Yan Jianing raised her hand and touched Leng Mohan's forehead. The hot temperature she felt in her palm made her exclaim, "This guy has a fever?!"
"Hey! Get up!" Yan Jianing pushed the sleeping Leng Mohan without hesitation, hoping to wake him up and take him to the hospital.
But Leng Mohan, who was sleeping, couldn't hear it at all. No matter how Yan Jianing swayed left and right, he remained unmoving, making Yan Jianing want to hit someone.
Yan Jianing sighed angrily and breathlessly, looked left and right, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
There were several clean towels hanging on the wall on the left side of the bathroom. Yan Jianing thought for a while, took off the white towel on the far left, put it in the sink, soaked it in cold water, then wrung it out slightly and walked out.
Returning to the bed, Yan Jianing unfolded the towel and laid it on Leng Mohan's forehead. His brows were still frowning, and he seemed to be in more pain than before. Yan Jianing couldn't help but raise her hands to smooth out the wrinkles between his brows.
Who on earth...can make such a good-looking man so entangled?
It is almost a woman's instinct. Yan Jianing believes that only the relationship between men and women in this world can make people so heart-wrenching and painful, but they still can't let go.
Just when Yan Jianing sighed softly and was about to leave, the back of her slender hand was suddenly tightly held by a hot hand, and the temperature of the palm was hot enough to burn her.
Yan Jianing frowned and looked back. Leng Mohan still closed his eyes tightly, but at some point he raised his hand and held her wrist firmly. The strength of his hand made Yan Jianing doubt whether he was really asleep.
Yan Jianing tried to turn her wrist and free her hand from Leng Mohan's hand, but the facts told her that it was just a waste of effort.
"Hey! Are you awake?!" Yan Jianing shouted angrily at Leng Mohan on the bed.
No reply.
"Get up quickly! Don't be a hooligan!"
Still no reply.
Damn it! Yan Jianing was angry for the first time but at a loss. If she were caught by a boy like this, she would have jumped up and kicked him.
"Forget it! For the sake of your fever, I won't care about you anymore, hum!" Yan Jianing hummed to herself, but after she finished humming, she realized that it would be impossible not to care about it! She couldn't keep being treated like this.
He dragged me and you just sat here with him, right?
Besides, she originally wanted to go out and buy him some fever-reducing medicine, or look for any "surviving" servants who could take Leng Mohan to the hospital.
After thinking about it, Yan Jianing stretched out her other hand to help pull out her own hand. Unexpectedly, Leng Mohan's closed eyes moved slightly, and he grabbed Yan Jianing's hand with force, and gave it to her.
He pulled Yan Jianing and threw her on top of him.
"Ouch!" Yan Jianing lay on Leng Mohan's body, her waist hurt a little from the impact. Thinking of the nearly four-month-old child in her belly, Yan Jianing immediately tried to straighten up and touched her belly with her free hand.
, murmuring: "Baby! I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Leng Mohan on the bed was pressed by Yan Jianing's body, his breathing was slightly blocked, and he woke up from his drowsiness. However, he had a fever, his consciousness was blurred, and his eyes only opened a small slit, and through that small slit
, he vaguely saw a woman sitting next to him, frowning and touching her belly.
"Are you awake?!" Yan Jianing glanced at Leng Mohan from the corner of her eye and exclaimed.
"You bastard, you broke my son, I have nothing to do with you..."
Before she finished speaking, Yan Jianing's hand felt another pull. Just when she thought her stomach was about to be hit again, the strength on her wrist suddenly disappeared, and then moved to her shoulder. She pulled her shoulder and pulled it.
The direction of her fall changed, and then...then her lips pressed against Leng Mohan's hot and thin lips...
There were several "rumbling" explosions in Yan Jianing's head, like fireworks. They were so brilliant that she couldn't recover, and finally they all turned into a vast whiteness.
Leng Mohan's eyes closed again after kissing Yan Jianing's lips, and her masculine breath breathed on Yan Jianing's face and lips, tightly wrapping her consciousness, making it impossible for her to think normally.
Leng Mohan relied on a man's instinct to hug Yan Jianing tightly, and his tongue smoothly penetrated Yan Jianing's lips, teasing her lilac uvula, which was stunned and stunned.
It wasn't until... Leng Mohan's hot hands slipped into Yan Jianing's clothes that her consciousness suddenly returned to Yan Jianing's mind. She suddenly broke free from Leng Mohan's shackles, sat up, and stared at the person under her with a red face.
Leng Mohan was still intoxicated by the kiss just now.
"You...you..." Yan Jianing felt that her face was extremely hot, her tongue seemed to be knotted, and she couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.
Leng Mohan closed her eyes tightly, but stretched out her hands, groping for something in the void. When Yan Jianing saw that his hand was about to catch her again, she fell back in fright. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and did not let herself directly
He fell down, but stood staggering a bit, taking several steps back before he regained his balance.
This guy... actually took advantage of the fire to commit murder?!
"Weiwei..." A whisper floated out from Leng Mohan's somewhat dry lips, which wiped away all Yan Jianing's shyness. Her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and her face slowly became serious.
Weiwei?!
who is it?!
The woman's intuition once again told Yan Jianing that the Weiwei in Leng Mohan's mouth must be the culprit that made him look like this!!!
But this damn man actually used me as that woman’s substitute to kiss me?!
With a "pop" sound, Yan Jianing slapped Leng Mohan's forehead hard. In fact, she originally wanted to slap him, but when she was about to do it, her hand suddenly changed direction and hit him.
It hit Leng Mohan's forehead, but it was also a sharp blow. I believe that if it hit the face, it would leave five finger prints.
"Asshole!" After the beating, Yan Jianing felt that it was not enough to relieve her hatred, so she cursed bitterly, wiped her mouth severely, and then turned around and walked out of the bedroom.
Yan Jianing returned to her room, but she was always restless, pacing back and forth in the room, unable to get rid of the shadow of Leng Mohan in her mind.
He is suffering from a high fever. If he just ignores him, other people in the cold house are either not here or don't know his current situation. What if he is burned to death like this?
No matter! He actually kissed me as someone else, he deserves to be burned to death!!! And... that should be said to be my first real kiss...
During the one-night stand that night, Yan Jianing didn't even remember whether they kissed.
Two thoughts were fighting in Yan Jianing's mind, making her upset, but her body had already made a decision before her head - she walked out of her room and walked back to Leng Mohan's room.