Heart is like a mirror, love is like a city

Chapter 820
She sighed: "Don't make such jokes in the future. By the way, how do you feel now? Will you feel uncomfortable after taking the medicine?" She was still very worried.

"No." He held her hand: "Don't worry, I have investigated her, and every patient she has treated is healthy as before, without any problems."

"Alright then." Now that Feng Mocheng had said so, Lin Jing didn't think too much about it, anyway, this man was smarter than her.

"I'll help you go back to your room and rest."

A trace of tenderness flashed across the man's dark eyes, and he let Lin Jing help him up and left the hall.

He didn't know if he was really exhausted, or it was on purpose, he leaned against Lin Jing's arms, with his hands around her waist, and his lips pressed against her neck from time to time, kissing her gently.

Lin Jing was itchy from being rubbed by him, and wanted to avoid him, but if she avoided, she would not be able to help him, so she could only endure it, watching this man take advantage of her, but she could do nothing.

Finally, she helped Feng Mocheng back into the room and put him on the bed, "You'd better have a good rest."

Lin Jing touched his neck, there was still Feng Mocheng's saliva there.

She looked disgusted, "I am so fond of taking advantage when I am injured."

Her appearance was not angry, but a bit shy of a little woman, without the slightest bit of disgust.

Feng Mocheng's eyes suddenly brightened, the woman in front of him was so familiar, it seemed that he had returned to the little woman who was always obedient to him.

He stretched out his hand to her: "come here, let me hug you."

Lin Jing frowned slightly, "Stop making trouble, you should rest."

"Come here." He said again, ticking off with his index finger.

Lin Jing pinched his waist and said, "Stop making trouble, I'll let you sleep."

"My head hurts." Feng Mocheng held his forehead, frowning tightly.

Lin Jing was a little worried, and he hardly doubted what he said, "Why don't I send you to the hospital again."

"Come and rub my temples quickly, so that it won't hurt."

In the room, a woman sighed slightly. She stepped forward, helped Feng Mocheng up, and sat behind him, letting Feng Mocheng lean into her arms.

And she stretched out her hand to press her temple, being careful with every movement.

Feng Mocheng smiled in satisfaction, put his big hand on her lap, and began to go up gradually, getting into her clothes.

Lin Jing's eyes flashed with a deep look, and he grabbed his hand: "Don't eat my tofu."

"What's wrong with letting me touch it? It's not like I haven't touched it before." He took it for granted.

Lin Jing's heart skipped a beat, she bit her lip, and pushed his back, "Stop making trouble."

Feng Mocheng snorted, "It hurts."

This time, he was really in pain, his brows were tightly frowned, and cold sweat broke out.

Feng Mocheng is a kid herding sheep, he keeps yelling wolf, Lin Jing doesn't believe it anymore, "Pretend again, I won't believe you anymore."

"That's right, I'm pretending." A weak smile appeared on his pale face, "You don't need to rub it for me, I want to lie down for a while."

Lin Jing saw that his expression was not right, and realized that he was really in pain, not just pretending.

"Look at you, you've been lying to me all the time. It's fine now. To be honest, I don't believe it anymore. Don't move around." Lin Jing's voice, although he was scolding him, was full of worry.

She helped Feng Mocheng onto the bed, and covered him with a quilt: "Lie down, don't move around."

Feng Mocheng held her hand tightly, "Can you also lie down and accompany me?"

(End of this chapter)