An Rong coughed several times. Misha panicked and quickly touched his chest, "Would you like some water?"
He shook his head again, "Just let me take a break..."
"oh."
Misha didn't dare to move, so she let An Rong rest on her lap, looking at his face that was even whiter than ordinary people, with trembling thick eyelashes, straight nose, and pale lips. She really,
I really want to know what disease he has.
However, through the contact in the past few days, she could see that An Rong was a high-spirited person, and this was touching his privacy. Therefore, she endured it again and again, but still did not ask.
The pillow was soft on her legs, and her breath was filled with the faint fragrance of her body. It was not overpowering, but it was fresh and pleasant anyway.
He closed his eyes, "Aren't you going to leave? Don't worry about me."
"How can I rest assured when you are like this?" Misha shook her head.
There was a hint of movement on An Rong's face, and she slowly opened her eyes again, looking directly at her.
Misha was startled at first, looking at him like this, always feeling a little awkward, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." He smiled hard and closed his eyes again, but this time, his eyes were curved into soft and slender arcs, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
He turned over and his cheek happened to be pressed against her smooth legs.
The sudden close contact made Misha stiffen, and the temperature on her face suddenly soared.
She clearly told herself that he would be a disabled person and all his actions were unintentional, but she just couldn't sit still. She looked down at him, completely unconscious, and occasionally moved slightly, but her cheeks were unavoidable.
Touch her skin.
Misha froze again, her face burning even more.
If it weren't for the fact that he was seriously ill now, she would really have thought that this guy was taking advantage of her!!
An Rong lay like this for a long time. After he felt the vague twitching in his legs stop, he opened his eyes and saw her beautiful calves. He squinted his eyes and an inadvertent smile passed over his lips.
Turning his head and seeing Misha's red face, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? Your face is so red?"
"No!" Misha reacted quickly and shook her head, "I'm not blushing! Don't talk nonsense!"
"Really?" An Rong suddenly raised his head and reached directly towards her forehead. Misha was stunned. His palm was very cold and covered her forehead, forming a sharp contrast.
"Hey!" She was about to burst out in embarrassment, but An Rong retracted her hand, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."
Damn it, you have a fever, a fever, a fever!!
Misha kept complaining, but facing his serious look, she couldn't say anything! She could only force herself to calm down and pretend not to care and said, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah." He responded, stood up, and sat up.
Behind him, Misha kept making exhalation movements. Only then did she realize that she was so nervous just now!
An Rong stroked the table and slowly stood up. Although it seemed nothing on the surface, only he knew the slight trembling of his legs.
"Let me help you back to your room." Misha said.
He didn't refuse, stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder.
She didn't expect him to be so happy, Misha frowned, and couldn't help but say in her heart that she was not overly sympathetic, but that this guy had saved her, so she would treat him so favorably because he was sick!
He leaned against her, and immediately, the pleasant fragrance hit her again. He narrowed his eyes slightly, relaxed his body unconsciously, and gave all his weight to her.
Misha supported him with increasing difficulty, but she still held on and left the study step by step.
Looking down and seeing the beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, he asked, "Are you tired?"
"I'm not tired." She was still holding on, her expression full of stubbornness.
An Rong looked at her quietly. She was obviously very slender. With the hand on her shoulder, she could clearly feel her shoulder blades and collarbones, but she seemed to have endless explosive power in such a thin body.
It makes people want to dig out, how much energy does she still have?
Misha's body has been very healthy since she was a child. Under Mi En's suggestion, she learned fencing and actually did fitness programs. Recently, she also learned fighting skills from Nuan Nuan, and she is still very strong. But An Rong is a man after all, so she helped him
It was still a bit difficult for her to take a step, and she would be exhausted and sweating profusely even if she took one step.
After leaving the study, he turned a corner and there was his room. Misha put her arm around his waist and put her other hand on the wall next to her. As she walked, she said, "Hey, don't fall down. Just hold on for a while."
, it’s coming soon!”
"It's best if you don't fall down." He said softly.
"Me? How is it possible! You don't know how strong I am!" Misha said while panting heavily, "When I was a child, I won the fencing championship!"
"How old were you then?"
If Yu Yi heard this seemingly ordinary question, his jaw would have dropped again.
An Rong would never care about a stranger. Of course, in his mind, Misha, who had only been in contact with her for a few days, would undoubtedly be classified as a stranger.
"11..."
Misha felt that all her strength was being exhausted. Seeing that the door was right in front of her, she couldn't hold on any longer. She stumbled and threw herself towards the door...
Just as he was about to hit him, an arm suddenly tightened around his waist and pulled him back.
Due to inertia, she turned half a circle and ran directly into An Rong's arms. She was startled, raised her head, and almost hit his chin.
An Rong hugged her tightly, her body was just as soft and fragrant as he imagined.
At that moment, he was a little lost.
After Misha recovered, she pushed him and said, "Hey, I'm fine."
An Rong came back to her senses, looked at her, let go of her embrace, "Be careful."
Misha saw him standing there as if nothing happened, and closed her eyes, "Can you leave?"
An Rong nodded reluctantly, "I'll try my best."
Hearing that he was not confident enough, she knew that he had not fully recovered yet. Misha simply stayed the course and walked over to support him, "Let's go."
An Rong looked at her, raised the corners of his lips, and put his arm around her shoulders, but this time he did not put his entire weight on her small body.
After helping him into the room, Misha wanted to help him onto the bed, but she had already lost the strength. Her hand slipped, and An Rong and An Rong were about to fall onto the bed. An Rong's eyes turned slightly, trying to hold her hand.
His hand was retracted in mid-air...
They both fell on his big bed, An Rong suppressed Misha, and she didn't even have the strength to move and push him away. She could only gasp and look at him.
An Rong raised his head, stared at her, stared at her slightly parted red lips, his eyes changed.
Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips...