Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

There seems to be no problem!

Jiang Fanxing's mouth can't help rising, carrying his skirt, carefully jumped on Huo Hanxiao's back.

A pair of big hands, steady drag her ass.

The pace is steady and there is no change.

Jiang Fanxing tightly hugged his neck and absorbed the warm breath of his body. For a moment, she felt that she was really Mrs. Huo.

Mrs. Huo.

"Huo Hanxiao..."

"Well?"

"Nothing, just to call you."

"Well!"

They are not talking, the atmosphere is quiet.

Jiang Fanxing leans on Huo Hanxiao's back and feels that life is really wonderful.

Four years ago, she really wanted him to die. If it wasn't for him, she would not have been put into a place of doom and doom, and she would not have been put in a place of darkness.

But later he calmed down. In fact, he was also a victim.

Jiang Nanyan and Shen Wan set such a trap. It must have been deliberate. Even if it wasn't Huo Hanxiao, there would be others.

Now, she's really glad that person is him.

Fortunately, it was him.

"Huohuo Huo" held his neck, his arms tightened, his legs around his narrow waist, "sleepy ~"

"sleep for a while first."

"Are you tired?" Although she is very light, she is more than 90 Jin. He will be tired if he carries it all the time.

"No

Carry you, never tired.

If I can, I will carry you all my life.

……

The next day.

Jiang Fanxing wakes up in Huo Hanxiao's arms. She looks down at her arm across her waist and yawns.

She's a bit fragmented and can't remember how she came back yesterday.

It's just She remembers that it was this pair of arms that dragged her buttocks steadily last night and walked a long way.

Lean arm was a healthy wheat color, delicate lines, powerful.

Involuntarily stretched out the finger, gently poked.

No response

Poke again.

Still no response

Keep poking.

Still no response.

Jiang Fanxing Why No matter how tired he is, he won't sleep so deeply.

When she was puzzled, she suddenly found that his arm was very hot.

"Why is it so hot..." She turned around in his arms and faced him, and found that his brows were constricted, as if in pain.

My heart suddenly clapped and sank.

He quickly reached out and touched his forehead.

"It's so hot!"

It seems that it was frozen last night. I had a cold and a fever.

Jiang Fanxing blames himself and sighs. He gave himself his coat yesterday and carried her all night She made him sick.

"Ho Ho? Is it hard? You wait for me. I'll get the medicine for you. "

Open the quilt to prepare to start, can be a tight waist.

"Don't go."

Jiang Fanxing turned around and stuffed Huo Hanxiao's arm into the quilt. "I won't go. I'll get you some medicine."

"No medicine." Huo held her wrist as if afraid that she would disappear.

At this time, Huo Hanxiao was as weak as a child.

He curled up on the bed like shrimp, his cheeks were red because of high fever, his eyes were closed, his thin lips were tight, "don't leave me."

Jiang Fanxing gave a wry smile. It was the first time for her to see such Huo Hanxiao.

Squatting down, patiently explained, "I won't go, and I won't leave you. You are ill now. You need to take medicine. Huo Hanxiao opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Fanxing, as if thinking about what she said.

"Xiaoxingkong always takes more medicine when she is sick."

"OK, take the medicine." With that, Huo Hanxiao closed his eyes again.