Wei Zhiqian took a step towards Tan Mo, and there was only a little more than a fist's distance between them.

Wei Zhiqian was tall to begin with, and he was so close to him that Tan Mo could only tilt his neck upwards with difficulty, causing the back of his neck to become sore.

Wei Zhiqian also saw the rosy blush on Tan Mo's face.

Her eyes were also slightly unfocused.

The focus is still on Wei Zhiqian's face, but Wei Zhiqian's face seems a little blurry, as if a soft light filter has been added, making his facial lines softer, not so sharp and clear.

Wei Zhiqian frowned slightly and saw that Tan Mo's little face was getting redder and redder.

He raised his hand and gently probed Tan Mo's forehead with the back of his fingertips.

The strange thing is that when I first put it on, it wasn't hot.

But after a few seconds, it started to heat up.

Wei Zhiqian felt strange and stayed for a few more seconds.

As a result, the temperature under the back of the finger is getting higher and higher, and there is a tendency to continue to rise.

"What's going on?" Wei Zhiqian asked nervously, "Do you have a fever?"

He held Tan Mo's arm and walked inside. "I remember there is a digital thermometer at home."

Wei Zhiqian walked hurriedly, but after just a few steps, he heard Tan Mo say, "I don't have a fever."

"Uncle, you forgot, I have the power of healing. Unless my power is consumed too much, I will not get sick." From childhood to adulthood, except for the time when she treated Wei Zhiqian's injury during the college entrance examination, she has never been sick.

Wei Zhiqian forgot this.

I just tried to talk about Mo and my face got really hot and I became nervous.

Now that I think about it, it’s true.

Wei Zhiqian finally stopped and raised his hand to test the temperature of Tan Mo's forehead.

When he first tried it, the temperature of Tan Mo's forehead seemed to have dropped a little compared to before.

But within a few seconds, the temperature on her forehead rose again.

"Why is it so cold and hot?" Wei Zhiqian was puzzled.

If you're not sick, why is it so strange?

Looking at Tan Mo's rosy cheeks again, Wei Zhiqian's fingertips touched them again.

The delicate skin is warmed by ironing.

Wei Zhiqian was about to ask a question when his chest sank. Tan Mo's forehead hit his chest directly, and the whole person was so lazy that he seemed to have no bones.

Her body leaned forward, and when viewed from the side, she was leaning against Wei Zhiqian at an angle, supporting her weight entirely by resting her forehead on his chest.

"What's wrong?" Wei Zhiqian was surprised. He gently put his arm around Tan Mo's shoulders, but did not let her stand up straight. He just let her forehead rest against his chest.

"Hmm... I don't have the strength to stand on my own." Tan Mo put his forehead on his chest, rubbing it left and right.

Wei Zhiqian chuckled. How could this little girl be so cute even when she was lazy?

Just as he was about to help Tan Mo sit down, he caught a glimpse of a bottle of RIO on the coffee table.

Next to it is Tan Mo's notebook.

Sometimes Tan Mo would put his notebook on the coffee table, sit on the carpet, and write while leaning against the sofa behind him.

The carpet is soft, thick and fuzzy.

It's very comfortable to sit on.

From time to time, Tan Mo would bend his legs and rub the soles of his feet on the soft carpet.

Because it is a long-haired carpet, when you step on it, it almost covers your instep.

Plus, the carpet is white, which makes it feel like walking on clouds.

At this time, Tan Mo was not wearing slippers and was walking barefoot on the white carpet.

The carpet was milky white, and it looked even less white than her feet.

Tan Mo's feet are white with a hint of pink, and look very clear.

Wei Zhiqian clearly remembered that although Tan Mo's feet were translucent white, they did not show any pink.

I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol.

Not only was her face rosy, but even the backs of her feet were the color of rose juice.

It's really tempting.

"Have you been drinking?" Wei Zhiqian simply held Tan Mo's waist with both hands, added a little strength, and pulled her into his arms.

He simply moved his hands behind her waist, and crossed his long, bony fingers together like a lock, locking Tan Mo in his arms.

It was fine when I just drank it.

Now after a while, the alcohol started to take effect.

Tan Mo's eyes became even more distracted.

She hummed, then nestled in Wei Zhiqian's arms, rubbing her cheek against his chest several times affectionately and trustingly.

In the end, Lazy leaned his whole body against Wei Zhiqian.

"I just took a few sips." Tan Mo smacked his lips, the blush on his face deepening. "It's quite delicious, sour and sweet, and not much of a taste of alcohol."

Wei Zhiqian helped Tan Mo sit on the sofa.

He also sat next to Tan Mo and leaned over to pick up the can of cocktail on the table.

Wei Zhiqian was helpless. Could this be considered just a few sips?

Most of the jar was gone, with only a little bit hanging around at the bottom.

However, it's okay for Tan Mo to get drunk after drinking this.

This little girl's alcohol tolerance is really low, which makes people worry.

If she were to go out alone, even if she just drank a sip for the sake of courtesy, she would get completely drunk.

How can this make people feel at ease?

In this case, how easy is it to have an accident?

The little girl is not very clear-headed now. When Tan Mo wakes up, he will have a good talk with her.

Tan Mo held Wei Zhiqian's arm and rubbed his face against it a few times. "Butler Zhu went to school to bring me mooncakes today. My great-grandfather and great-grandmother asked them to bring them. They were worried that my roommates wouldn't be able to go home for Mid-Autumn Festival because their vacation was short, so they wanted them to have some mooncakes at school."

Wei Zhiqian chuckled, "The two elders are quite thoughtful."

How much must one like Tan Mo to even consider Tan Mo's roommate?

"Yeah." Tan Mo nodded obediently, a sparkle in his misty eyes, "So I called grandma right away."

Tan Mo tilted his head, resting his chin on Wei Zhiqian's shoulder, remembering the old lady's words, "Grandma also asked me to ask you something."

"What?" Wei Zhiqian turned his head and saw Tan Mo's little face right in front of him.

The fair, rosy little face exudes a sour and sweet fragrance.

The sour and sweet aroma seemed to come from Tan Mo who had just drunk most of the cocktail, and also seemed to come from her breath, and seemed to come from the sweet fragrance on her body.

The two faces were so close now that Wei Zhiqian could even see clearly the long, curled and thick eyelashes on Tan Mo's eyes.

Wei Zhiqian couldn't help but count them one by one.

But after counting for a while, he gave up.

Tan Mo's eyelashes are so thick that it's impossible to count them all.

Wei Zhiqian's nose tip was facing Tan Mo's high nose bridge, and their breaths intertwined.

It was the different auras of the two people, entangled with each other, becoming hotter and hotter.

Wei Zhiqian swallowed and his throat slid.

His eyes first fell on her rosy cheeks, then on the tip of her nose, and finally on Tan Mo's slightly open lips.