wwW. Reading Books.com Speed and New} Xiao Haixun had insomnia for another night, in fact, from the moment she ran back to the room, she was not angry in her heart, and some of them were full of madness in her heart.

The kiss seemed to be buried deep in her heart, his taste, his breath made her unforgettable.

His kiss was like a poison, with a deadly temptation, which made people sink deeply.

And she was ashamed to find that she didn't hate his kisses, and even liked them......

Some people say that if you say something you have said and heard, you may soon forget it, but you may never forget it for the rest of your life just because of the smell you have smelled.

But there is always a line of defense in my heart.

Imo is a younger brother, and they are a brother and sister.

She couldn't have felt that way about Imoz.

......

She struggled with herself all night.

It was equivalent to thinking about him for one night, and the second, the sun rose high, and she was reluctant to get up.

She was afraid.

She didn't know what to do with him.

So, I had to stay in the room.

Next door, Yimo didn't seem to be moving.

She couldn't help but wonder what Imo was doing in the room.

It's past eight o'clock now, and he's usually up.

Why didn't there be any movement today, I slept late yesterday.

Maybe he's the same as her, so he doesn't dare to face her.

Because Imo did something out of control to her again......

Hey, I'm so hungry.

He exhaled lightly, his eyes blinked like autumn lakes, and he stretched his waist and endured it.

When the pointer slowly pointed to eleven o'clock in the morning.

There was still no movement in Imo's room.

And Xiao Haixun himself is also so hungry that his chest is a little against his back, what should I do.

Why don't you get up and eat something first?

No matter what, they are also sisters and brothers, and she can't never see him for the rest of her life, right?

Thinking like this, she quickly got up and washed, then put on the tanuki slippers and opened the door and walked out.

The clear water eyes subconsciously aimed at his room, only to see that it was closed.

It seems that Yimo hasn't woken up yet, he usually goes to work, but today is the week, it's rare to rest, and he should sleep lazily.

I went to the refrigerator and found something to eat first.

When he returned, he saw that Imo's room was still closed.

I thought to myself, it's almost twelve o'clock.

Yimo wouldn't be able to sleep like this, wouldn't he......

My heart was shaken.

The starry eyes were filled with concern, could Yimo be unwell.

Thinking of this, she rushed to the door of his room and slammed on the door vigorously, "Yimo, are you there? Are you inside? Did you hear me?"

However, there was no response at all from the room.

Xiao Haixun was in a hurry, pushed open the door, rushed in and shouted eagerly, "Yimo!"

Thankfully, his door wasn't locked.

Nervous dark eyes looked around, and she rushed to his bed.

I saw that Yimo was lying on the bed, yes.

But he was wrapped in the quilt and shrunk tightly, his face was slightly pale, and his full lips had lost their original bright color.

Xiao Haixun looked at it, was half frightened, lay on him, and shouted anxiously, "Yimo, what's wrong with you? ”

The soft little hand rushed to his forehead, but it was gently grasped by his weak hands.

Xiao Yimo looked at her with slightly tired eyes, and said weakly, "Sister, I'm fine." ”

His voice lost its usual strength, like a sigh, hoarse like a child's cry.

The cold feeling on his hands made her stunned, and her hands reached his forehead again, and tears fell down her eyes in a hurry, crying, "It's okay, why are your hands and feet so cold, Yimo, are you uncomfortable? Tell Sister Sù, I'll carry you to the doctor." ”

When Xiao Yimo heard this, his lips moved, and before he could say anything, he saw Xiao Haixun put his hand on his shoulder, "Yimo, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the doctor right away." ”

She used all her strength to pick him up, Xiao Yimo's hand gently pressed on the back of her hand, slightly opened her lips, and was weak, "Sister, don't worry, I'm really fine, I'm just a little sleepy, I can't die, hmm......"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Haixun yelled anxiously, tears falling on the back of his hand, "It's all like this, and I said it's okay, I must take you to the doctor." ”

"I'm fine, I don't have to look at it, and you hold ...... too"

I want to say that she can't help him at all.

However, where could Xiao Haixun hear what he said, and tried hard to pick him up, but helplessly, her body was small and her strength was small, and she couldn't pick him up after spending a long time, and finally picked him up a little, but she fell back to the bed because of her lack of strength, and she was also taken out of bed by that force, and the whole person pressed on him.

She was shocked, she didn't expect how warm the two were, licked her lips, remembered that he was sick, and wanted to get up to help her.

The slender willow waist suddenly tightened, and a gentle force gently circled her.

It was his hand that grabbed her waist.

Xiao Haixun was stunned for a moment, his eyes subconsciously met his gentle but sleepy eyes, and he gently withdrew his hand and struggled, "Yimo ......"

Xiao Yimo gently circled her, moved her lips, her dark eyes closed slightly, and her voice was almost pleading, "Sister, I'm cold, I want to hold you like this, just let me hug you, okay? I really want to hug you like this." ”

The voice of the lake water did not have a trace of strength, like a wounded little beast begging for warmth, and even the begging in his eyes was heart-wrenching and difficult to refuse.

Xiao Haixun obviously saw a flash of fragility in his eyes, and his heart ached.

He no longer refused, did not forget that he was sick, but his body was closer to him, wanting to transition a trace of warmth to him, his voice was full of distress and concern, "But, Yimo, you are sick, you can't help but see a doctor, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable." ”

A slight smile crossed his slightly tired face, and his sleepy eyes opened slightly, "As long as I can hold my sister like this, it won't be uncomfortable at all." ”

His voice was a little warm, with a hint of dependence, like a coquettish child.

People who are sick are more dependent on others.

Now, when Imo is sick, it's normal for him to rely on her more.

She was shaken, thinking that he was sick, she calmed down, and pretended to be angry and said, "Yimo, what's the matter with you, you're all sick, and you're still in the mood to joke, if you do this again, I'll ignore you." ”