Chapter 1880: Slowly like you 129

Chapter 1880 slowly likes you 129
I was so sullen that I didn’t make a sound of the soup. I heard a little doubt and asked,
What did you say about the young master, aren’t all the soldiers who have come here to fight?

The heart paused for a moment before I answered that she was ignorant of illness.
He didn't explain much. He seemed to be afraid of saying something wrong again. Fortunately, he didn't ask him any more. After drinking the water, he told him to go back later.
After returning to the camp and knowing the camp, I saw that Mo Zhifei, who was lying in bed, threw the wet pag that he had put on his forehead not long ago. He looked cold and cold and put the soup. On the small table, I picked up the wet pag in the past, frowned and looked at Mo Zhifei, who had her eyes closed. He paused for a while, and he hesitated to reach out and tried to touch his forehead.
He did not have any idea at the time, just wanted to see if he burned more seriously.
When the hand just touched his forehead, he was exposed to a hot, very hot and hot.
The heart wrinkled his brow, and the subconscious hand stretched down and touched his neck, which was hotter.
He didn't know how he was so hot and how to sleep.
However, when he thought about it, he couldn’t help but feel the cold hand and grabbed his hand. He was shocked by his eyes, his eyes widened, and he saw that Mo Zhifei also opened. Eyes, eyes so hot, very annoyed to hold your heart, even the voice is hoarse and low, "Little Master is still sick, you can not ... restrain yourself?"
I was a little bit stunned and looked at him. After a long while, I realized that Mo Zhifei seemed to think that he was just licking him and sickly touching him...
He gently rubbed his eyes and silently pulled his hand back from his burning hand, and then turned and went to the medicine and said: "When you wake up, get up and drink medicine."
When he finished, he took the soup to the bedside, and he looked like nothing.
Mo Zhifei looked at him in such a way that he was unspoken, but he didn’t want to be angry with him. But he didn’t want to go out with his body. He had to take the soup in his hand reluctantly, and looked at it while drinking. Coughed and asked casually, "Give me medicine so late?"
The meaning of Mo Zhifei’s words is like saying, I’m so sorry that you like me too much... so I will run tonight for me in the middle of the night...
But the heart did not pick him up, but it was a faint truth: "I just don't want to hear you keep coughing, I will get up early tomorrow."
The meaning of jealousy is that he knows that he is sick and he is asleep, and he has no choice but to give him medicine.
I don’t know how to listen to it, but he’s really uncomfortable at this time. He didn’t argue with the guy. After he finished the medicine, he asked what he said.
He sat down and calmly said: "Go out early tomorrow morning, you will stay here if you can't climb."
"What a joke..." Mo Zhifei said and coughed up again, but he still coughed and said, "You must be up early tomorrow, how can you let someone run the front line alone?"
Look at him with a sigh of relief: "Why not?"
"Why is there any reason..." Mo Zhifei suddenly reacted to something, and suddenly he cried his eyebrows and told him very seriously. "It's not the kind you think, why don't you be passionate."
The heart was very cold, "oh", then got up and went back to his bed and lay down.
(End of this chapter)