Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 739 Like a Lost Child

Now he is half-dressed, lying here and letting her do whatever she wants.

His face is usually pale, and there is almost no expression on his face. When he looks down at people, he has a condescending taste, which makes people afraid to get close.

And now he is lying in front of her, his cheeks are light pink because of the high temperature, his long eyelashes lightly cover his eyelids, and occasionally his thin lips are slightly opened, spit out one or two vague notes, this gesture... …

Like a god who was pulled down from the throne and strayed into the mortal world.

It made Ning Xuemo feel an unprecedented strange feeling in her heart. She actually had an urge, an urge to hug him.

The sudden feeling made her startled herself, she shook her head, shook off the messy thoughts in her mind, and concentrated on wiping his body.

When wiping his palms for him, he suddenly flipped his hand and grabbed her wrist.Suddenly pull!
Ning Xuemo was naturally unprepared at this time, and his strength was so great that he was dragged into bed by him!fell into his arms.

A familiar aura rushed towards her face, enveloping her whole body.

Ning Xuemo let out a low cry, she subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist.

Even if this person is in a coma, his way of grabbing people is extremely precise, and it is her veins that are locked.

If the pulse gate is blocked, the strength of the whole body cannot be exerted.

Pushing him did not push, but in exchange for a tighter hug from him.

Ning Xuemo was a little annoyed, she was about to kick him away immediately, but his vague raving made her freeze: "Momo..."

There was pain, helplessness, and even a trace of sadness in that voice.

Ning Xuemo seemed to be struck by lightning, and her heart seemed to be firmly grasped, and she grabbed it again.It made her nose inexplicably sore.

In this way, he lacks the usual aloofness, rejecting others, and inexplicably has a glass-like fragility.

His appearance would never appear when he was awake, but it really touched Ning Xuemo's heart, making her unable to bear to push him away...

Since he knew him, he had called her Xuemo, little girl, little girl, and even called her by name.

It was the first time calling her Momo...

That voice was pampering, even begging, and soft...

Perhaps sensing Xue Mo's looseness, he hugged her even tighter, as if he wanted to strangle her into his bones.She was almost out of breath.

Because of the high fever, his embrace was hot, and Ning Xuemo had the illusion of being melted in his embrace.

I only heard those two words clearly, Momo, Momo, is he calling her?
Or is she calling a girl with the same name as her?
The last guess made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she was about to try to push him away again (he is so weak now, with Ning Xuemo's skill, it is easy to push him away)
But he whispered again: "Xuemo..."

Just this one sound made Ning Xuemo freeze as if a acupuncture point had been tapped, and her heart rose and fell like a tide.

"Xuemo...don't be afraid..."

"Don't be afraid of me..."

"Xuemo..."

He murmured several intermittent words one after another, his brows were slightly frowned, his thin lips were dry, and he looked like a lost child.

(End of this chapter)