Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

Tian Lingxin didn't expect that this man still had strength, but fortunately, when he was pulled down, his hands slightly supported his sides, and he didn't press his body weight on him.

Otherwise, I don't know if the wound on this body will be opened again by her pressure.

Why is this man so uneasy?

"Linger!"

With a deep voice and floating breath, it is obvious that there is a sense of weakness.

Tian Lingxin wanted to stretch out his hand to push away the hand behind him, but when he heard his screaming voice, he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted!

"Linger!"

"Hey, I'm here, let me help you get up and have some porridge now, okay?" Although the elegant voice said in a very ordinary tone, you can still feel the tenderness.

It seemed that after more than ten seconds of silence, the man's big hands circled behind her back slowly moved away.

Tian Lingxin quickly got up and helped him up, not knowing if he really woke up, but she also cooperatively propped herself up and sat up.

After helping him to sit up, Tian Lingxin brought warm porridge and fed it to him.

Soon, after eating a small bowl of millet porridge, the man's pale face was finally no longer so pale, and his bitten lips were slightly bloody, but the black eyes that had just opened had closed at some point.

After Tian Lingxin put down the bowl, it took a lot of effort to lay him down again.

He was quite tired, but he pulled the quilt up thoughtfully. When he withdrew his hand, a big hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

I saw the man's black eyes, which were closed just now, opened slightly again, and the weak voice came again; "Ling'er..."

"Hey, sleep well, I'll go and put away the bowl first."

"Linger..."

"be good……"

What the hell, I suddenly felt that it was a bit like being a mother.

Tian Lingxin sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand and gently pushed away his hand that was holding her wrist, and planned to bring the bowl and the thermos to the side hall now.

However, just as she was about to turn around, she felt that the hem of her clothes was caught before she even moved her footsteps.

Turning her head slightly, she saw that the big hand she had pushed aside just now was grabbing the hem of her nightgown, as if she was holding on to the hem of her nightgown with great force. Seeing this, Tian Ling felt powerless.

Is this man pretending to be pitiful?

She raised her eyes slightly, looking at his pale and weak face staring at him with slightly opened eyes, well, she suddenly felt soft-hearted.

I ignored the bowl, lifted the quilt, and sat on it.

However, when the man saw that she was just sitting, he still looked at her weakly with his eyes open, asking silently...

You don't need to think about it to know what this man means...

"Okay, can you sleep now?" Tian Lingxin lay down beside him, stretched out her hand helplessly to pull the quilt for him and said.

This man can still make so many silent demands even for sleeping!

At this time, the man could no longer resist the tiredness, and finally closed his heavy eyelids.

Hearing the sound of steady breathing coming from beside him, and feeling the little hand under the quilt being grabbed by that big hand, Tian Lingxin really felt a little helpless towards this man.

However, I feel that the heart lake can't help feeling some inexplicable softening warmth...

Gradually, in the twilight, it seemed to be pulled into sleep. After working for most of the night, in fact, I was already tired.