The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 683

Mo Junting looked at the girl in his arms with some breakdown.

Her face was tightly pressed against his chest, her long hair, as smooth as satin, was scattered on his arms, and her blushing face no longer showed the usual stubbornness, but instead showed a fragility that I still pitied.

The heat-like breath from the high fever brushed his body, and he couldn't help but think of the fever he had when he was a teenager—the first time he and she shared the same bed—after he fell asleep after taking antipyretics, he suddenly fell asleep. Drag her to bed with him.

He called Ling Feng and asked, "As long as she sweats, can she cool down?"

"There's nothing wrong with saying that." Ling Feng sounded a little weird, and explained, "When you have a fever, your body shuts down the sweat glands due to excessive water loss, which makes your body unable to dissipate heat. As long as you sweat, your body dissipates heat, and the fever will subside. .”

The voice fell and the phone hung up.

Ling Feng looked at the phone, feeling a little puzzled, what exactly was he trying to do?

To help her sweat, of course.

But before sweating, she had to be fed water.

Mo Junting put down his phone and started to act.

As for how to sweat.

Only God knows that.

Mo Junting's first time ended with a fever.

The memory at that time has been burned and blurred, everything is just relying on instinct.

This time, Mo Junting really felt what it was like.

He experienced a sense of belonging like a home.

It was as if the missing piece in my life was instantly filled.

That kind of happiness is not comparable to the satisfaction of overcoming a business problem or completing a merger and acquisition.

Sweat broke out from Yan Zhixin's whole body, her delicate pearly skin was covered with a layer of pink, she just instinctively looked for more heat...

Mo Junting was completely fascinated and possessed.

He kept whispering her name, constantly satisfying his desire and obsession.

I don't know if his calling had an effect, or if she sweated to dissipate the heat, Yan Zhixin's consciousness became a little clearer, her starry eyes were half covered, and she looked at the man full of aggression in front of her eyes.

But her head was burnt to a paste, and she just looked at it like this, unable to give the slightest reaction.

The man noticed that she was not in the right state and bumped her hard.

Yan Zhixin's consciousness, which was half a beat slow, finally pulled back, her half-opened and half-closed eyes seemed to be smudged with ripples, and she felt the strength and heat of the man's attack, as if her whole body was wrapped in hot water, and she was no longer cold. .

She sticks him closer greedily: "It's so warm..."

All of Mo Junting's thoughts were thrown into the lake like a boulder, causing ripples.

It was the first time she gave him such a clear positive reaction.

This is simply the greatest encouragement to him!

Looking down, he asked, "Is it still cold?"

Yan Zhixin swayed slightly following his movements, with tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, as if aggrieved, but also satisfied: "It's not cold anymore, it's very..."

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of an adjective.

Mo Junting's eyes were as bright as fire.

Time seemed to be stuck at this moment, his soul seemed to have left his body, his mind was blank, and only the bodies of the two close together and the wet sweat remained in the world.

The heat is rising.

Yan Zhixin gradually felt the heat, and pushed him aggrievedly: "No, no, it's so hot."

(End of this chapter)