Yue Xiuyan was so angry that she wished she could beat An Xishu to death.
Doesn't this drive him crazy?
An Xici sneezed repeatedly at night.
Mo Yan, who originally planned to continue the cold war with her, couldn't help but look at her several times. In the end, he still couldn't sleep and ran to the bed to hug her. Then he suddenly remembered that he was even colder, so he took the quilt and covered her with her.
After wrapping it up, I held it in my arms.
"Are you feeling better?" Mo Yan asked softly when he heard that An Xishu had stopped moving.
An Xibi asked inexplicably: "What?"
Mo Yan...
"I'm going to get you a cup of hot tea." Then he stood up and looked at the tea on the table, which was already cold. He went out and gave instructions, and soon someone brought hot tea.
Mo Yan walked to the bed and handed the cup to An Xishui: "Get up and drink."
An Xici...
But she still drank the tea honestly, and then asked weakly: "What's wrong?"
Mo Yan’s black line: “Are you catching a cold?”
Logically speaking, cultivators should not have these minor problems, but when An Xishu sneezed continuously, he wondered if she had accidentally caught a cold. Last night, he knew that she had not slept well.
Only now did An Xijian realize how Mo Yan had covered her up with quilts and poured water on her so well. However, how could she catch a cold?
Even when she was in Xiazhou, she was in good health and had never gotten sick, let alone catching a cold after practicing for so long... That's ridiculous!
"Um...I'm fine." Although An Xici enjoyed Mo Yan's sudden tenderness, she was really not capable of pretending to be sick.
"Someone must be scolding me." An Xici thought for a while and said with certainty.
Mo Yan was completely blackened.
But since he was already sitting by the bed, he didn't want to go back to sleep. He put the cup back on the table, got into bed, turned over and turned his back to An Xishu and closed his eyes.
An Xici...
Could it be that she really has to be softer so that he can stop having a cold war with her?
An Xici hugged Mo Yan's waist from behind, thought for a long time, organized her words, and whispered: "A Yan, I, I feel a little dizzy now."
Mo Yan didn't respond.
An Xici...
"Frustrated." An Xici added.
Mo Yan still didn't respond.
An Xici...isn't she weak enough?
"A Yan, I don't feel well." An Xishu tried to make her clear voice softer, but she was not born with the talent to act coquettishly, so when she said this, she sounded pretentious.
After all, Mo Yan couldn't hold it back and shook his shoulders.
Then he turned over, and the person had already pressed over her, so he looked at her calmly: "Oh? Come on, tell me, what's wrong with you?"
An Xici...what's wrong with her? Of course it's because she feels uncomfortable in her heart!
An Xici pointed to her heart.
But Mo Yan pressed his hand, not on his heart, but on his chest.
He smiled and pinched a handful: "Here?"
An Xijie has a black line, what is this place? Is this where my heart grows?
Mo Yan took advantage of the situation and squeezed a few more times: "Is it here?"
"No..." An Xici's voice was already a little tactful. Of course it wasn't here... But, damn, this was Chi Guoguo's teasing, okay?
"Isn't it?" Mo Yan asked with raised eyebrows.
Then he let go and said with a low smile: "Since there's nothing wrong, just go to sleep!"
An Xizhen is in a mess in the wind, should you sleep?