In some ways, Bo Jiu is indeed a very qualified pillow.
As long as this person's aura is there, Qin Mo will relax all over his body.
It's just that Bo Jiu is still worried that the rain on his body will affect the great god And the temperature on the back of the hand has no intention of going down.
This made Bo Jiu squint.
Gently raise your hands high.
Then, I walked towards the bathroom.
She walked slowly, trying not to exert any force.
Turn on the hot water and soak the towel in it. directly took off his battle uniform jacket, took a Qin Mo's coat from the hanger and put it on his body.
Looks like I'm not going to sleep.
After all this.
She took out the towel, twisted it a few times, and covered Qin Mo's forehead with steam.
When doing these things, in order not to appear rude, Bo Jiu's movements were silent.
But the princess was watching, patrolling there in a warning way.
As if to say, you don't want to think crookedly when your master has no ability to resist.
Bo Jiu's attention was on the great god at this time, and he didn't have the heart to look at the princess. pressed the corner of the quilt again, his eyes fell on the left hand with medical tape, and he reached out to touch it.
When she felt that the time was almost up, she took off the towel again and went into the bathroom to soak in the hot water again.
It's just that this time it was soaked in two pieces, and the other piece was covered on the joint of the great god's left hand.
For an esports player, the hand is the most important thing.
What's more, hot compresses on joints already have the effect of reducing fever.
And so on and so forth.
The clock hung on the wall kept turning.
The rain outside the window didn't stop.
Qin Mo was still out of his dream.
Only this time it's much softer.
There is no river that can almost drown people.
But there was a soft thing in his arms, and every time he pounced on him, he would be indifferent, indifferently calling him.
Who the hell is that The more you want to know the answer, the easier it is to wake up.
When Qin Mo suddenly opened his eyes, he found that there was an extra person beside him, that person was afraid that he would be cold, and his right hand covered his left wrist, how annoying that face was usually, and how well-behaved it was now.
Qin Mo stretched out his hand, his fingertips rubbing the young man's cheek, the touch was indeed like milk, very smooth.
Qin Mo leaned over, originally wanting to do something.
Soon, though, he paused.
Even if he was very tired, he subconsciously knew that he was now suffering from a fever and a cold, and he couldn't pass it on to someone.
It's just that you can't let this guy sleep like this.
With the only remaining thoughts, I pulled the quilt.
Both men were wrapped in.
Qin Mo's jaw rubbed against Bo Jiu's soft hair, his eyes were closed again, and his side face was still indifferent, but his breath was completely different.
On a bed, the posture of hugging from behind will always look particularly warm.
It's just that it also varies from time to place.
Early the next morning, it was just dawn.
Aunt Zhang was worried about Qin Mo, so she boiled porridge early and sent it in with medicine.
Originally, I was thinking about getting the young master up, but it was estimated that it would be a little difficult, and what I was most afraid of was that the young master's fever had not subsided, so what should I do.
Who knows, as soon as she pushed the door open, there was actually one more person on the bed The man seemed to have just woken up when he heard the noise, rubbed his eyes, and then hooked his lips and smiled at her, two cute tiger teeth were exposed, and the silver hair was even more handsome: "Shh, Aunt Zhang, be quiet, Brother Mo hasn't woken up yet." ” Aunt Zhang: That's not the point, the point is how the hell did you get in, Jiu Shao aa2705221: