Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 343 Twins, Abandoned Children (2)

"Your forehead is still so cold..." Fei Tian couldn't laugh or cry, other people's wind-cold is fever, but Soul Water is the opposite, his hair is "cold".

Then again, it was his extravagant flattery.

The soul water pulled down Feitian's back and covered his burning and painful cheeks: "It's not cold here, it's hot here..."

Fei Tian smiled and withdrew his hand: "Fool..."

"I'm not stupid - unlike someone who pretends to be stupid even though he's so bad."

"Who are you talking about?!" Zhuo Xia raised his voice and scolded him, "Do you think those two slaps are not enough?!"

His soul trembled, and he leaned on Feitian's shoulder pretending to be afraid: "Feitian, you have to protect me——I'm still sick, and they keep beating me."

"Since you are sick, lie down and rest first."

"Will you sit by the bed with me?" His hand climbed up the back of the girl's hand, and his starry eyes appeared longingly.

"Sleep... I'm right next to you."

It was the first time she saw a "patient" who was sick and still so energetic.

For a while, neither of them spoke - they could only hear each other's breathing, which was shallow and regular.

"That...should have nothing to do with him, right?"

The implication of Mo Yu's words was that he was referring to whether the white cloud of arrogant smoke just now had any necessary connection with this brat who woke up suddenly.

Zhuo Xia was used to Soul Water's temper, he smiled coldly: "Impossible, just like him - how big a storm can it cause?"

Fei Tian also thinks so, in her eyes, the soul water: childish, loves to play tricks, has a bit of a naughty little mind, he likes to live according to his own way of life, and is not bound by the etiquette of the harem at all.

Sometimes, she really envies his happiness. Soul Shui has a mother and father who love him, he is used to living a free life; Zhuo Xia and Mo Yu, compared with Soul Shui, it is obvious that Soul Shui lives more Free and more comfortable.

How many men in Mogu Dunhuang have such freedom?
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In the middle of the night, Zhuo Xia sat in the yard leaning on the Mogu sword, facing the cold wind and the gravel in the wind.

"Why don't you go in and sit?" Mo Yu's voice came from behind.

(End of this chapter)