Chapter 124: Hug (1)

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The fire broke down for a few days in a row, and the monsoon smoked him all day. I don’t know how many medicinal herbs were fed. I used the spirit to nourish the body of the fire, but the little ones did not show any signs of waking up.
The monsoon smoke can't help but be anxious.
I can't sleep for a few days, plus the consumption of spiritual power, so that the monsoon smoke itself has been too much to eat, she can not sleep, but the consumption of spiritual power is a great burden for her now, just seeing the fire The small body curled up, the monsoon smoke feels that he can't open his hand.
It was the night when the night fell. The monsoon smoke hung on the bed with a small fire. After a few days, she fell asleep.
However, just as the monsoon smoke had just fallen into a dream, the fire that fell asleep in her arms opened her eyes.
In the darkness, the red eyes are particularly eye-catching.
The moonlight sprinkled from the half-covered window to the dimly lit room, shrouded in the monsoon smoke. When the fire opened his eyes, he saw a small chest around him. He was slightly bun, and his forehead was warm. Breathing, his body was slightly stiff, some stiff and slowly raised his head, and the face of the monsoon smoke fell into his eyes and was printed in his red scorpion.
Looking at the monsoon smoke, the warm touch on his waist made his face suddenly red. He was a little overwhelmed in the arms of the monsoon smoke, and his breath was filled with her own taste.
He slowly reached out and tried to pull the arm of the monsoon smoke around his waist, but with a light touch, the brow of the monsoon smoke was wrinkled unconsciously, letting the still young face look Going up is very painful.
The fire did not dare to move.
In these few days, he was groggy. Although he never woke up, he still had some perception of the outside world.
He knows that the monsoon smoke has not been let go for a long time, and he is afraid that he is already stiff.
The fire that didn’t dare to move again could only look at the small face that fell asleep. The red scorpion used the moonlight to depict the monarchy of the monsoon smoke.
That face, not a stunning color, even the beauty can not be called, long-term life under pressure, Rao is nourishing this time, but still make that small face looks a little thin, but somehow, the fire I was fascinated.
He sneaked out his hand, and hesitated to touch the cheeks of the monsoon with his fingertips.
At the fingertips, there was a warmth, and the warmth passed down his fingers to his heart, which was a bit hot.
"Don't move." The monsoon in his sleep snorted, and the hand holding the fire broke down.
The fire broke out, but did not dare to disturb her rest, only to be picked up.
The last gap between the two was also erased at this moment.
His face was tightly attached to her undeveloped chest. Although she was still a half-sized child, the softness of the face made the face of the fire suddenly red, and the heart beat vigorously, as if The next second will come out from the chest.
咚, 咚, 咚...
Her heartbeat sounds in his ear, rhythmic, not ill, but intertwined with his heartbeat.
Suddenly, the brains of the raging fire swelled, and the consciousness seemed to be pulled strongly by some kind of power. His body temperature rose uncontrollably...