The woman's words kept echoing in his ears. Although he knew he didn't mean that, Jun Qingjue still felt soft in his heart, and a touch of warmth flowed in his chest. The warmth seemed to overflow his chest.
"Yan'er, there are many kinds of likes. When you wake up later and say this to me again, I will be very happy."
Mu Qingyan shook her head, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her blue eyes: "I'm not a child, I can distinguish what I like and what I hate."
She just likes him and likes her father.
Knowing that the love she wanted to express was the kind of love a daughter has for her father, Jun Qingjue just smiled and said nothing.
Mu Qingyan didn't speak any more, and quietly nestled in Jun Qingjue's arms, feeling the body temperature on his body and feeling at ease.
She slept comfortably, but there was a slight drop of sweat on Jun Qingjue's forehead.
Mu Qingyan also felt it, and raised her eyes to look at him strangely: "Dad, it's not hot, why are you still sweating?"
Not only that, even the body is getting slightly warm.
I couldn't help but feel worried: "Dad, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Jun Qingjue was silent and didn't speak. With her in his arms and her hands still in his robe, how could he calm down?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Mu Qingyan became more and more anxious. She stood up and looked at him worriedly, and asked again: "What's wrong with you?" She touched his forehead, which was a little warm, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his palms.
screw.
Seeing her anxious and worried look for him, Jun Qingjue felt happy. He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her forehead. His low voice was slightly hoarse: "I'm fine, don't worry, God."
too hot."
It was a stormy weather outside, and it was a little cool even in the room.
Mu Qingyan thought calmly that it was normal for her father to have a fever due to his high body temperature.
Her small body shrank towards Jun Qingjue's arms, her hands wrapped around his waist, hugged him tightly, and said with a smile: "My body is cold, daddy holds me so I won't feel hot."
Mu Qingyan puts Jun Qingjue first in everything. If he has something to do or he is uncomfortable, she will naturally find a way to share the burden for him.
The purple eyes darkened, and Jun Qingjue couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Being so close would only make it more uncomfortable. It was hard to refuse, and he didn't want to offend her. He held the woman in his arms and smelled her.
The smell of his body worked hard to calm the heat in his body.
There was nothing wrong at first, but later, Mu Qingyan only felt a little numb in her right hand. She moved her stiff hand, took it out from Jun Qingjue's waist, and shook it.
Jun Qingjue looked at her funny, but he was not ambiguous at all. He picked up her stiff hand and rubbed it: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't hold it." This girl looked a little confused.
Mu Qingyan shook her head, turned her eyes, took her hand out and stretched it into the quilt, groping for his hand. She touched something hard with her fingers, thinking it was his hand. Mu Qingyan smiled.
Grab it.
"Uh-huh..." Jun Qingjue's face suddenly darkened, and he unconsciously let out a muffled sound. There was even more sweat on his forehead.
What on earth is this little guy doing?
After her grabbing, the yu=fire in the body that had slowly subsided quickly started to surge again, starting like crazy.
The purple eyes were dim and the pupils were very deep. The man's voice was deep and hoarse, with a trace of depression: "Yan'er, let go..."