She obviously just wanted to be good to herself, whether it was in the Burning Xi Secret Realm, or during the time she was Miss Seven, but he had such thoughts about her.

"What's wrong?"

Zi Qianmo found that Mo Yan had been staring at him, his eyes were a little strange, as if he was very hot, and as if he was deliberately suppressing something, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or painful.

In short, it's complicated.

Why can a human eye be so complicated?

It's really hard for the demon to understand.

"Are you feeling unwell?" The only thing she could think of was this, after all, his soul shook violently just now, and he was almost disordered.

I had already walked outside the Imperial Garden, and there was no one around except for the occasional palace maid and eunuch who passed by.

Zi Qianmo directly stretched out his hand and clasped Mo Yan's wrist, resting his two fingers on his right wrist and cutting a vein.

Mo Yan's body suddenly tensed.

Her sudden closeness made his heart skip a beat.

And the warm, silky touch of her fingertips made him feel that the skin on his right wrist seemed to be burned by fire, and it was abnormally hot.

However, seeing that her light-colored beautiful eyes were so clear, like crystal glass without a little impurity, and she was diagnosing her pulse without distraction, Mo Yan blamed herself more and more.

She was genuinely worried about him.

And he ......

"The pulse rate is too fast." Zi Qianmo frowned slightly, and the worry in his eyes was even heavier, "And the temperature of your skin is very high, do you have a fever?" ”

She held out her other hand and put it over his forehead.

With such a large area of skin contact, Mo Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, and his forehead, which was not hot, also burned.

He didn't speak.

Because I couldn't speak at all, I was so close to her, and the end of my nose was a light fragrance that belonged to her, like lily of the valley.

A thirst in my throat.

Involuntarily, his gaze fell on her petal-like lips.

It's tempting.

It looks like it's thirst-quenching.

He couldn't help but want to ......

"You must have a fever." Zi Qianmo's tone was firm, his expression was serious, and his hand had already moved away from his forehead and pulse, "The soul damage also needs to be repaired immediately, let's go back quickly, I don't have any medicine by my side." ”

It can't be delayed any longer.

He really doesn't look good.

If there are any after-effects, it will not be good. Soul trauma can become a huge obstacle to the path of cultivation in the future. She would never allow it.

The people she chooses, she naturally has to take good care of them.

"Hmm." It took a lot of self-control for Mo Yan to take her eyes off her petal-like lips.

Can't look any further.

Since she misunderstood that she was feverish and injured, then he should cooperate.

Seriously.

Such a routine is a simple demon, and it is really a bit guilty. Her eyes are so clean, she doesn't look like she understands the relationship between men and women.

Her demon form, her voice sounded like a seven or eight-year-old girl. Mo Yan suddenly became worried, her understanding of feelings should not also stay at the stage of a girl, right?

Thinking of this possibility, Mo Yan was extremely melancholy for a while.

All the beautiful thoughts are gone.

I feel more and more like a crime.

Seeing his depressed expression, Ziqian Mo thought that he was minding the damage to his soul, so he hurriedly said, "I will heal you, and I won't let you have any trouble." ”

Mo Yan's heart became hotter.

He had a hunch that he would be in this sweet torment for a long time to come, before she opened her mind.