Devil President, Don't Bite Me

After lying down for seven days, Joey finally woke up.

She gently moved her eyelashes and looked at him curiously like a newly transformed butterfly.

"Little Joe," said mexiling, holding her hand. His voice was hoarse. He opened his mouth and his eyes were red. He really couldn't stand it. He never felt that time passed so fast and so slowly, quietly eating away his patience and pain.

Joey's eyes were strange, as if he didn't recognize him, and as if he looked at someone else through him.

"Little Joe," he cried again, his voice trembling.

Joey closed his eyelids and sighed softly. It seemed that he was very tired just now.

Mexiling bowed his head and kissed her gently on the back of her hand. "You're very weak. Go to bed again. I'll ask someone to get something to eat."

After waiting for two seconds, Joey didn't respond. He released his hand, tucked in the quilt for her, got up and left.

As soon as he left, a figure appeared on the window, long and straight, with a cold face. He stared at Joey for a while. He seemed to hesitate whether to go in, hesitated for a while, gave up, and looked for a while. He didn't flash until he heard something and hid away.

When the door opened, Moxi Ling came in, followed by MoSi Yu with a tray. With an excited face, she went to the bed and saw Joey still lying with her eyes closed. There was no improvement. She couldn't help but wonder: "Xiling, didn't you say she woke up?"

"Wake up, but sleep again. Put your things down."

Listening to this tone, Mo Siyu asked her to go. He put the tray on the table and quietly withdrew. When he returned to close the door, he glanced at the figure hidden outside the window. She thought a little and walked around.

Sure enough, Mozi Yu stood there and didn't look very angry when he saw her coming.

"Yu, you don't have to worry," mosiyu advised him. "Xiling said that Yi woke up and she will get better slowly."

"I know." Mozi Yu seldom speaks now. When he opens his mouth, his voice is dumb.

Mo Siyu looked distressed, "Yu, don't do this." She stayed at home for the longest time and saw everything in her eyes. Several times, when moxiling was absent, Mozi Yu stood alone in front of Joey's bed. The sadness in her eyes has explained everything.

Mozi Yu pulled at the corners of his mouth and seemed to want to laugh, but the smile was too bitter in mosiyu's eyes. She sighed in her heart. She was as close as a brother, but she was lucky and liked the same woman.

In the evening, Joey woke up again, his eyes were still confused, but when he saw the bowl of delicious porridge, his eyes lit up for a moment. He didn't wait for mexiling to speak, so he sat up by himself.

Knowing that she was hungry, mexiling scooped it to her mouth. A little white porridge on the small wooden spoon smelled delicious.

This little bit was not enough to fill his teeth. Joey brushed his hand and wanted to carry the bowl in his hand.

She was weak and weak, but she was like a newborn animal to feed. She was so impatient that she knocked out all the spoons in moxiling's hand.

Moxiling looked a little funny and sad when she was worried. Put down the bowl and hold her down. "Xiao Qiao, don't worry. It's all yours. You sleep too long and eat slowly."

He picked up the spoon to wash it. When he came out, he saw Joey craning his neck and burying his head in the bowl. "Quack, quack, quack" eating happily.

When he walked over, the bowl of porridge had reached the bottom.

And she raised her head and looked at him blankly. There was still a little porridge stain on her mouth, "more."

He bent down, wiped the porridge from the corner of her mouth with his fingers, and said softly, "OK, I'll get it." Turning to the door, I heard Joey's weak voice, "a lot."

He lost his voice and nodded. "OK, a lot."

When the door closed, Joey leaned back to the head of the bed, stunned, then lifted the quilt and walked barefoot on the cold floor.

There was a narrow shadow by the window. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't notice it, but Joey saw it. She opened the window and stretched out her head. The shadow stood still, and only his bright eyes could be seen in the dark.

Neither of them spoke. You looked at me and I looked at you. There was a trace of unnoticed panic in the man's eyes, but the woman's eyes were just blankly indifferent, like going to a strange place and meeting a strange person.

Suddenly, the figure flashed into the night and disappeared, but the door opened. Moxiling came in with a big bowl. She stood in front of the window and asked, "Why are you up? Why do you open the window? Isn't it cold? "

Joey closed the window and looked at the big bowl in his hand. He was disappointed, but he didn't say anything. He came up and wanted to take the bowl.

Mexiling hid for a moment. "Sit down and I'll feed you."

Joey immediately turned back to bed, sat down and opened his mouth seriously.

Mexiling thought she was a little strange, but after all, she slept for so long. Even if it was strange, it was normal in his eyes. It was estimated that she slept a little silly.

This time he changed a big spoon and handed it to her mouth. She tried to open her mouth, stuffed it up, and then swallowed it. Open again.

She ate quickly. Moxiling was afraid of her choking. She paused and wanted to persuade her to slow down. Before her words were out, she was a little impatient and stretched out her hand to grab it. She looked very hungry.

When the bowl was grabbed, the head was buried again. The sound of "quack, quack, quack" soon sounded, and it was a joy to eat.

Mexiling shook her head reluctantly. It's a good thing to wake up and eat, but she was... Completely beyond his expectation.

He reached out and touched her head, but she suddenly looked up and stared at him with sharp eyes full of vigilance. As if he were the enemy who came to take her food.

Mexiling was startled. He had never seen Joey's eyes. They were too strange and uneasy for him. He slowly took back his hands and dared not touch them again.

Joey lowered his head again and continued to "quack, quack..."

Finally, she looked up again. The bowl had been licked clean by her, and there was no residue left. She stared at him and spit out a word in a loud voice: "meat."

Want meat?

Moxi Ling raised her eyebrows and wanted to laugh. She wiped the porridge stains on the corner of her mouth, but she quickly followed up. With a lick of her little tongue, she licked a little residual porridge on his fingers.

Mexiling was stunned, but the warm and soft touch on his fingers made him angry at the bottom of his heart, so he clasped the back of her head and kissed her hard.

Joey, who woke up for the first time, didn't adapt to his overbearing behavior. She struggled with both hands and feet. Although there was only a bowl of porridge at the bottom, her strength was not small, and she didn't look like a person who had been sleeping for seven days.

Moxi Ling was considerate of her weakness and didn't dare to exert too much force. When she released, she glanced at the provocative look in her eyes.

They gasped for a few breaths, and then they were silent.

Such Joey was really strange. Moxiling looked at her and said in a warm voice, "Little Joe, don't you want me to kiss?"

She thought for a moment, but her voice was still very dumb: "unless you give me meat."

Mexiling can't laugh or cry. When will they make out and talk about conditions?

"What else do you want to do besides eating meat?"

"Still want to eat meat."

"Give you meat, just listen to me?"

Joey nodded without hesitation.

Moxi Lingmo said, "kiss me."

She was not vague: "give me meat first."

Mexiling looked at her. Her recovery ability was amazing. It was incredible for an ordinary human to want to eat meat when he woke up and get out of bed.

Now she is different from the one lying in bed half an hour ago. Her face is no longer as white as paper. She has some dizziness. She is full of spirit and spirit. Where is she like a person who has been sleeping for seven days without eating?

He grabbed her hand and wanted to feel her pulse, but she shook it, hugged her hands and said the terms, "give me meat first."

"Give me your hand. Let's see if you can eat meat. You've been sleeping for seven days and your intestines and stomach are very weak. You have to raise it first."

"Isn't there porridge at the bottom?" Her tone was faint and she insisted, "give me meat."

Mexiling was silent, and her strangeness worried him.

"Do you know who you are?"

"Little Joe." I heard him cry.

"Do you know who I am?"

“......”

Mexiling sighed and knew there was a problem.

"Little Joe, I'm mexiling, your fiance, remember?"

Joey looked at him for a moment and shook his head. "Give me meat and I'll admit you're my fiance."

Mexiling is neither laughing nor crying again. This kind of thing can also be conditional

Well, in her place, eating meat is a top priority. Let her eat first and then talk about other things.

He went downstairs and took a plate of beef and a plate of chicken steak. As soon as he put it down, he wanted to hand her a fork. He saw her using both hands, grasping beef and chicken steak in one hand, and stuffed them into her mouth.

Mo Siyu, who came in behind, couldn't help shouting: "Yi, eat slowly and choke carefully."

Mosiyu carried a glass of milk and water in his hand. Seeing her efforts to swallow the food, he quickly handed her the water: "drink water first and eat slowly."

Joey brushed away her hand and wanted to grab the meat again. Moxi Ling was quick eyed and quick. This time she didn't succeed, "don't eat without a fork." A very elegant girl, how can she become wild after sleeping?

Help her clean her hands, put the fork in her hand, "eat slowly, it's all yours, and no one grabs it from you."

It's a big thing for Joey not to eat meat, so she didn't say anything. She obediently ate with a fork, but... Others fork one piece at a time, and she forks three or four pieces at a time. It seems that she has to cram her mouth to be satisfied.

Mexiling can't force her to be happy as long as she doesn't choke.

She ate quickly, like a whirlwind, and soon two plates were empty. Mosiyu was about to speak when she looked down, put out her tongue and began to lick the soup on the plate.

"Yi, you, you're not full yet?"

As like as two peas, she was trying to stop her. Her hand touched her head. Joe's eyelids lifted up, and the sharp eye of the guard was shot fiercely, just like what he had just done. She doesn't seem to like being scratched when she eats.

Mexiling raised her hand and didn't touch her, but took the plate back. This completely annoyed her. With a cry, the whole person rushed up to grab a plate with only soup left.

Mosiyu stood aside with an incredible face.

Mo Ziyu outside the window, although his face was expressionless, his eyes also showed a trace of surprise.