"What about Dugu Dance?"

After feeding Mo Yechen a few spoonfuls of porridge in a row, it was not until the man was reluctant to open his mouth that Yun Lingxi stopped his movements and drank the rest of the porridge in one gulp.

Qingluan hurriedly took the empty bowl in Yun Lingxi's hand and handed over the warm handkerchief: "Princess Dugu and Yinxue Guoshi are in the garden, giving Xue Tuan a barbecue. ”

Yun Lingxi took the handkerchief, carefully wiped Mo Yechen's perfect hand like a jade carving, and raised his eyebrows when he heard it: "Barbecue?" Where did they get their meat? ”

Her blood jade bracelet did contain some flesh, but they weren't looking for her to get it.

Now, what kind of creature meat is roasted?

Qingluan smiled lightly and sighed: "That little guy in Xuetuan, he is really persistent about eating, and the heavens also favor him, so he even found a few carp in the garden pool. ”

Yun Lingxi: "......" Sure enough, foodies are always favored.

"Princess Shizi, this is what Xuetuan left for you." Qingluan said, took the plate from the table, and placed it on the low table in front of the bed, and there was a roasted carp in it.

Yun Lingxi looked at the fat carp on the plate, his red lips rose, and he outlined a shallow arc: "This little fool, count it as having a conscience." ”

"Snow is not stupid." Mo Yechen covered her lips and coughed lightly twice, and said with a smile.

"Well, not stupid." Yun Lingxi picked up the chopsticks and sandwiched the most tender piece of meat in the belly of the fish: "Eat some, it's a piece of that little idiot's heart." ”

The smell of grilled fish came from the tip of his nose, and Mo Yechen lowered his eyes to look at the golden roasted fish and pursed his lips.

Finally, open your mouth slightly and take the small piece of fish into your mouth.

Qingluan packed up the porridge bowl and medicine bowl, closed the door and left.

Yun Lingxi watched him open his mouth and pick up a small piece of fish again.

However, this time, whether she coerced or seduced.

The beauty on the bed caresses her heart and doesn't open her mouth no matter what.

Just, chuckling at her.

After a moment of stalemate, Yun Lingxi pursed his lips and stuffed the fish meat into his mouth hatefully: "I take back what I said just now, it is difficult to raise beautiful people and villains in the world. ”

Mo Yechen leaned on the bed and chuckled: "It's only women and villains who are difficult to raise." ”

Yun Lingxi put down his chopsticks, sat on the side of the bed and looked at him: "No, women are not beautiful and difficult to raise, such as me, I am not picky eaters." ”

Mo Yechen suddenly sat up straight, reached out and picked up her chin, her eyebrows and eyes smiled warmly, and she slowly leaned over: "I'm not a picky eater." ”

The last note disappears between the intersecting lips.

Romantic long kisses.

In the end, Mo Yechen gasped slightly, and fell weakly in Yun Lingxi's arms.

He frowned in annoyance.

This dilapidated body is really not a weapon.

Yun Lingxi hugged the beauty in his arms and stroked his back, and the fox's eyes were full of thick smiles.

Mo Yechen caught a glimpse of the smile in her eyes that couldn't be hidden, and the chagrin in her eyes was even stronger.

He simply closed his eyes, breathing a little rapid.

The smile on the corner of Yun Lingxi's lips became more and more intense, and the upturned tails of his eyes made his eyes more charming.

She lowered her head and kissed Mo Yechen's reddened eyes, and her voice was wrapped in a hoarseness: "When you are well, you can toss as much as you want." ”

Mo Yechen opened his eyes, and his phoenix eyes were smeared with mist, rippling like three thousand spring water.

He moved slightly, found a more comfortable position in her arms, and glanced at her faintly.

Yun Lingxi understood the meaning in his eyes, and the curvature of his red lips became more and more obvious.

She raised her hand and curled a strand of his hair around her fingertips.

Looking at the red plum on his neck, on his collarbone.

Yun Lingxi narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Under the eyes, with domineering possession.

Beauty, only suitable for pain.

Counterattack, hehe, that's impossible.

The lifeless dormitory that has been alive for thousands of years is overflowing with a faint warmth at this time.

"Do you want to go out and sit?" Yun Lingxi looked out the window, really speechless.

The whole tomb is dimly illuminated by the night pearls that can be seen everywhere.

But they can't tell the exact time.

Mo Yechen propped himself up slightly and nodded.

After lying down for a long time, he felt that his body was becoming more and more sore.

But he didn't want to lie down any longer.

Yun Lingxi gently helped him to get up.

With his feet on the ground, Mo Yechen couldn't help frowning.

The low-grade fever that lasted for an unknown amount of time caused some damage to his body.

Before the fever subsided, I had never felt so weak.

Now, the fever has subsided, but I feel weak and weak.

Stepping on the ground, it's like stepping on cotton.

Yun Lingxi noticed the abnormality of his movements, frowned, and planned to pick him up horizontally.

Mo Yechen grabbed her and smiled helplessly: "Lingxi, I'm always being hugged by you, I'm about to become a waste, let me go by myself." ”

Yun Lingxi had no choice but to give up, carefully helping him forward, ready to hold people at any time.

There was a bewitching glow flowing from her upturned eyes: "Beauty, after all, you need to take good care of it, and you can't be tired." ”

Listening to her out-of-tune words, Mo Yechen stopped and flicked her forehead with her fingers.

"Girls are the ones who need the most care."

Yun Lingxi raised his eyebrows: "That's the little flower of the greenhouse." ”

She is an overlord flower, elegant and domineering.

No matter how the storm suppresses, her arrogance will only face the storm and become more tenacious.

She doesn't want to take care of her, leaving the greenhouse, there is only a dead end.

After coming to the pavilion with Mo Yechen, several people in the pavilion looked at the two of them with joy in their eyes.

"Are you feeling better?" Yin Xue saw Mo Yechen, with a shallow smile in her amber-like pupils.

He handed the grilled fish in his hand to Fu Shiyu, and he continued to feed the snow ball.

He stood up and walked towards Mo Yechen.

Mo Yechen's eyebrows were between her eyebrows, and she smiled warmly: "It's okay, I've worked hard for you." ”

Yin Xue pointed to the stone bench covered with fox fur in the pavilion: "Sit, I'll give you another pulse." ”

Without waiting for Mo Yechen to speak, Yun Lingxi helped him sit down on the stone bench.

Yinxue sat beside him, pulled his thin wrist, and began to take his pulse.

The breeze blew from nowhere, blowing Mo Yechen's hair hanging down on his chest.

The hair fluttered slightly, revealing the red plum hidden under the ink.

Dugu Wu and the others' eyes suddenly became subtle.

looked at Yun Lingxi with accusations.

I don't even let go of the patient, but I'm really not human.

Yun Lingxi felt the accusation from the twelve eyes and the two beast eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "If I say that I haven't done anything, do you believe it?" ”

When the words fell, the eyes of Dugu Wu and the others, including Xue Tuan, were suddenly full of disdain.

Dare not admit it, villain!

But they only dare to think in their hearts, and they dare not say it.

Yun Lingxi was extremely depressed in his heart.

She really didn't do anything, why didn't this group believe her?

At this time, Yin Xue let go of Mo Yechen's wrist and looked at Yun Lingxi with a strange expression: "What did you do?" ”

"She is hungry, her brother-in-law is so weak that she still doesn't let go of her brother-in-law." Fu Shiyu blurted out.

The voice came out, and immediately won the unanimous nod of the others.

Yun Lingxi almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Is this how the idiom is used?

In the light color of the silver snow, the confusion was even stronger: "Don't let go of the son?" What ...... this?"

The meaning is gone.

When his eyes saw the dots of red plums on Mo Yechen's neck, they dissipated in his throat.

He pursed his lips, his face was slightly embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, and slowly spoke.