Su Zimo's hot breath sprayed on her soft and sensitive ears, as well as his repeated name, although it was only two words, it made Mu Lingluo stunned for a while, as if she weighed a thousand catties, which made her feel a little at a loss for a while, and her heart seemed to be screwed by something, and it hurt sourly.

She bit the corner of her lip, slowly straightened up, and looked at Su Zimo, who was a little unstable even in a coma, her originally hard heart seemed to have been hit hard by an unknown hammer, she hung her long eyelashes, looking at Su Zimo on the bed at this time, she couldn't say anything.

After a long time, she raised her hand and wanted to change the wet wipes on his forehead for him, but suddenly felt a tightness in her wrist. She was startled, lowered her head, and saw that Su Zimo didn't know when he woke up, his eyes were red from fever, locked her tightly, and his big palm, which was hot like a soldering iron, grabbed her white jade wrist.

"Aluo, is that you?" Su Zimo opened his eyes that were not very clear, looking at her tightly, and his voice became hoarse due to high fever, but his voice was already good, but at this time, there was more and more of a decadent magnetism.

Mu Lingluo was like a thief who had been caught stealing something, and couldn't help but want to retreat, but she didn't know what to say for a while, she said sneeringly: "I...... I ......"

She didn't expect to come, but she heard that he was seriously ill, and she couldn't even worry about her hands, feet, and even her head, so she came over unconsciously. She just wanted to see if he was okay, that's all.

It's just that Su Zimo only had time to ask this sentence, and his eyes slowly dilated, and he slowly passed out again. But holding Mu Lingluo's hand, he couldn't pull it away, as if he was afraid that she would escape, he refused to let go, and only grabbed her wrist tightly, as if it was the only warm sunshine that held his life.

Mu Lingluo was a little painful, she tried to break it open, but his hand locked her tightly like an iron chain, so that she couldn't open it at all. She could only be deflated, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him for a long time, and finally changed his wet wipes with one hand, which was not very convenient, and because she was not used to her left hand, she got his clothes wet.

At this time, she was alone in the house, and she couldn't even call someone for help.

She sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at Su Zimo, who was picturesque, even in a coma, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had a lot of trouble. She involuntarily reached out and stroked his brow, slowly smoothing his frowning and good-looking brows, and Su Zimo's expression became quiet.

Time seems to have become long and quiet at this moment, there are no disputes, no disagreements, only simple pulse warmth.

When Su Zimo woke up, it was already the next morning, and the glimmer of morning light penetrated through the window and fell to the ground, drawing irregular shapes, and the air was fresh and slightly cool.

Su Zimo blinked his long and narrow eyes, and a faint sense of loss flashed under his eyes, it turned out that he thought that Ah Luo was feeding him water, Ah Luo took care of him, and Ah Luo smoothed his eyebrows for him were all dreaming.

However, too, how could Ah Luo come to see him and how could he come to take care of him, it was impossible just to think about it. She was so angry, so sad, how could she possibly forgive him!

It's all just his pipe dream!

He tried to raise his hand, but suddenly he felt as if his hand was being pressed by something, and it seemed that he was still holding something in his palm. He was stunned for a moment, his gaze slowly moved from the bed tent above his head, and landed on the edge of the bed, and then his pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked closely at the woman who was leaning on his bedside, half of her face pressed against his arm.

Her long, soft, dark hair slipped down her back and spilled onto the bed, spreading out like a black and smooth silk. She was wearing a white fox fur, her face was facing him sideways, he could only see a little, but with just one glance, the face and figure that were deeply imprinted in his heart had already made him easily guess who this person was......

The fingers on his side trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to make any big moves, lest it was just another dream of his. If he pushes a little harder, the dream will shatter and the person in front of him will cease to exist.

Su Zimo's breathing was slightly short, only looking at the person in front of him tightly, he raised his free right hand, slowly, slowly and gently touched the green silk she spread on the bedding, the softness of the fingertips touched, so that his heart couldn't help but soften a lot, the original heavy discomfort in his heart seemed to dissipate at this moment, leaving only a soft feeling full of soft feelings.

"Ah Luo—" He silently closed his thin lips and softly spat out two words.

I'm afraid there is nothing like this moment to make him feel calm and warm, as long as he can see her in front of his eyes, all the emotions before him no longer exist, and there is only her existence in his eyes.

This feeling was amazing, it was something he had never experienced in front of other people, not even the queen mother and royal brother whom he respected.

At this moment, there was a sudden creaking sound at the door, followed by Forsythia with a medicine bowl, and she couldn't help but be stunned when she looked at the warm scene in front of her.

The beautiful girl was lying prone on the edge of the bed, her long hair like a waterfall spilling on the bed, the girl's eyes were closed, and there was a faint tiredness between her eyebrows. The handsome and beautiful young man's eyes were gentle, as if he were holding a clear spring, and his eyes were full of the shadow of a girl, and even his always cold and noble breath was infiltrated by tenderness.

For a while, Forsythia didn't know if the man in front of him was the hard-hearted, ruthless, and incomprehensible King Chen who was rumored in the capital, this may be an ordinary man with a beloved girl.

Su Zimo seemed to sense someone's attention, he raised his eyes and swept away the gentleness of Fang Cai, his eyes were sharp and cold, like an incomparably sharp sword, stabbing at the forsythia standing at the door.

Forsythia was so startled that she couldn't help but retreat, but she bumped into Xu Gui who followed behind her, and the medicine bowl in her hand suddenly couldn't hold it anymore, fell to the ground, shattered into several pieces, and the potion splashed on the corner of her skirt.

Su Zimo's eyebrows were cold, and he was caught off guard, so he only had time to look down at Mu Lingluo beside him.

This sudden crisp sound really woke up the sleeping Mu Lingluo, she slowly raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes, but found that her right hand was still held by Su Zimo's left hand, and her still confused brain suddenly woke up.

Yes, no wonder she slept with a sore back, just because yesterday they couldn't break Su Zimo's hand holding her, and in the end she had no choice but to take care of him with a high fever by his bedside for a night.