Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

She reached over and felt the hot in her hand.

Mu Yanchen's body became more stiff because of her action.

Lanxi breathed tightly, with a trace of worry and surprise in her eyes, and whispered, "do you have a fever?"

I just remembered what he said to her in a dumb voice when I was in the car. I'm not feeling well today. What does it mean.

He's real. Not very well.

After being stiff for a while, mu Yanchen silently experienced enough of the cool but warm temperature in her small palm. He closed his eyes and gently pulled down her hand. His thin lips overflowed with a low and hoarse voice: "sit for a while."

Fever has rarely happened in the past ten years. It's not that he doesn't pay attention, but that he doesn't allow his body to have problems. Because work needs the body as the capital, people who are a little more rational will not easily indulge their illness. Another reason is that even if they are terminally ill and have the reason to rest, the taste of unaccompanied and care will be 100 times deeper than the loneliness and indifference in ordinary days, and they will be unforgettably ill in the bone marrow.

Lanxi's nose was sour. She wanted to catch him, but she caught him empty. She had to get up behind him.

"But you have a fever!" she shouted.

Mu Yanchen's tall and straight figure slowly froze in place. It was not because of her shouting, but because she knew that her knee was injured. She clearly heard the sound of gently sucking cold air when she got up. The injured kneecap itself could not withstand such a sudden action.

His fingers curled up gently. He pursed his pale thin lips and turned back.

"Don't move any more. I won't go. I'll accompany you when I get some medicine, huh?" the tall and straight figure approached, with a morbid burning temperature. His palm put on her head and comforted her softly.

Lanxi didn't know what was wrong with him. His face turned red and white.

The bitterness in her chest had not yet faded, but she immediately noticed that her worry and reluctance were too obvious. It was so obvious that she had a trace of reluctance.

Biting her lips, she nodded casually and sat back at the low table.

Mu Yanchen felt cool and warm alternately, and his eyes took a long time to recover from her.

After a long time, he really came in with the medicine, stepped on the wool carpet, swept his deep eyes and fell on the test paper she had just spread out, and found that the lines of the test paper had not moved - had she just been stunned here until now?

He sat next to her, his long legs under the low table, and a shadow hung over her.

Two antipyretic drugs had been contained in his mouth. His handsome face was as calm as water. When he looked down, he saw her slightly stiff knee hugging action and a pale side face. He could not guess her strange and changeable mind. For a long time, he whispered, "lend me the milk."

He meant the glass of milk he had just brought her.

Lanxi was stunned.

A little flustered, she stretched out her hand, picked up the milk cup with a little temperature, sideways handed it to him, saw that his face was a little pale, straightened his body, and it was inconvenient to drink medicine. In a hurry, she simply supported her body on the wool carpet with one hand, and the other hand directly sent the cup to his lips. Her eyes looked at him and motioned him to open his mouth.

Mu Yanchen's heart was severely stirred again in this quiet dark night, his face was tight, and his deep eyes couldn't help looking at her.

From the time she first met, she should know that he was not used to people's closeness, especially the feeding of medicine and things. It seemed that he would never want to happen to his mu Yanchen. The manifestation of weakness and disease should not belong to him.

But the wall of the milk cup had touched his lips.

"Why don't you drink?" Lan Xi was worried and frowned.

This short and tender reprimand melted mu Yanchen Tieqing's face. His thin lips were subconsciously slightly open. Milk had poured in. It was too late to think. The liquid wrapped two bitter drugs at the tip of his tongue and swallowed them.

The sweet and rich taste immediately filled the mouth.

Lanxi slightly frowned and loosened some gently.

Mu Yanchen's embarrassment is getting deeper and deeper.

——Is he ill? Or is there something really wrong with this night, incredible?

The tip of the tongue was bitterly bitter. Now it was washed away by the sweetness of the milk, and it was clearly painful in his heart. Since she said to end with him last time, he didn't even dare to face the pain, but... But at the moment, she was so close that it was too hot for him. His thick eyelashes were half drooping slowly and was about to be overwhelmed.

What's more, the next moment, she put down the milk cup and gently wiped the corners of his lips.

——There are milk stains.

Mu Yanchen's mind tried to maintain a calm wasteland. With a bang, she set a fire.

He pursed his lips, raised his deep eyes and stared at her face. Under the close light, her eyes were pure and quiet, like the purest worry and concern. His heart was grabbed by one hand. Finally, he grabbed her before her fingers faded, pulled her back to himself, followed all his clamoring ideas, and kissed her still slightly open bright red lips.

The extremely soft feeling spreads on the lips and heart.

He wanted to do this for a long time.

Every moment of separation in the past five days, he wanted to hold her in his arms, kiss her deeply and give her the deepest love.

She has the softest lips in the world. He can't help covering and tossing. He pries open her teeth at the moment of her weak consciousness, feeds her with the fragrant milk smell, sweeps the tip of her tongue, and makes her catch her own taste. The harder and heavier the action is, sucking and sucking makes her tremble slightly, forcing her to dance with her.

When she wanted to step back, her big palm fastened the back of her brain closer to herself, and her tongue was swallowed up more.

The feeling of red, naked and helpless frightened her again. Lanxi's eyes exuded a trace of moisture. Thinking of the madness and pain of those two days, his hand holding the carpet back began to tremble and couldn't stand it any longer. His small hand covered the back of his hand holding his cheek, held it tightly, begged him to stop with silent action, and his other hand touched his chest.

Mu Yanchen grabbed her suddenly falling waist and felt her resistance.

He suddenly woke up.

Jun's face, which was slightly red, showed a trace of confusion, and then became clearer and clearer. His thick eyelashes opened. He saw her with tears in her eyes and felt as if she had been hit hard by a heavy hammer!!

He was impulsive again and thought of her words again.

Mu Yanchen, let's finish.

——How can he forget that there are some things that he can't ask for and can't force. He'll only scare her off.

He closed his eyes in embarrassment. Mu Yanchen leaned his eyes against her forehead, hugged her with trembling arms, gently patted her back and said in a low voice: "sorry... Sorry, Lanxi... I burned too much... I..."

He breathed deeply, with deep and shallow pain in his flashing eyes, and said in a low voice: "I'll go away... Don't be afraid..."

When he finished, he got up. Sure enough, he was burning a little. His feet were unstable. He held the wall and became more stable. His thin lips were tight and closed into a line. He paused before he continued to walk and left her a separate space.

***

Late at night, the door of his study was suddenly knocked.

Mu Yanchen leaned back on his seat and continued the examination and approval of the document. He was too serious and ignored the sound of the outside world. He didn't lift his pale handsome face until he rang twice, and his consciousness finally pulled back from the document.

There won't be a third person in his apartment at the moment.

Put the file down, and by the way, I said in English. The ocean communication with the people on the computer screen ended. The video avatar of the other party was cut off after half a second. Mu Yanchen got up and opened the door.

The sight of opening the door made him sad.

Lanxi thought he didn't want to pay attention to her. He had given up knocking on the door and squatted down gently. His white face was watery and his eyes were wide open. Looking at the mess of test papers and scores between his hands, a kind of confused taste spread around her.

Mu Yanchen's face became paler at the moment.

Lanxi was also stunned.

Put away her emotion, she remained silent for a few seconds, and then raised her eyes. There was a trace of hoarseness in her soft voice: "can you help me look at the test paper? I've turned over some questions myself, but I still can't."

The feeling that you can't understand the way to answer the problem all by yourself is very frustrating and helpless.

The night was gloomy, like a black net falling from the sky, which oppressed him and couldn't breathe.

Mu Yanchen held back the pain in her deep eyes, walked slowly over, gently hugged her, pulled open the test paper, picked up her body and walked towards the study. Her thin lips gently rubbed the hair on her head, hoping to give her a trace of comfort.

He hated himself a little and forgot, forgot what he came to her for tonight.

The wide seat made her look much bigger.

There were some planning documents and signed contract blueprints on the table. She swept her eyes, and the reserve price was more than 100 million casually. The science comprehensive test paper was out of place on it. She wanted to reach out for it, but he pressed it gently.

"Where not?" he whispered.

Lanxi noticed that he had sat down close behind him. There was still a pile of documents on the left side of the table that had not been processed. The night was getting dark. He had just returned home and had to start doing this kind of fighting.

With her eyes slightly moist, she pointed to the last big chemical reasoning problem.

She just couldn't figure out how many sides people could have? His every good is so real that people can't refuse. Is it worth it to hurt and hurt so much in order to have no future feelings?

Mu Yanchen's low voice sounded in the quiet study. The organization was still clear and the logic was clear. She could still understand it with a few prompts, but her pale little face burned up. Lanxi listened to the familiar chemical formula names spitting out from his mouth and listened to those familiar chemical theories. Her red eyes raised and turned to look at him.

"Mu Yanchen, why do you know the content of our high school textbooks so well?" her voice was a little dumb.