The room was too hot and stuffy to care about so much, and when she opened the door with her sleeves, a puff of air hit her, and her thoughts were bathed in the sun......

Something is not real...

The sound of sneezing in the distance, familiar and hoarse, tinged with her preference.

Before she could find the voice, Li'er had already come to her side: "Is the master Nangong coming to you?"

The disgusted thoughts did not ease, and his heart shrank quietly, and he was stunned: "It seems unlikely!" Tired of hesitation, Nangong tilted it didn't seem like he was sitting outside for a while, but ...... I thought about it, but it was a night.

Then there was a cough, very crisp......

I'm even more puzzled, what's wrong with Nangong Tilt, if I'm sick, won't I know how to recuperate?

Thinking about it, he was pulled by Li'er and sat on the steps.

I don't understand it, I don't understand it, I think I'm a little impatient, I let go of Li'er, and I ran to Nangong Tian, and Nangong Tian also happened to get up, so I was tired of being a white ball in front of my eyes, and it was very good to feel it carefully, soft and greasy, and cold and cold.

Nangong Tian's palms were suddenly full of heat, and the slight coolness on his hands was melted away again: "Don't be so close to me." As he spoke, he took his hand back.

Disgusted with life, he suddenly woke up, and it turned out that Nangong had just put his hand against his head.

"Why?" The disgusted eyes buckled on Nangong Tian's face and did not retract it. I've never felt like such a scoundrel.

"Your paper-mâché body, I'm afraid I can't stand being sick, anyway, just stay away from me." Nangong tilt's nasal voice is very strong, and his nose is no different from before, it is still so straight, just slightly red.

"When did you become so conscientious?" I was disgusted with it, he must have suffered a lot as a killer over the years. The eyes that gradually became disgusted with life were a little faintly gloomy, "It's me who is not good, I make you sick, I'm sorry!"

Nangong tilt's cough became heavier and heavier, and she looked at her disgust with her face silently, her red lips were still like dripping blood, her mind seemed to be very heavy, listening to the breath, she was very unstable, she grabbed her tired wrist, and couldn't hide Nangong tilting eagle falcon-like eyes into her heart, with a little panic, Nangong tilt's wrist in her hand kept breaking free, but he was holding it deadly.

Nangong pondered for a long time, her eyes were firmly fixed with disgust, and she let go of her wrist: "Allergic to animal hair?" The little milk cat is so cute, and some people are allergic to its white and fluffy fur.

Looking at his reluctant look, he wanted to take back the apology he had just made: "Oh, you're amazing."

"If I were good, I wouldn't know what you were eating, and your breath would still be unstable." It was the first time that he heard Nangong doubt his medical skills, so he comforted him: "As long as you don't touch it, it's fine, you don't need to be so sad, right?"

Nangong leaned his forehead, and when he heard the words of disgust, he inexplicably felt that his back was full of doubts, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Let's get down to business!"

"No, you better stop talking." The disgusted smile faded, and he continued to mend the knife: "I think you have a big cold, and your mind will not be clear, so don't trouble me."

Nangong was stunned, the coldness in the corners of his eyes gradually expanded, the place he had seen was really the North Pole.

Disgusted to see him smile like that, the corners of his lips froze.

"This sick physical strength must not work, I mean you are sick, you should go back to recuperate!"

What does that mean? Go back to recuperate? Where did he go, he couldn't go back to his home, did she dislike him too much?

Looking at Nangong Tian's cold appearance, she pondered for a moment.

"Anyway, getting sick is a common thing, although you are a man, but both men and women are human beings, and they both need to rest, so?"

What does this mean? Is this an indirect scolding of him for not being a man or a woman? What is common to get sick? Didn't you curse him?

"Oops! That's not what I meant!" Disgusted with life, he watched Nangong Tian's face become more and more yin, and smiled awkwardly.

"Didn't I get sick? I know it's very uncomfortable, I actually want to tell you to rest, you haven't been sick much, you must be seriously ill in your life, you have to pay attention, if it doesn't work, I can take care of you!"

Wonderful, this is not indirectly saying that this man is a little white face, and he is still a man who needs to be taken care of by a woman, is this too faceless to give him.

And why is it so cold where Nangong is approaching, is he also blaming me for disliking him, but she is worried about his condition, and she didn't expect that the more she depicted it, the darker it became, and she was about to spare herself.

Forget it, let's not talk about it......