Huo Jun looked at his little wife who was lying in his arms, and couldn't help but smile.

He lowered his head and kissed Ah Zhao on the side of the cheek, and got up with a gentle force that did not disturb her, but he was stunned for a moment.

The soft and skin-close silk pajamas on his body were definitely not worn by himself.

In fact, Huo Jun doesn't often wear these pajamas on weekdays.

As a person who followed his father in the army before he was a minor, "pajamas" is just a noun for Huo Jun.

When he's outside, he has to make sure he can get up as quickly as he can.

In this case, where is the time to change out of your pajamas and put on your shirt again?

And......

The impression of yesterday was still faint in front of him, and he only remembered that he had fainted.

And what about the follow-up?

Who brought himself back?

Who...... Wash yourself and change your clothes?

It was at this time that Ah Zhao got up.

She had a light sleep, and as soon as she was delayed by Huo Jun's cranky thoughts, she naturally woke up.

"Are you awake...... she hasn't fully woken up yet, she stretched out her hand towards Huo Jun, soft and coquettish, "Pull me up." ”

Huo Jun held her hand, gently took the person into his arms.

Ah Zhao suddenly threw himself into the warm embrace, and subconsciously closed his eyes, with the intention of making up for sleep in this embrace.

Huo Jun shook her: "I can't sleep here, I have to get up." ”

Ah Zhao yawned, opened his eyes in a daze, and prepared to dress himself.

Huo Jun suddenly asked, "Who brought me back last night?" ”

Ah Zhao replied casually: "Me." ”

Huo Jun coughed lightly: "Then, who gave me a bath?" ”

Ah Zhao paused, did not speak, and continued to dress himself, but the roots of his ears were quietly red.

Huo Jun didn't understand anything when he saw it?

Ah Zhao, who had just put on his coat, was fished into a sturdy embrace and kissed by a handsome man who was in a good mood!

If it weren't for the fact that her body was not very good, Huo Dashuai was almost ready to come directly to a "Spring Festival is bitter and short, and Dashuai will not get up from now on".

Ah Zhao buried himself in the quilt, and there was a small tooth mark at the base of his ear, so red that it seemed to drip blood.

Not long ago, Huo Jun hugged her from behind, biting her ear, and his burning breath hit it:

"Madame thinks that this handsome figure is still satisfactory to you?"

Ah Zhao scolded this guy shamelessly in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but blush, recalling his appearance without clothes: honey-colored chest, smooth and full chest muscles, strong and beautiful abdominal muscles, and ...... down

Cough.

Can't think about it anymore.

Huo Jun got dressed, didn't tease her anymore, let Luzhu come in and wait for Ah Zhao to wash up, and the two had breakfast together before going out.

Ah Zhao went to the old doctor.

The old doctor is pondering a prescription.

"Madame said handsome? Since the old decay is said to be curable, then there must be no problem. That's right...... "The old doctor took out a recipe for Ah Zhao.

"This one is for Madame."

Ah Zhao was stunned: "Me? ”

The old doctor nodded: "Madame's lack of qi and lack of footsteps are the symptoms of physical weakness......

The old doctor said that he felt incredible: how could such a weak lady who looked like she had to rest halfway when she walked easily carry a handsome man?

But Ah Zhao's pulse is a real congenital deficiency disease, and the old doctor thinks about it, and can only attribute it to talent.