Thinking of this, Qin Bao was moved, "Have you been drinking, I just smell that the smell of wine on your body seems to be very strong, do you want someone to cook you some sobering soup?" ”

Mu Zehan looked at her and didn't speak.

Qin Bao frowned, even more entangled, she tugged at her skirt, "You don't really think that I want to kill you, right?" ”

She just has the heart of a thief, and she doesn't have the courage of a thief.

Obviously, she didn't understand what he said just now.

Mu Zehan closed his eyes again, and his voice was low, "Headache." ”

"Huh?"

Qin Bao was stunned, reacted and hurriedly said, "Then I'll call Steward Zhou to cook you sobering soup." ”

As she spoke, she turned around, and as soon as she moved, Mu Zehan grabbed her wrist.

His palms were warm, completely different from the coldness of his fingers.

Qin Bao paused, looked down at him holding his hand, and then turned his head suspiciously, "What's the matter, do you want anything?" ”

He had already reopened his eyes, his dark eyes looked directly at her, and his voice was very soft, "Qin Bao......"

He wanted her, he wanted her, and his whole heart hurt when he thought about it.

"Huh?"

Qin Bao frowned, waiting for him to say.

But he didn't speak again, just looked at her like this, and saw that she was flustered.

She couldn't help but ask again, "What's the matter, what did you say?" ”

Mu Zehan's throat moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, and slowly let go of her hand, "No need, go to sleep." ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes again, but his eyebrows were tightly frowned, as if he really had a headache.

Qin Bao's eyebrows also tightened, and he tilted his head to look at him.

I don't know why, I always feel that Mu Zehan at this moment is a little fragile?

Obviously, these two words have nothing to do with him at all, but maybe it's because of drinking?

After standing for a while, Qin Bao suddenly said, "Why don't I help you press it, my technique is very good." ”

Without waiting for his consent, she sat down directly on the edge of the bed, leaning sideways, her little hands towards his head.

"Let me tell you, my dad used to have headaches, and every time I pressed it for him, he didn't have pain."

As he spoke, his slender fingers combed through his black hair, and after combing, he slowly pressed the acupuncture points on his head.

While pressing, the little mouth kept chattering, "It's not good for you to wash your hair like this and not blow it and wait for it to dry by itself, you will get cold and get a headache." If you don't want to blow it yourself, I'll do it for you next time you wash your hair. ”

He washed his hair in the morning and didn't blow his hair, it's always like this, it's definitely not going to work.

"Also, don't drink so much alcohol, even if you really have to drink, you can let others drink for you."

It's hard to be like a big president like him, and he can really be forced to drink.

Mu Zehan originally wanted to stop it at first, but when her little hand landed on his head and his fingers slowly combed on his head, he actually felt very comfortable.

At that moment, he suddenly didn't want to stop it anymore.

He leaned lazily against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, listening to her words as if he cared about him, feeling her soft fingers kneading down his head.

She seemed to know where he was hurting, and every blow was just right, and the force was neither light nor heavy.

Slowly, it really doesn't seem to hurt so much.

Suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, Mu Zehan's expression did not change, and he quietly listened to her say a bunch of words that I didn't know if I really cared about him or simply flattered him.