A few rays of sunlight flowed through the crack of the door, and the azure silver silk silk fiflave in front of the bed was slightly hanging down, and the silver silk tassels on the curtain danced because of the wind.

Feng Wuwu suddenly had a convulsion, and spit out the waste water in his chest between tossing and turning.

"Ahem—"

She raised her hand and wiped her face indiscriminately, her eyes not yet fully focused staring at the azure embroidered curtain.

"You're awake!"

Jun Moran looked at Feng Wuwu gently, and there was a hint of joy in his low voice.

“………”

Feng Wuwu also looked at him steadily, and she slandered in her heart that she must be dreaming.

Otherwise, how could Jun Moran be so gentle with her?

She slowly stretched out her hand and twisted it vigorously on Jun Moran's thigh, "It doesn't hurt, does it?" I knew it was a dream. ”

Jun Mo Ran dotingly held Feng Wuwu's outstretched hand, "This king knows that you will definitely be reluctant to leave this king." ”

Her hands, with a chill of materiality, were so cold that Jun Moran's stretched brows furrowed again.

Feng Wuwu faintly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly withdrew his hand, and pinched his cheek instead.

It hurts!

It's not a dream!

Feng Wuwu's apricot eyes were round, and he stood up in shock, "Are you really Jun Mo Ran?" ”

He smiled lightly and said in a deep voice, "The goods are genuine, as if they were fake." ”

Feng Wuwu put his hand on his forehead, and slandered himself in his heart that he must be a ghost.

All this, for sure, is not true!

If Jun Moran was so gentle, she wouldn't be so downcast.

No, wait!

She had obviously drowned in the moat, but she had somehow returned to the Ink Dye Pavilion.

Just as she was trying to remember what happened last night, Jun Moran opened another bottle of Yurong Shengsheng Muscle Cream, and he dipped his fingertips in the white jade-like paste to make a gesture to once again medicate Feng Wuwu.

"Jun Mo Ran, what are you doing!"

Feng Wuwu screamed silently, and brushed away Jun Moran's hand that was reaching out to her.

Jun Moran slowly withdrew his hand, although his face was cold, his voice was warm, "You are injured." ”

"I didn't!"

Feng Wuwu quickly dragged the thin jacket and covered himself tightly.

"Still say no?" Jun Moran was also angry, and said coldly, "This king has exhausted the gold sore medicine in the house, but he has not been able to stop the bleeding for you. ”

“………”

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and she felt that if it wasn't for the extremely terrifying hallucinations in her brain, it was Jun Mo who suddenly changed her temperament when her brain entered the water.

It stands to reason that since Jun Moran found out that she was a daughter, it was equivalent to finding a flower thief who despised him, and with his temperament, she had no chance of surviving.

But right now, Jun Moran is not only angry, but also takes good care of her......

"Jun Mo Ran, do you know who I am?"

Feng Wuwu clutched the corners of the quilt with both hands, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, as if he was worried about his fate.

"It's... Important? Jun Moran asked her rhetorically, and tried to tear off the thin jacket that was blocking her in front of her, "Good." Yurongsheng muscle ointment has the effect of reducing swelling, and this king will give you medicine. ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head again and again, and said in a particularly resistant manner, "No, you don't have to! ”

"Obedient!"

Feng Wuwu wanted to cry without tears, and she even felt that Jun Mo Ran had been replaced.

In fact, he is gentle and delicate in front of him, much more pleasing than his arrogant and unreasonable appearance before.

But Feng Wuwu felt that his sudden drastic change made her creepy.

"Naughty."

Jun Moran scraped the bridge of Feng Wuwu's nose extremely dotingly, and immediately put down the Yurongsheng muscle cream in his hand and hugged her into his arms, "Do you have to sing nursery rhymes to coax you before you are willing to be obedient?" ”