Wait until Qinghui stood at the door, watching the doctor who was invited in the middle of the night to take Mu Feng's pulse and prescribe medicine.

Mu Feng was dizzy at the time, with a stinky face, very depressed, and whoever approached trembled in his heart.

I don't know where this momentum came from at his young age.

And Qinghui obviously found that as soon as he got sick, he exposed his true nature, and he pretended to be gentle and weak before.

In fact, this is a bad temper to the point of explosion, arrogant to the extreme, a noble little boy who loves to make trouble when he is sick.

Let others get out at every turn.

Especially when the doctor was prescribing medicine, that look was even more amazing.

It's as if the doctor was poisoning him.

In the end, it came to the conclusion that because of his weak body and the wind, it was just an ordinary illness, but Mu Feng usually suppressed himself and never made the slightest mistake in this situation.

It's just that he has a headache and brain swelling at the moment, which burns his mind dizzy, and it is also a disguised release of his restraints on himself.

That's why it's so uncomfortable and has such a bad temper.

Seeing Mu Feng's gloomy little face, he raised his hand and pulled up some of the ornaments on his pillow and threw them at the doctor.

Qinghui really means to live for a long time.

She had never seen Mingyue like this.

Out of control to the extreme, I just want to play with my temper and make it bad.

The doctor didn't dare to stay longer, so he prescribed a prescription for people to grab medicine.

said the time and precautions for drinking the medicine, and then hurriedly left, not daring to provoke Mu Feng.

Uncle Fu looked at the burning red cheeks, but he refused to obey or sleep, so he straightened up and sat on the bed, Mu Feng, who had a gloomy face, didn't know what to say.

You said that he complained that Qinghui didn't take care of Mu Feng, Qinghui didn't know anything before, this was Mu Feng himself who asked him to carry a ladder to climb up.

Isn't this self-inflicted?

Uncle Fu really doesn't know what to say about him.

Hurriedly asked someone to decoct the medicine for Mu Feng.

Seeing Mu Feng's gloomy face, he brushed his temper childishly.

Qinghui didn't hold back, walked up to Mu Feng, half-bent down, raised his hand, and poked Mu Feng's cheek.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Soft and hot.

The other party's face was very red, and the lips that were already red were even more gorgeous after the fever, slightly opened, and he vomited hot air uncomfortably.

The originally delicate and cold face instantly became a little more gorgeous.

Uncle Fu just wanted to remind him that at this time, Mu Feng's temper was very strong and his attack power was also strong, so he asked Qinghui not to get too close, so as not to wait for some kind of dark guard's conditioned reflex and hurt Mu Feng again.

But before he could say this, he saw Mu Feng raise his eyes, frowning irritably and uncomfortably, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say it.

After all, he was so dizzy that he could only hear someone buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't hear who was talking, but Yin's red lips were only slightly open, his jaw was tense, and looking at Qinghui's face, the two looked at each other for about five seconds.

In the end he didn't say anything.

Shut his mouth, lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and pulled the hem of Qinghui's black clothes with his snow-white fingertips, and then slowly leaned forward and pushed himself over.

It's like a flame enveloping itself.

Qinghui subconsciously raised his hand and put it on his shoulder.

I heard his cold and noble voice a little aggrieved, "It's uncomfortable." ”

Uncle Fu standing aside: ????