Zhou Xiaoan didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers, where could he still dress himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With the quilt, she slept more soundly, burying her face on the pillow and not moving.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Uncle pacing back and forth in the house for a few steps, and then a gentle and seductive voice appeared in her ears, "Xiao An, you are obedient, get up, put on your clothes, and Uncle will take you to the hospital." ”

"Xiao An, are you uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water? ”

"Xiao An, wake up, Xiao An?"

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Very gentle but persevering, as if she would never give up until she woke up.

After calling me an unknown number of times, Zhou Xiaoan reluctantly opened his eyes, and at a glance saw the uncle squatting beside the bed, talking to her very close to her.

I don't know if it's because I'm weak in my illness, or if I suddenly change my angle, looking at it like this, I feel that he has a kind of gentleness that he doesn't usually have, which makes people's hearts feel solid and warm, and I want to be looked at like this all the time.

Zhou Xiaoan looked at the uncle in a daze, and his already burned brain didn't react to what to do for a long time.

Zhou Yuehai was uncomfortable for a while by her eyes, which were more moist because of her fever, and tilted her head to the side, her ears were already red, "Xiao An, get up and put on your clothes, you are sick, we have to go to the hospital." ”

Zhou Xiaoan looked at his uncle in a daze, and suddenly smiled, "Uncle? ”

Zhou Yuehai looked at her tenderly and pityingly, raised his hand to touch her hair, but he didn't know why he took it back halfway, "Xiao An, you're sick, let's ......"

Zhou Xiaoan had already turned his head and fell asleep again, because with his uncle by his side, he slept more soundly than just now.

Zhou Yuehai could only repeat the process just now again and wake Zhou Xiaoan up again.

didn't give her a chance to sleep this time, Zhou Yuehai was helped up through the towel, "Xiao An, come, you dress yourself, we have to go to the hospital quickly, you have a fever......"

Zhou Xiaoan was so burned that he couldn't sit still at all, and as soon as his body fell, he leaned into his arms, and his burning red cheeks made his heart beat violently.

The towel quilt wrapped around her body also spread out a little, revealing the girl's slender and pink body.

In the midsummer weather, there are only two girls at home, Zhou Xiaoan and Shen Mei, who only wear the thinnest and coolest clothes when they sleep, with a small vest similar to a tight suspender on the upper body, and only a pair of ultra-short sports boxers underneath.

For the first time in his life, Zhou Yuehai was at a loss, and wrapped the towel around Zhou Xiao'an's body in a mess, his heart was pounding like a drum and almost jumped out of his chest, and he didn't know where to put it with his arms outstretched.

Zhou Xiaoan liked this pillow that was much lower than his own, it was soft and hard, warm and comfortable, and slowly shrunk his whole person into his arms, trying to make his hot skin contact with it as much as possible.

Zhou Yuehai's whole body was stiff, and his throat was dry with nervousness, "Xiao An, I'm going to find Aunt Zhang to dress you......"

Zhou Xiaoan buried his face in his uncle's arms, snorted comfortably, and moved his body again, wanting to have more intimate contact with this comfortable pillow.

Zhou Yuehai couldn't stop Zhou Xiao'an from approaching at all, and deep down he didn't want to stop her from approaching.

The girl in his arms seemed to have a much higher temperature than an ordinary fever, which made his heart burn, and the blood in his whole body boiled.

Zhou Yuehai lowered his head and looked at Zhou Xiaoan in his arms breathlessly.

Soft and sweet, well-behaved and lovely, the girl's body is slender and green, the skin can be broken by blowing, and the budding flower bones are as beautiful and fresh as them, and they shrink into a ball with attachment to him.

Holding her is like holding a white and fragile magnolia flower.

From his point of view, her small forehead is fair and full, her upturned nose is delicate and lovely, and her lips, which are usually moist and pink, are dry and peeling because of fever, but they make people's hearts feel softer and more pity.

I want to gently kiss her long and dense eyelashes, and I want to comfort and care her with the most gentle kiss and the most comfortable embrace.

His heart moved at will, and Zhou Yuehai had already tightened his arms before he knew it, and hugged Zhou Xiaoan tightly in his arms.

Zhou Xiao'an's smooth and fair skin was pink because of fever, and Zhou Yuehai's hand unconsciously fell on her small and fair shoulder, and her hand was soft and delicate, warm and warm.

People can't help but want to rub it carefully inch by inch, and her whole body will melt in his palm......

I want to kiss her, I want to rub her into my arms and become one with myself and never be separated again.

The desire came too quickly to be controlled.

Zhou Yuehai was shocked by the tsunami-like desire of the landslide in his heart, and subconsciously opened his eyes from Zhou Xiaoan.

But the next moment, he firmly set his eyes on Zhou Xiaoan.

At this moment, he suddenly brightened up, and finally understood what his problems with Zhou Xiaoan were these days.

He finally knew what the anger, desire, and hope in his heart were after Shen Mei had said that to him.

Those inexplicable blockages, those sudden losses, and those strong desires that can't be grasped are unsatisfying.

He wants more, wants to be closer to Zhou Xiaoan, wants her to only have himself in her eyes, and wants her to belong to him completely!

Zhou Yuehai's heart beat violently, looking at the girl in front of him, full of deep indulgence and fascination, as if the boundless deep sea was about to swallow and drown her whole person.

The monstrous waves under his eyes were slowly suppressed, and Zhou Yuehai's whole person became warm and clear like the sea under the clear.

Looking at Zhou Xiao'an in his arms, the boundless joy in his heart made the tenderness in his chest like an endless wave, full of vitality and strength, and he looked refreshed.

Zhou Yuehai cherished and gently hugged Zhou Xiao'an in his arms, slowly lowered his head, and solemnly dropped a gentle kiss on her hair.

Then he picked up the towel quilt, wrapped her carefully, and then gently hugged her in his arms.

It's so good, he likes this girl, and she is so beautiful, smart and hardworking, kind and lovely, so that liking her has become a warm and proud thing.

Zhou Yuehai looked at Zhou Xiaoan gently, suppressed the desire to kiss her, and lightly tapped the tip of her nose, "Sweet little girl." ”

This little girl is like a piece of sweet and sour orange gummies, which really makes her heart flow honey.

Zhou Yuehai didn't go to find Aunt Zhang, but picked up Zhou Xiaoan's clothes and put them on her gently.

Holding her, his hands were still a little unsteady with excitement, and his heart was pounding so much that he was almost cerebral congested, but he controlled himself from touching any of her skin that should not be touched.

His liking must be respectful and loving, and at no time should he bring her the slightest harm or blasphemy.

Even his eyes tried not to look at her.

I was so anxious about her condition just now that I lifted the quilt without thinking about anything, the picture was so shocking that even if I didn't look at it anymore, it would always remain in my heart.

Zhou Yuehai pressed Zhou Xiaoan's burnt red cheeks to his own socket, and whispered softly in her ear, "Xiao An, let's go." (To be continued.) )