As soon as Long Qingyue finished speaking, she saw her take a deep breath, lower her head and take a sip of the hangover soup in the bowl as if she was about to die. Then she put the bowl down, turned around and half-knelt on the couch, holding his face with both hands.
, soft lips pressed against his slightly cool lips...
The warm soup slowly flowed into his mouth, carrying her unique fragrant aroma. The taste was incredible, and his dark eyes instantly darkened...
Just like that year, he went crazy to find her on the snow-capped mountains. At that time, she was completely unable to eat. He slowly chewed up the food he brought and fed it into her mouth. At that time, she
He was unconscious, but he still instinctively looked for the source of heat. Not only did he take away the food from his mouth, but he also greedily wrapped his tongue around him and kept sucking. The delicious taste was still fresh in his memory...
After repeating this several times, the bowl of soup was finally finished. Mu Nuanxin's face was so red that it almost bled. She was so embarrassed that she didn't even dare to look at him. "Wait a minute..."
"Mu Nuanxin, I told you not to refuse me!" Long Qingyue pinched her cheek in displeasure, her original good mood gone, and her black eyes were once again stained with cold gloom.
Mu Nuan's heart was pinched by him. When he lowered his head again and wanted to kiss her, she turned away from him again, "I'm not refusing, it's just that your hair hasn't been dried yet, so you can sleep like this tomorrow."
It will hurt more, can I help you dry it?"
Long Qingyue's black eyes suddenly contracted violently, and her heartstrings were plucked again. Under her pleading eyes, he slowly let go of her. Her tender skin had turned white from his pinching, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of pain.
Not caring, he quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom to get a towel and returned.
She half-knelt on the couch and wiped his hair carefully, one at a time, very carefully, until his hair was completely dry. Then she put the towel aside, looked at him nervously and said, "I'll help you again."
Just rub your head, it will make you feel better."
Long Qingyue didn't object. She climbed onto the couch and knelt next to him regardless of her shyness. At this moment, there was only one voice in her heart, that is, she didn't want to see him feel sad at all. Then her heart would really
It hurts.
She raised her little hand to press his temples. The very appropriate force made his pain suddenly lessen. He closed his eyes comfortably and leaned his head on the couch, enjoying her service.
After pressing for half an hour, Long Qingyue felt that the pain that had been tormenting him miraculously disappeared completely. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that a thin layer of sweat had formed on the forehead of the girl in front of him.
"Are you feeling better?" Mu Nuanxin stopped and looked at him nervously and asked.
"Well, it's much better. You should take a rest." He pulled her hand down, and his dark eyes returned to their former glory, which showed that he was really tortured by this headache.
Mu Nuanxin breathed a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She was so tired that she slumped down on the couch and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
"Are you tired?" He stared at her deeply, his deep black eyes filled with tenderness that he didn't even notice, almost drowning him in them.
Mu Nuan was startled and shook her head slightly. As long as she could keep him from pain, she wouldn't be tired at all...
