Liuhuo slept for several days in a row, Monsoon Smoke hugged him all day long, I don't know how many pills he fed, and nourished Liuhuo's body with spiritual power all the time, but the little guy did not show the slightest sign of waking up.

Monsoon smoke can't help but be a little anxious.

After a few days of sleeplessness, coupled with the consumption of spiritual power, Ji Fengyan herself is already a little unbearable, she can not sleep, but the consumption of spiritual power is a great burden for her now, but every time she sees the little body curled up by the flowing fire, Ji Fengyan feels that she can't let go at all.

It was night again, and Monsoon Smoke was sleeping peacefully on the bed with a small drift fire, and after a few days of sleeplessness, she finally fell asleep.

But just when Monsoon Smoke had just fallen into a dream, the flowing fire that was sleeping in her arms suddenly opened her eyes.

In the darkness, the red eyes stood out.

The moonlight poured from the half-hidden window to the dim room, shrouded in Monsoon Smoke's body, the moment Liuhuo opened his eyes, he saw a small chest around him, he was slightly stunned, warm breath brushed on his forehead, his body was slightly stiff, some stiff slowly raised his head, Monsoon Smoke's sleeping face fell into his eyes, imprinted in his red eyes.

Liuhuo looked at Monsoon Smoke blankly, the warm touch on his waist made his face suddenly red, and he nestled in Monsoon Smoke's arms a little overwhelmed, and his nose was full of the smell of her.

He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to pull away the arm that Monsoon Smoke was holding around his waist, but with a slight touch, Monsoon Smoke's brows wrinkled lightly unconsciously, making the little face, which was still a little immature, look very distressing.

The fire didn't dare to move.

In the past few days, he has been groggy, although he has never woken up, but he still has some perception of everything in the outside world.

He knew that Ji Fengyan had been holding him for a long time and had not let go, and his body was afraid that he was already stiff.

The flowing fire, who didn't dare to move anymore, could only look at the little face that was sleeping soundly, and his red eyes depicted the small facial features of the monsoon smoke bit by bit by the moonlight.

That face is not stunning, not even beautiful, has lived under pressure for a long time, Rao is the nourishment of this time, but it still makes that little face look a little thin, but somehow, Liuhuo was fascinated.

He quietly stretched out his hand, and with some hesitation, he touched Monsoon Smoke's cheek with his fingertips.

At the fingertips, there was a touch of warmth, and the warmth, transmitted along his fingers to his heart, was actually a little hot.

"Don't move." The sleeping monsoon smoke muttered, and the hand holding the flowing fire subconsciously collected it again.

Liuhuo was shocked, but he didn't dare to disturb her rest, so he could only be obediently put together.

The last trace of the gap between the two was also erased at this moment.

His face was tightly pressed against her underdeveloped chest, although he was still a half-grown child, but the slight softness of that place made Liuhuo's face instantly turn red, and his heart beat violently, as if he was about to jump out of his chest in the next second.

Knock, knock, knock......

The sound of her heartbeat was close to his ear, rhythmic, unhurried, but intertwined with his wildly beating heart.

Suddenly, Flowing Fire's brain swelled for a while, and his consciousness seemed to be strongly pulled by some force, and his body temperature rose uncontrollably......