Hidden Marriage President

"Hehe...cough cough..."

An Rong coughed a few times, Misha panicked, and quickly stroked his chest, "Do you want some water?"

He shook his head again, "Just let me take a break..."

"Oh."

Misha didn't dare to move, so she let An Rong rest on her lap, and looked at his face that was too white compared to ordinary people, with trembling eyelashes, straight nose, and pale lips, she really, I really want to know what's wrong with him.

However, through the past few days of contact, she could see that An Rong was a high-minded person, and this was already the desire to touch him.So, she endured it and endured it, but she still didn't ask.

The pillow is soft on her lap, and the breath is filled with the faint fragrance of her body, not too strong, but fresh and pleasant.

He closed his eyes, "Aren't you going? Leave me alone."

"You are like this, how can I rest assured?" Misha shook her head.

There was a trace of emotion on An Rong's face, and he slowly opened his eyes again, looking directly at her.

Misha was startled for a moment, looking at him like this, she always felt a little awkward, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." He tried his best to smile, and closed his eyes again, but this time, his eyes were bent into soft and slender arcs, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He turned over, and his cheek was just on her smooth leg.

The sudden close contact made Misha's body stiff, and the temperature on her face soared.

Mingming told herself that he would be a disabled person, and all his actions were unintentional, but she just couldn't sit still.Looking down at him, she was completely unconscious, occasionally moving slightly, and her cheek would inevitably rub against her skin.

Misha froze again, her face burned even more.

If it weren't for the way he looks seriously ill now, she would really think that this guy is taking advantage of her! !

An Rong lay like this for a long time. After feeling the faint twitching of his legs stopped, he opened his eyes and saw her beautiful calves. He squinted his eyes, and a casual smile appeared on his lips.

Turning his head, seeing Misha's swollen face, he raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? Your face is so red?"

"No!" Misha reacted quickly and shook her head, "I don't blush! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Really?" An Rong raised his head abruptly, and leaned directly towards her forehead. Misha was taken aback for a moment. His palm was very icy, covering her forehead, forming a stark contrast.

"Hello!" She was about to explode in embarrassment, but An Rong withdrew her hand, "Fortunately, I don't have a fever."

Damn, you have a fever, a fever, a fever! !

Misha kept complaining, but facing his serious face, she couldn't say anything!I could only force myself to be calm, and pretended not to care and said, "Is it better?"

"Yeah." He responded, stood up, and sat up.

Misha was behind him, exhaling non-stop. Only then did she realize that she was so nervous just now!

Comforting the table, he stood up slowly, although it looked nothing on the surface, but only he knew the slight trembling of his legs.

"Let me help you back to your room." Misha said.

He didn't refuse, stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder.

I didn't expect him to be so happy, Misha frowned, and couldn't help saying in her heart that she was not full of sympathy, it's just that this guy saved her, and he treated him so favorably when he was sick!

He leaned against her, and immediately, that pleasant fragrance hit again.He narrowed his eyes slightly, unconsciously relaxed his body, and handed over all the weight to her.

Misha supported him, struggling more and more, but she still persisted and left the study step by step.

Looking down to see the beads of sweat oozing from the tip of her nose, he asked, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." She was still struggling, her expression full of stubbornness.

An Rong looked at her quietly, she was obviously very slender, the hand on her shoulder could clearly feel her shoulder blades and collarbone, but in such a thin body, it seemed to have infinite explosive power, People can't help but want to dig, how much energy does she still have?

Misha's body has been very healthy since she was a child. With Mi En's advice, she has learned fencing and actually has fitness programs.Recently, he has been learning martial arts with Nuan Nuan, and he is still very strong.But An Rong is a man after all, when she lifted him up, she still had some difficulty, she would be sweating profusely when she took a step.

After leaving the study room and turning a corner, it was his room.Misha put her arms around his waist with one hand, and propped the other on the wall next to him, and said as she walked, "Hey, don't fall down, hold on for a while, we will be there soon!"

"You don't want to fall down." He said softly.

"Me? How is it possible! You don't know how strong I am!" Misha said while panting heavily, "I was a fencing champion when I was young!"

"At that time, how old were you?"

If Yu Yi heard the seemingly ordinary question, his jaw would drop in shock.

An Rong never cared about a stranger. Of course, in his cognition, Misha, who had only been in contact with him for a few days, would undoubtedly be classified as a stranger.

"11..."

Misha felt that all the strength in her body was about to be exhausted. Seeing the door was in front of her, but she couldn't hold on any longer. She staggered and rushed towards the door...

As soon as he was about to hit him, an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him back.

Due to her inertia, she turned half a circle and crashed directly into An Rong's arms. She was startled, raised her head, and almost hit his chin.

An Rong hugged her tightly, her body was as soft and fragrant as he imagined.

At that moment, he was a little lost.

After Misha recovered, she pushed him, "Hey, I'm fine."

An Rong came back to her senses, looked at her, and let go of her embrace, "Be careful."

Seeing him standing there as if nothing had happened, Misha closed her eyes, "Can you go?"

An Rong reluctantly nodded, "I will try my best."

Hearing that he lacked confidence, it was clear that he hadn't fully recovered, so Misha decided to be a good man to the end, walked over and supported him, "Let's go."

An Rong looked at her, raised the corners of her lips, and put her shoulders on her shoulders, but this time she didn't put all her weight on her small body.

Helping him into the room, Misha wanted to help him onto the bed, but she had long since lost her strength, her hand slipped, and even An Rong fell on the bed.An Rong's eyes turned slightly, and he wanted to hold her hand, but he withdrew it in mid-air...

Both of them fell on his big bed, An Rong held Misha down, she didn't even have the strength to move to push him away.He could only pant and stare at him.

An Rong raised his head, stared at her, stared at her slightly parted red lips, his gaze changed.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her lips...