Chapter 1752: Slowly like you 1

Chapter 1752 slowly likes you 1
And Wen Momo is awkward, she thought this festival is the eye... Jing Ling brother is going to the wedding party... How can I come here to find her...
So for a moment, Wen Momo sat on the bed, his face looked at him with a sluggish face, and the black eyes were stunned. He seemed to want to read from the mirror brother's look what she could read.
But in fact, there is no change in the expression of Jing Ling. He just stared at her for a moment, and finally slowly said: "Don't you drink water?"
Jing Ling’s hand still carries the cup of tea.
Wen Momo rubbed his red lips, slightly lowered his eyebrows, and extended two small hands to take the tea pot in his hand, hanging down the neckline, holding a cup and licking a small mouthful of tea .
After Wen Momo quietly drank a few mouthfuls of tea, he finally slowed down, and some slowly looked up, his face was unknowingly dyed with a shallow blush, because of the relationship between the sick, it looks like It seems to be drunken red like a drunkard, soft and sultry.
Mirror Ling licked the throat and some said unnaturally: "I heard that you are getting hot."
Wen Momo is still a little red face, and the voice is soft and soft, "It's already much better."
Wen Momo said that he lowered his head again. The curved eyelashes softly and softly pressed against his face. He was quite shy and tried to cover his face. He asked quietly: "Brother, have you not attended the wedding of His Royal Highness?" ?"
"Go." Mirror Ling licked his thin lips and whispered. "I heard that you are sick, come and see."
Wen Momo couldn't help but lift his head, but just looked up and looked at Jingling, and quickly lowered his eyebrows. It was so green and stunned. She didn't know how to describe it. I know that the taste is a thousand turns in my heart, and I wander around a lot of circles, but I still like it... I like it.
Wen Momo did not speak when he lowered his head, and he was too embarrassed to speak.
But Jing Ling couldn't help but say: "I will help you look at the pulse?"
Wen Momo bit his lip slightly, and a soft nasal sound from the nose, a small whispered.
Then, I slowly stretched out my little hand.
She is not afraid, but nervous.
I am nervous and looking forward to it.
Before this, my brother didn't take her hand, but the feeling of holding it at this moment is completely different.
Wen Momo's fingers are very nice, very delicate and soft, white porcelain-like, pleasing to the eye, the finger skeleton is even and beautiful, the small hand, so carefully stretched out towards him.
Rao is so, Rao is... Mirror Ling’s own heart has long been unable to suppress the undercurrent, but he has never surpassed the surface, even sitting at her bed, but moved a stool. Sitting down, Jing Ling lowered her hand and held her hot little hand, and the other hand gently pressed her wrist to her pulse.
From the beginning to the end, Jing Ling's look looks the same as usual, and can't see any flaws.
However, Wen Momo is looking at Jing Ling with his eyes focused on Jing Ling.
She seems to have forgotten that she said that she should stop thinking about her brother.
It seems that as long as her brother gives her a little sweetness, she wants to talk to her brother uncontrollably and wants to play with her brother.
Is it true that my brother is right?
Is it really that someone else gives Momo a little sweetness, she will not be able to resist temptation?
(End of this chapter)