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"Since I'm so delicate, I don't know how to be soft?" Mu Chi Yao said in a low voice, coldly, regardless of the words that Anxi could not hear, "in normal times, he can bend and stretch, so stubborn at the critical moment."

Yan Anxi, who was sleepy and drowsy, didn't know what happened, let alone Mu Chi Yao standing in front of her. He just felt something on his forehead. It was cold and cold. Subconsciously, he reached out and brushed away, then turned over.

Went on sleeping.

When she turned over, the soft hair slipped from Mu Chi Yao's hand, gently, itching.

Mu Chi Yao did not take back his hand, but bent his fingers and knocked on Yan An Xi's forehead: "wake up."

No response.

The agitation in Mu Chi Yao's heart became bigger. He straightened up and looked down at her: "Yan Anxi, wake up!"

He called her name in a low voice with a little impatience.

But Why does this woman sleep so hard?

Mu Chi Yao raised his voice slightly: "Yan Anxi!"

Three times in a row, until the third time, Yan Anxi had a response, and a voice was vaguely emitted from the tip of his nose: " Uh huh?

She hummed twice, and there was no response. She kept sleeping.

Her hair slipped off her shoulders, covering most of her face.

Mu Chi Yao said coldly, "get up."

As a result Yanxi has no response.

Mu Chi Yao was tired to the extreme, but he didn't turn around to leave. He left Yan Anxi here regardless of asking, just frowned tightly, and his face was full of displeasure.

When was he so ignored?

Mu Chi Yao simply raised his feet, went straight to bed, half knelt on the bed, stretched out his hand, and pulled Yan Anxi up from the bed. There was also a vicious smell in his voice: "Yan Anxi, don't pretend to be dead for me."

Who knows that Yan Anxi's whole body is soft, as if there is no bone. Even if he is pulled up by Mu Chi Yao, he can't help but pour himself on the bed: "who Go away, I want to sleep, don't bother me... "

Mu Chi Yao yanked her fiercely, saying that Anxi was going to lean on the pillow, but her head tilted and fell directly into his arms.

"Get up, take the medicine!" Mu Chi Yao's expression at this moment was frightfully cold. "You let me say it again, and I will throw you down from the window!"

"I want to sleep..." Sleep sweet, head heavy, dizzy and heavy words Anxi, where to manage so much, not a threat from him.

If she were sober now, she would have been shocked to see Mu Chi Yao's iron face.

"I'll sleep later! Do you know that you have a high fever? "

"Well I took the medicine... " Yan Anxi unconsciously replied, "let me sleep..."

Looking at the woman in my arms, Mu Chi Yao frowns tightly.

Who knows that Yanxi is still very conscious of the move, in his arms to find a most comfortable position, and then continue to sleep in the past.

As soon as Mu Chi Yao's body is stiff and the next second comes back to God, he will immediately pull her apart and throw her on the bed.

She's got an inch to go!

As a result, Mu Chi Yao just pulled back his hand, and Yan anxis became a octopus. He held his strong waist firmly in his hands and rubbed his face against his chest.

All of a sudden, Mu Chi Yao was regarded as her pillow, unable to move.

Mu Chi Yao tries to break her fingers, who knows that the tighter she tightens them, anyway, she is unwilling to let go.

He didn't know where her strength came from.

"Yan Anxi!" Mu Chi Yao growled, "are you pretending to be dead or sleeping? Let go! "

Yan Anxi did not move.

"Can you hear me?" He raised his hand and knocked on her forehead again, "huh?"

Yan Anxi had a pain and answered him vaguely: "ah Huh? You said... "

She murmured, as if she was perfunctory, her head moved, and she rubbed more and more into his arms, and her hands tightened more and more.

Mu Chi Yao remembers that the last time she approached her so actively, she was still in the hotel, and she was drugged.

This time, it's her cold and fever. Maybe it's because when people are sick, they need a subconscious dependence?

And he just showed up at this time?

Mu Chi Yao's eyebrows relaxed, as if he had compromised, and his tone softened a lot. He even had some helplessness: "I said I took the medicine, Yan Anxi."

Although Yan Anxi knew someone was talking and could hear her, she didn't want to wake up. Her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't open them.

"Yes, I did I am now Now I just want to have a good sleep... "

"How can I still have a fever?"

"I don't know..."

Mu Chi Yao looks at her sleeping side face, red lips slightly open, like sending out a silent invitation, long eyelashes slightly quivering, making people love her.

He turned away from her.

Mu Chi Yao's eyebrows were almost wrinkled into a Sichuan character. The more he tried to push her away, the tighter Yan Anxi held her, like a coquettish child.

His patience is wearing off: "Yan Anxi, let go. If you don't take the medicine, it's OK."

She unconsciously murmured, some grievances: "I really ate..."

Mu Chi Yao looks down at her, his heart is soft again.

After thinking about it, he just sat down by the bed.

In this way, he leaned on the head of the bed at will, languid and noble. Yan Anxi, who was sleeping in his arms, was like a clever kitten, without the stubborn and clear, only the long soft hair, itching to his heart.

"It's a good choice." Mu Chi Yao's mouth slightly raised a beautiful arc, and his fingertips fell on her hair.

Her waist length hair covered him.

He thought for a moment and asked, "can you hear me?"

"Well..."

"Do you know who I am?"

“…… Ah? "

When Mu Chi Yao saw her like this, he suddenly felt interesting.

What he asked, she seemed to be able to answer.

"Do you know why you have a cold and fever?" He deliberately softened his voice, like a hypnotist, and guided.

"Yes." Yan Anxi's answer in a low voice, mixed with a strong nasal sound, "because last night Drenched in the rain, still wearing wet clothes, sleeping all night, blowing the air conditioner all night... "

"Don't you hate it when it rains Do you admire Chi Yao? "

Yan Anxi shook his head gently.

This is to let Mu Chi Yao feel surprised, even the corners of the mouth can not help but up a little: "don't hate?"

"Don't hate I treat him only Only... "

"Only what?"

"Hate."

Mu Chi Yao's face suddenly changed. He looked at Yan Anxi in his arms and just wanted to throw her down.

In fact, he did.