Special favorite: Hei Shaojiao's wife who dares to touch

The steward led Kurosawa Yao into the guest room, sideways, and opened the beaded curtain that separated the outer room from the inner room. Kurosawa Yao stepped in and placed Mo Xiangwan on the carved bed. Mo Xiangwan pulled him back.

The little girl was having a fever, her face was dizzy and blushing abnormally, she looked at Kurosawa Yao with wet eyes, her pink mouth unconsciously pouted, "Don't go!"

Mo Xiangwan thought that Kuize Yao put himself down and was going back downstairs.Although the guest room was decorated in an antique style and beautifully, if she was lying alone, she would definitely feel extremely lonely and a little hairy.

Kurosawa was amused. Seeing that the little woman's eyes were not very bright, he knew that this was just Mo Xiangwan's subconscious behavior, so he touched her hot forehead with his hand, "Don't worry, I won't leave!"

The little girl murmured coquettishly, "Then you lie down too..." [

Kurosawa Yao had no choice but to ask the steward, "Please send me a pot of tea, a basin of cold water and a clean towel."

The steward nodded and went down.Kurosawa Yao took off his shoes and went to bed, but he did not lie down in the same way as Xiangwan, but leaned against the carved big bed, put the little woman's head on his lap, and stretched out his hand to pull the bed. Xiang's embroidered quilt covered Mo Xiangwan.

Mo Xiangwan was hot all over, kicked the quilt away impatiently, and muttered, "It's so hot, I don't want to cover it."

Kurosawa coaxed patiently, "Hey, the heating in this room is turned on low."

Mo Xiangwan rolled under the quilt shamelessly. Although he honestly didn't kick the quilt again, he secretly put his little feet out of the quilt and moved around in the cold air.

How could her small movements escape Kurosawa Yao's eyes, the man couldn't laugh or cry, so he stretched out his feet, pressed Mo Xiangwan's, and rubbed back and forth to help her maintain the temperature.

But the little girl is really like a small stove, her whole body is boiling hot, and the bed is roasted out of heat in a short while, even Kurosawa Yao is hot.

Mo Xiangwan was so hot that he groaned and rolled on Kurosawa Yao's stomach.

Yao Kurosawa wished he could bear Mo Xiangwan's pain by himself, and couldn't help complaining that he shouldn't have called the little girl out of the well-heated hall in order to steal for a while.Poor little fool, he ran out in a tuxedo without even a coat on.

Why is this little thing so stupid?

So stupid, and so easy to get sick!What would she do without him taking care of her?

Kurosawa stared down at Mo Xiangwan, feeling more distressed the more he looked.

Beads ding-dong beside the ear curtain, someone entered the inner room.

Unexpectedly, a white towel came into his sight.

Kurosawa raised his dazzling corner, took the towel subconsciously, dipped it in the cold water basin handed over to him, comforted Mo Xiangwan, who was fussy like a child, and put the towel on Mo Xiangwan's forehead, intending to use it This way, before the doctor came, it helped Mo Xiangwan cool down.

With a cold towel on Mo Xiangwan's forehead, he felt much better all of a sudden, and gradually settled down.

Kurosawa breathed a sigh of relief, and the person who handed the towel stood still from the corner of his eye. He thought it was the manager who delivered it as he said, but then he realized something was wrong. Looking up, it was really not the manager, but Du Ziheng holding his arms , standing with a face of silence.

"Brother Du?" Kurosawa Yao said politely, "How can you trouble Brother Du to do it himself?"