Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1642 Canary (15)

In front of this group of people with guns, Chunhua can't hold back.

Like a quail, the voice is very weak.

However, the guards did not respond.

One of them stepped forward, "I don't need you tonight, you can go back."

Cold, concise, and stone-like.

"..." Chunhua was a little stunned.

"No...you don't need me?"

"Is there a doctor here to see the lady?"

The guards didn't answer her, but only gave her a gesture of please.

Meaning, she can go.

Chunhua opened her mouth, "But... I can be beside Miss... to wait..."

By the end, her voice was getting smaller and smaller.

So small that it can be almost nothing.

She had heard of Xiaojun's iron blood and ruthlessness, so she didn't dare to contradict them at all.

After finishing speaking weakly, she looked at the tightly closed room with some reluctance.

While worrying, he moved slowly.

leave slowly.

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Autumn nights are getting colder.

Without the light of the sun, the bright moon in the sky also hid in the thick clouds to avoid the cold night wind.

In the room, faint coughing sounds could be heard from time to time, as light as a baby cub.

The person on the sickbed with a high fever was dripping with sweat, and his cheeks were extremely hot.

The face that was originally porcelain white and clean, now seemed to have been smeared with the most gorgeous rouge, as charming as a ripe rose, completely gorgeous.

A strong sense of thirst and vomiting forcibly woke her up from her sleep.

She coughed and slightly opened her wet eyes.

The lips are delicate and beautiful, but they are not working well.

Throat is also burning panic.

Her watery eyes were full of mist, and she seemed to see a figure walking towards her in a hazy vision.

Familiar atmosphere, warm and very safe.

She trembled her long eyelashes slightly, and raised her delicate fingertips slightly.

As if trying to reach him.

Always want to rely on him.

The figure landed on the bedside without a sound, and the breath on his body was cold and cold.

It seemed that he had come in cold dew, and even his clothes were covered with cold air.

Gently lifted her up and held her in his arms.

The delicate person, who was already uncomfortable with the heat, hummed comfortably in an instant.

The hot cheek rubbed against him unconsciously, absorbing the few coolness on his body.

Like a kitten with a soft pink belly, it is very clingy.

Someone who came hugged her, took a wet towel that came from nowhere, and wiped her sweat little by little.

Wipe across the forehead, the tip of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and finally land on her cheeks.

Warm temperature, just right.

It can make her feel comfortable without making her feel cold.

She drooped her slender and weak eyelashes, and made a cat-like soft sound.

Milky, with a slight nasal voice.

Leaning in his arms, neither noisy nor fussy, obediently, not at all wary.

Simple and clean, like a well-protected person, who has never been contaminated by the cruelty and disturbance of war.

Too beautiful to touch.

The person holding her unbuttoned her skirt and slowly wiped her sweat away.

She leaned against his arms quietly, her white and slender fingers moved silently.

Like an immature cub, she gently grabbed his calloused fingers.

Very light, very light, no force at all.

She opened her beautiful eyes with misty ripples, and slowly looked at him.

The sound, as always, is soft and dependent.

"...to hug..."

(End of this chapter)