Xiao Mo Kuang still had a gentle and elegant aura, but his eyes were slightly darker as he approached.
The closer he got to the bed, the clearer the breath that he had inexplicably often recalled in his memory became.
He walked to the bed and lifted the curtain.
Looking at Chu Ci who was sitting on the bed and tidying up her clothes.
As if to confirm something, he bent down, raised his hand and wrapped it around Chu Ci's slender arm, holding Chu Ci directly in his arms. He felt it carefully, listened to the little girl make a single sound of doubt, and then called him softly.
Suddenly the impulse became stronger, and he raised his hand and hugged Chu Ci tightly.
There was no rejection in my heart, and I even felt the breath filling up. The missing piece in my heart during this period was miraculously filled up.
'Xiao Mo's love value +4, currently 44.'
Then he heard the little girl murmur, raising her hand to push his chest, a little impatiently, "My neck."
Xiao Mokuang subconsciously let go of his hand and looked at Chu Ci frowning and pressing his neck.
Perhaps it was because she was taking medicine, in addition to her unique warm scent, the dormitory was also filled with a faint bitterness and fragrance of herbs.
Mixed together, they smell indescribably good.
Xiao Mokuang pursed his lips slightly, thinking something in his mind, and sat directly on Chu Ci's bed, raising his hand to pinch Chu Ci's chin.
This little girl looks a lot plumper, but when you touch her or hug her, there isn't much flesh on her. She is very delicate, thin and weak.
He reached out with his other hand and rubbed Chu Ci's neck twice tentatively, "Does it still hurt?"
At this moment, the treacherous minister who had originally planned to kill Chu Ci when she came of age was actually sincere and put away the sharp weapons he had originally used to turn the world upside down. He played with them gently in his hands with some rare movements, as if he had found a favorite toy.
Chu Ci hummed softly, vaguely trying to save the back of her neck from his grip, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore, it will feel a lot better if I press it."
Chu Ci tried to escape, but Xiao Mokuang's hand followed and held her tightly.
The beast's eyes rolled around, and it seemed as if it had thought of something. It snorted softly, and with its backhand movements, it quickly and gently pushed Chu Ci back into the quilt.
Chu Ci was caught off guard and was caught red-handed.
With her cheek buried in the soft quilt, she felt a chill on her back. The coat she had just put on was pulled off by him without her knowing when.
The porcelain bottle on the ground was not broken. Xiao Mokuang picked it up, put the mouth of the bottle to his nose and sniffed it gently, frowning.
He raised his voice slightly and called the guard in, asking him to get the medicine from his room.
He usually practices martial arts, and although what he does makes people feel sinister, it is also extremely dangerous. Many things are like walking on the edge of a cliff in the rain of swords and blood. If he is not careful, he will either fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces, or be stabbed to death by the guys who are eyeing him and want to pull him down.
Therefore, he always has a complete set of medicines for such injuries and sprains.
He saw the little girl lying face down between the quilts, her beautiful butterfly bones stretching out under his hands, her fair and tender little face turned towards him, as if with some doubts.
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