Feng Shaojin stopped and looked up at her. The deep meaning of her eyes was not clear.

He withdrew his strength and asked, "it hurts?"

Mo Lingwei's pretty little face was wrinkled and nodded.

Feng Shaojin felt that she must be crazy to rub her feet at such a time.

She was wearing her coat, her long hair was half wet, her cheeks were red because of fever, her clear eyes seemed to have flowing light, like a lake shining by the sun, the moon and the stars.

Because of the pain, her lower lip was bitten out of a row of small teeth, the more the disease, such as the west, I feel pity.

Mo Lingwei lay down again, turned her body and closed her eyes: "tomorrow, it will be better."

Feng Shaojin:...

Feng Shaojin raised her hand to touch her forehead, "you're burning again."

Mo Ling Wei is muddled, holding his outer garment to shrink into a ball: "it's so cold."

"I'll add more dry wood." Feng Shaojin added some branches to the fire to make the fire bigger.

It's raining outside the cave, and it's warm and dry inside. Feng Shaojin looks at Mo Lingwei, who has shrunk into a ball. After thinking about it, she takes off her only white tunic and covers her. She is a little far away from her. She sits against the stone wall, and the residual light from the corner of her eyes floats to see her from time to time.

Close the eyes, the brain sea is all just the picture, Feng Shaojin holding the forehead, again open the eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood what it was like to sing on the stage.

"It's cold." I don't know whether it's a pain in her ankle or a fever. Mo Lingwei starts to cry and blurs out: "mother, mother..."

Feng Shaojin: "the masseter muscles of Feng Shaojin's side face are tight. He has to get close to her and wrap her tightly with his clothes." Lingwei, is it cold? "

Mo Lingwei is burning in a muddle, like a nightmare in a dream. Her body is soaked in ice water. She finally holds a stove. She finds a comfortable posture and sleeps peacefully.

Feng Shaojin:....

Feng Shaojin looked down at the person lying in her arms. She was stiff and didn't dare to move. She even slowed down her breathing and didn't dare to breathe.

The next day, the sky was clear.

The mountain forest has been washed by the rain, the air is more and more fresh, and the sound of birds is clear and sweet.

Mo Lingwei opens her eyes, her fever has gone, and the swelling on her wrists has gone away. It doesn't hurt as much as yesterday.

She was wrapped in two clothes, with a man's unique temperature and taste.

Looking from the side, Feng Shaojin was naked, leaning against the stone wall and dozing.

Hearing the news, Feng Shaojin immediately opened her eyes and saw that she was going to sit up and help her.

Close, Mo Lingwei see his deep Phoenix eyes full of red blood, a dark blue under the eye socket.

Feng Shaojin saw that she was looking at herself and explained with some embarrassment: "last night you said it was cold, I just...

Mo Lingwei quickly returned her clothes to him:" put them on. "

Feng Shaojin took over the tunic and put it on. She still put the coat on her: "the rain has stopped outside. I'll carry you down the mountain."

He picked up the basket and put it on her back. He couldn't help but carry Mo Lingwei behind her and walked down the mountain step by step.

Mo Lingwei lies behind him and hears the sound of armor breaking in her hard chest...

"Feng Shaojin." Mo Lingwei put her arms around his neck and said, "since childhood, no one has ever carried me except my mother and brother..."

her breathing voice was close to her ear, and the tip of her nose rubbed behind his neck.

Feng Shaojin only felt that her heart was numb, "then I'll carry you all my life, OK?"

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