucking my blood recently, I guessed. Could it be that your heart is about to come alive..."
She reasoned slowly to him.
The last time her blood changed, after she saved the group of passengers, does that mean that as long as she saves people, her blood will become sweeter and sweeter, and her Ahuai will... ..
Mo Huai put her arms around her slender waist and tightened suddenly, and looked at the girl in her arms in shock.
"Ahuai, yes or no, you can tell by sucking my blood." Ning Mitang handed a finger to the edge of the man's thin lips, "Try it."
White and tender slender fingers pressed against the cold thin lips, with silent temptation.
Mo Huai opened his lips to Shang Ning Mitang's expectant look, held his fingertips, and began to blood.
Ning Mitang relaxed and leaned against Mo Huai's solid chest, feeling the warmth flowing from her fingertips, and she looked forward to it: "How?"
A dim light flashed in Mo Huai's dark eyes, "It's sweet."
"Really?" Ning Mitang's dark eyes lit up.
"Slightly sweeter than before."
Ning Mitang felt that her heart was beating quickly, and she was a little nervous. She speculated that the first point was correct. After saving someone, her blood would become sweet.
Next, Mo Huai felt hot in his chest, the heat feeling more obvious than before.
Ning Mitang smiled like Yan. The guess is true. Does it mean that her A Huai has a chance to become a normal person, has a heartbeat, and has a normal body temperature?
......
In the dark night, the moonlight was as bright as silver, and the cold wind blew, bringing the winter's sorrow, even the silvery moonlight added a bit of coolness.
There were too many things happening during the day, and Ning Mitang was so tired that she fell asleep.
In the dream, she felt very hot, as if something was trapping her, she felt herself trapped in a hard and hot space, a little breathless.
Before long, the feeling became clearer and clearer.
Ning Mitang woke up suddenly from her dream, she opened her eyes, a little dazed.
A magnified handsome face appeared in front of her, and she blinked, a little dazed, thinking that she was not awake and still in her dream.
"Tangtang..."
Mo Huai yelled when the girl in his arms was awake.
The silence in the room was broken. It was not a dream. Mo Huai ran to her bed.
Ning Mitang was a little angry, and was about to speak, but suddenly realized that Mo Huai's forehead was sweating, and under the dim light, she clearly saw the uncomfortable look on his face.
"Ahuai, what's the matter with you?"
Ning Mitang asked anxiously when she woke up instantly.
At this time, she wanted to sit up, but Mo Huai's arm was tightly clasped around her waist, and she couldn't move.
Mo Huai's deep black eyes were a little red, and he held Ning Mitang's hand tightly, "Tangtang, I'm very hot."
"Hot?" Ning Mitang couldn't figure out the situation.
The hot temperature on the man's skin was clearly heard, and she reached out to touch his forehead and found that it was also hot.
"Ahuai, you have a fever?"
For this discovery, she began to panic. Fever is not a scary thing, but for Mo Huai, whose body temperature has been cold, it is incredible.
"Ok?"
Mo Huai was very uncomfortable. He clung to Ning Mitang's soft body and kept rubbing, the bangs on his forehead were wet with cold sweat, his handsome face became paler and he looked so pitiful.
The tall and clinging body was very hot, with a scorching temperature. Ning Mitang didn't know what she had mistyped. Hearing Mo Huai's heavier breathing, she touched his forehead again, "A Huai, the temperature is too high. What should I do?"
How could it be like this?
"Tangtang, it's so hot." He shouted in a hoarse voice.
"Then you let go first, I'll get the thermometer and medicine." Ning Mitang coaxed softly. The temperature in the man's forehead was very high, and she wanted to get the anti-fever medicine.
The big head touched Ning Mitang's neck, rubbed and rubbed, he was confused, and whispered: "Comfortable, I don't want to let it go." The girl's body temperature was cold, and she was very comfortable against it.
Feeling the temperature of the hot hands under her palms, Ning Mitang was worried. She kissed his forehead with an extremely gentle voice, and coaxed: "I'll be back when I go, soon, Ahuai will be obedient."
Mo Huai's eyes were half open, the water vapor was dim, and the girl's lips on his forehead were cold, "Tangtang, if you kiss me, I will feel better."
Ning Mitang put her hand on one side of his face, "Then I will kiss you again and you will let go?"
The soft voice fell in Mo Huai's ears, flicking lightly like the tip of a feather, and he hummed comfortably.
Ning Mitang leaned her face closer to him, trying to kiss his face, but Mo Huai quickly turned her face away, and the next second kiss fell on his thin hot lips. Ning Mitang was slightly surprised, and the kiss ended. When he was about to leave, Mo Huai took the opportunity to grab the cool matte and bite.
He closed his eyes, as if he was thirsty, and gulped the body fluid from his mouth.
"Well......"
The tip of the tongue was tangled by the man's tongue, and she could not speak. Unlike usual, the cold tongue that used to be hot now, entangled Ning Mitang with a sultry heat.
After a while, the surrounding temperature became hot as Mo Huai's body temperature gradually increased.
Ning Mitang's delicate nose was filled with small beads of sweat. Mo Huai held her tightly and she sweated a lot.
"Ahuai...no, no more kisses."
The breath was plundered, Ning Mitang leaned on Mo Huai's body, panting lightly, she felt the temperature of his body getting higher and higher.
The cool breath in his mouth was lost, Mo Huai slowly opened his eyes, and deep in his eyes was a scorching hot light, scorching, "Tangtang, I, I am very hot." His voice was hoarse.
After taking a deep breath, Ning Mitang moved his hand held around his waist, "Hey, bear with him for a while. Just take medicine later."
Mo Huai's eyes were dim, seeing the nervous look on the girl's face, he replied with a sad expression, "Okay."
Ten minutes later, Ning Mitang took out the thermometer from Mo Huai's mouth, and when she looked at the thermometer at 41 degrees, her hands trembled.
"Ahuai, the body temperature is too high, what should I do?" Such a high temperature can easily burn his head.
"Tangtang, I'm hot." Mo Huai looked at Ning Mitang feebly.
Ning Mitang helped him and passed the medicine to her thin lips, "A Huai, take the anti-fever medicine first."
Mo Huai frowned and glanced at the medicine in her palm, a bit disgusted.
"Just take the medicine." Ning Mitang didn't care about him, so she softly coaxed, and directly took the medicine and fed it into his mouth, then brought the water cup to his lips and let him drink a few sips of water.
There was a small desk lamp with dim light on, and the room was very quiet, with only the occasional humming of men.
On the bed, Mo Huai slept unsteadily. His eyes were tightly closed, his thin lips were tightened, and the dim light reflected on his pale face, blurring the contours of his delicate, delicate face. Kind of softness.
Ning Mitang sat on the edge of the bed and kept checking the temperature of his forehead. Her white little face was full of worried expressions, and she didn't know if the medicine was effective for Mo Huai.
"heat."
"Tangtang."
Listening to his unconscious hum, Ning Mitang went to the bathroom and fetched a basin of water.
She soaked the towel, wrung it out, and covered his forehead. After a while, the towel was hot, she changed to a cold one, and so on.
"Tangtang, it's hot."
Mo Huai muttered uncomfortably.
Ning Mitang checked the temperature of his forehead again, and most of the night passed without any effect. His body was still hot. Kissing Mo Huai's face, she said distressedly: "I want to find a way, Ahuai, you can bear it again."
Mo Huai suddenly developed a high fever for no reason, and Ning Mitang was at a loss and flustered. She took out her mobile phone and tried to search the Internet for some ways to reduce fever.
Soon after, Ning Mitang found low-concentration alcohol.
"Ahuai, I will wipe your body with alcohol now, okay?"
"Tangtang..." Mo Huai replied reflectively.
After turning on the indoor heating, Ning Mitang opened the quilt and began to take off Mo Huai's clothes.
He was wearing the pure black ice silk pajamas she picked for him. The shirt was buttoned up. She moved a crystal button to help him with ease.
The next second, the black collar loosened, and the man's delicate collarbone came out.
Ning Mitang glanced, her eyes lowered, and she continued to unbutton her. Before long, when she finally took off her clothes, she was already sweating profusely.
Pour the alcohol into a basin with warm water and mix it again. Ning Mitang moistened cotton with alcohol and began to wipe Mo Huai's body.
She moved very gently, looking at his face with her eyes closed, she leaned to his ear and asked softly, "Will it be more comfortable?"
"Ahuai, if you still feel uncomfortable, just tell me."
The room is a bit quiet.
After a while, Mo Huai hummed softly, "Tangtang..."
"I'm here."
The movements of the hands kept moving, and the cotton moistened with alcohol started from the man's neck to his chest, rubbing from top to bottom. I just read what I said on the Internet, and wipe the sides of the chest and neck, armpits, inner wrists, and thighs.
Ning Mitang moved quickly, and in a while, she had wiped her upper body. Just as she endured the shyness and wanted to take off Mo Huai's pants and wipe the base of his thigh, his body moved.
"Tangtang."
Mo Huai opened his eyes halfway, his black eyes moist and hazy.
"you're awake?"
The movement in Ning Mitang's hand stopped, and she raised her head in surprise.
"Tangtang, I...I can take it off by myself."
Mo Huai's hoarse voice was shy. He felt that Tangtang's soft little hands were touching his body just now in his confusion, and he was overjoyed, but his eyelids were too heavy for him to open.
Until he felt that Tangtang was about to take off his pants, he was struggling desperately to wake up, he must watch carefully.
"Tangtang." Mo Huai tried weakly to reach out and pull on the bottom of his lower body, "I, I took off my pants, you continue."
Ning Mitang shook her hand holding Cotton, and looked at him unpredictably.