Chapter 1670: Kissed, his lips were shaking

She didn't dare to ask, she didn't dare to verify. She was afraid that in the end, she would lose her last hope.
Those who have walked in the dark for too long, the desire for light, Yan Qingsi can understand.
She touched Ji Mianmian's hair: "then don't think about it ..."
Yan Qingsi knows what Ji Mianmian is thinking now, and he knows more clearly. In fact, no one knows better than Ji Mianmian.
It was getting dark, Yue Tingfeng kept calling, Yan Qingsi had to go home.
Ji Mianmian was worried that Murong Mian did not eat and played. When she returned, she brought some food, but she did not expect that someone would open the door when she rang the doorbell for a while. Murong Mian was not there, nor was it cold.
Ji Mianmian looked at the food in his arms and looked at the time. It was only 7 o'clock. He should be back in a while.
She wanted to go home and wait, but she was afraid she wouldn't know if Murong returned, so wouldn't she starve him?
She simply sat at the door of Leng Ran's house, thinking that she should not have to wait too long before she returned.
But unexpectedly, after waiting for an hour, Murong Mian did not return.
However, she didn't take a good rest last night. She got up early today, leaned against the door and started to sleep. She didn't know she fell asleep.
It was almost ten o'clock when Mu Rongmian came back. He got out of the elevator and saw two small things sitting in the door shrank into a ball without going two steps.
Mu Rongmian stopped, looked at Ji Mianmian, his face was complicated and obscure.
He walked over with a sigh, and he couldn't hear himself lightly.
He squatted down and saw Ji Mianmian holding the food in the sea. He couldn't let go when he fell asleep.
Mu Rongmian struggled in his eyes, distressed, and flashed quickly.
He reached out and gently brushed the broken hair on Ji Mianmian's face. He lowered his head and kissed her cheek gently. When he kissed him, his lips were shaking.
Ji Mianmian moved in his sleep, he quickly let go.
Mu Rongmian smiled bitterly, who can control it?
He took out the key, twisted slightly to open the door, and picked up Ji Mianmian.
There wasn't a long way from the door to the living room, but Mu Rongmian walked with sweat on her forehead and paler face.
He put Ji Mianmian on the sofa, resisting his physical discomfort, walked back to the bedroom, took out a blanket and covered Ji Mianmian.
Then he returned to the room and smeared out a bottle of medicine from the bag's mezzanine. He poured a few capsules into his mouth, and swallowed them without drinking water.
Mu Rongmian sat on the bed, breathing shortly. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the moan that was about to overflow from his throat.
After a while, feeling unwell, Mu Rongmian wiped the sweat from his forehead before leaving the bedroom.
He turned on the entrance light, and the living room lit up slightly.
He walked to the sofa and bent down.
Ji Mianmian is still sleeping, and it seems to be sleeping well.
He kept that position and looked at her foolishly.
In the dim light, Ji Mianmian's small white face seemed to be the only thing in this space that could attract all his attention. In his world, except her, everything was dark.
After a long time, Murong Mian slowly sat on the carpet, leaning back against the sofa, opened the food brought back by Ji Mianmian, and ate slowly.
The food is cold, and there is no taste in the mouth, especially the amaranth. After it is cold, it is a little fishy and not delicious.
Mu Rongmian ate very carefully. From an outsider's perspective, it is estimated that how delicious he eats.