As Pei Yunqing estimated, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning when Tang Moshen woke up.

When I opened my eyes, the headache was gone, the high fever had subsided, I slept a lot, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

Feeling something on his left arm, he looked sideways in confusion, only to see that on the side of the bed beside him, Pei Yunqing was asleep.

The infusion needle in his hand had been removed, and she slept next to him on her side, still wearing her daytime clothes, one hand half-holding his arm, and the other hand holding a dry towel to wipe his sweat.

The headlights were turned off, and the light of the table lamp was softly enveloping her face, the pen of the other hair had already fallen off, and the hair was scattered randomly on the bed and the side of her face, and the light was dyed with a faint golden light, and the already delicate little face became more and more soft and beautiful.

This girl actually took care of him all night?

Tang Moshen frowned, carefully propped up his arms, and wanted to get up and carry her back to the bed.

As soon as his arm moved, her arm tightened and hugged his arm tightly, and the man leaned towards his body.

At that time, she always loved to have nightmares, she didn't dare to sleep in the middle of the night, and because she was not familiar with him, she would rather sleep alone in the corner until dawn than ask him for help.

He stumbled upon her secret and would always come to her room every night, sit on the edge of the bed, and give her a palm when she had nightmares.

At that time, she held his arm and slept peacefully until dawn.

……

Recalling the past, Tang Mo was full of tenderness.

Gently pulling up the quilt and carefully covering her, he lifted his palm and straightened the messy hair that had slid down her face behind her ears.

Inadvertently touching her soft ear porch between his fingers, feeling the soft skin of his fingertips, he couldn't help but raise his thumb and gently caress her face, his gaze fixed on her lips.

Under the light, the girl's lips were slightly divided, like apples in the Garden of Eden, tempting him to taste the fragrance.

The thumb seemed to grow its own will, moved over, and gently landed on her lips.

Her lips were so soft that they seemed to break with a little effort, so he couldn't help but hold his breath, and his body slowly approached her.

Tang Moshen, don't forget, you are his uncle!

In the back of my mind, a small voice suddenly screamed.

The man's back suddenly stiffened like a stone carving.

iQue's sanity returned, and it was only then that she noticed that her face was already close at hand.

Tang Moshen quickly raised his face, originally wanting to move his face away, but his head was raised, but his lips were printed on her forehead.

Feeling the girl's smooth and soft skin under his lips, Tang Mo was stunned for two seconds, and quickly moved his face away.

Reaching out to turn off the light, he lay back on his pillow, and a big question immediately came to his mind.

Uncle kisses the forehead, is it considered to be out of bounds?

Not counts!

Absolutely not!

Night.

Incredibly quiet.

In the room, there was only the sound of him and her breathing.

Her breathing was soft, but his senses were so sensitive that he could not only hear her breathing gently, but also feel her breathing gently skimming his arm, and through his shirt, he still felt the heat, and the hairs on his arms stood straight up like an electric shock......

He pursed his lips in ink, and there seemed to be the touch of her skin on them.

Realizing that his thoughts were moving in the direction of evil, Tang Mo took a deep breath, slowly pulled his hand out of her fingers, uncovered the quilt on her body, and strode out of the master bedroom.