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The sound of water splashing incessantly beside his ears. For some reason, it began to sound rather ear-piercing.

When she opened her eyes and closed her eyes, she saw the wetness on the bed. She couldn't help but turn her head around, but she saw something on the bedside table. It was wine and a glass of wine.

She walked over and picked up the glass of wine. However, just as the wine cup was about to land on her lips, her wrist suddenly tightened, "Don't drink it, it's burned wine."

"Pa!" Her hands that had yet to fully recover from the cold softened and the wine cup fell to the ground. The broken pieces of glass that were splashed into the air made her feet hurt, but the man held his hand horizontally and walked her to the sofa. He lowered his head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Forgetting about the pain, she asked, "Why are you cooking wine?"

"You have a fever. Use the burnt wine to rub your chest and your back. This way, the fever will be gone." As he had casually said, his eyes were fixated on her lightly injured foot. A single round blood drop on her snow-white foot was trembling like a teardrop, causing people to uncontrollably lower their eyes, not wanting to look away.

The moisture in her eyes finally made her understand why she smelled of red fruit and alcohol when she woke up.

She lifted her head, and her gaze lightly fell on his face. The two of them were suddenly so close, so close, that their lips were only a finger's width apart, "Why didn't you dodge?"

He quietly looked at her, causing her to feel a bit scared. Just as she started to panic, his voice came in a hoarse voice. "I want to accompany you to the end of your cold …"

Tears rolled down her moist eyes. They were sparkling and translucent on her face. She actually couldn't let them fall …

The man slowly lifted his finger, and the tip of his finger landed on her face. It made her shiver, but she didn't move as he wiped away her tears. "Child."

"Nope." Her teary black eyes revealed a paradoxical smile as she retorted.

"Do you know? Last night, I called Dr Lee to chat with her. He said that once a child catches a cold, they have to rub their wine.

"Hey, Leng Muxun, what are you saying? If I were a child, then where are Shishi and Guoguo going?"

"Pfft." He laughed. His body couldn't help but tremble from the laughter. This tremble was just right to cause his lips to inadvertently brush past her lips, which was so close to his.

It was a soft and gentle touch, as if he was afraid that she would be scared, so he dodged it. But this time, it was as if he had been shocked by lightning, causing Wanqiu's face to immediately turn red.

"Ah …" No, it's nothing, Shishi and Guoguo are not here, so we can ignore them now.

What kind of logic was this, "Leng Muxun, you owe me a beating." She waved her hand, but did not let it fall.

He tried his best to hold back his laughter, and then said in all seriousness, "I'm afraid of pain, so don't beat me up. Just splash some water on me."

"No way, if you catch a cold, then who's going to serve me?" She raised her face again, and was about to move away from him, but he squeezed her hand with force. "Don't move."

Her deep voice made it hard for her to understand what was going on. She didn't dare to move an inch. "What do you feel?" After a long while, he suddenly said.

"Ah, Leng Muxun, you really do owe me a beating." Her hand fell down and smashed against his chest like raindrops. She could feel that the man's body was incredibly high and mighty. He really was bad.

He didn't move, but calmly looked at her like a statue. For a long time, she had always been quiet in his memory, and most of the time, he was the one who commanded her.

But the current her, displayed the real Zhong Wanqiu as if he had returned to reality. She would laugh, she would throw a tantrum, and she would even furiously beat him up. These small actions were different from those of the women he had met before. Those women only gave him the feeling of putting on an act when he was doing these things, they only wanted him to be his woman.

Wanqiu was tired from hammering, but the man could only stare at her without moving, as if he couldn't even feel the pain. He reached out and twisted, "Ah …" She really was pinching the flesh on his arm very hard. Who asked him to not react after a long time, even she felt as if her hand was hitting the wall on the table. Otherwise, why would he not move? He called out hoarsely, his lips slowly bending over her with a man's unique taste, intoxicating.

Three Inches...

Two Inches...

One Inch...

The slight curve of her lips brought with it his unique masculine aura as she pouted. Her slightly aching hands were already clenched into fists in between the two people's chests, and her memories and his stories instantly came crashing down like an avalanche.

No.

No.

Really not.

There was no love, only a demand.

She didn't want it.

His lips were still bent, and his gentle eyes seemed to contain an endless amount of pity. However, she had suddenly woken up, and got up abruptly with a speed so fast that it was impossible to guard against, causing Leng Muxun to lose control of her body in an instant. Her flushed red face was like a pink lotus that had just bloomed, and just as he was about to catch her in surprise, she had already quickly turned around and ran to the door, "Leng Muxun, I don't like you."

I don't like him.

But she seemed to still love him.

Nothing was certain. He just wanted to escape his breath, his kiss, everything about him.

As he pushed open the door to his room, Wanqiu leaned against the door and gasped for breath. His heart did not seem to belong to him, as though it was floating in an unknown world.

"Mommy, where did you go?" Guoguo woke up, he rubbed his eyes and stared at her, "Mommy, why are you so red? Are you still sick? Shall I tell Daddy to call a doctor for you? "

Wanqiu did not react at all to Guoguo's first few sentences, but she immediately woke up to the last few sentences, "Guoguo, stop calling me daddy, Mommy is fine, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm fine."

"Oh, Mommy, I'm hungry."

"Then get dressed and go to breakfast with dad." She would rather die than sit across from him now. She felt that if she saw him again, her heart would jump out.

This man was most likely missing women.

It was said that men were creatures of the lower half of the body. He was just looking to be dissatisfied, right? Anyway, she definitely couldn't have anything to do with him. She finally got rid of him with great difficulty.

"Mommy, aren't you going?" Shishi also sat up, his eyes squinting lazily. He was still not completely awake.

"Yes, I'm sleepy and would like to sleep a little longer."

"Mommy, why are you up so early?"

"Yeah, Mommy, where did you go? What are you wearing? "Is it cold outside?"

Wanqiu didn't even dare to look at himself. God, she actually just came back with that sheet wrapped around her. And the most dangerous thing was that she was seen by the two little fellows.

She smiled awkwardly, "Oh, Mommy heard someone call for help next door, so she just randomly wrapped this bed sheet and prepared to go help. Do you want to be a good person? But when you went out, you knew it was a dragon. A couple quarrelling." In order to distance herself from Leng Muxun, she had thought of a way to tell more and more lies, and only hoped that they wouldn't continue like this. Otherwise, she wanted to hide in a crack in the ground and live, so that she wouldn't have to face such a shrewd Shishi and Guoguo. There had never been a moment where she wanted to make her two children's thoughts become simpler, or perhaps a little muddled.

"Aiya, then why didn't I hear it?" Guoguo asked, blinking his eyes, "Am I not good with hearing?"

"Guoguo, no, I didn't hear it either."

"Shut up. Go wash up for me. Don't you want to eat breakfast? Don't you want to go swimming in the hot spring?"

After that, they entered the bathroom together and closed the door, and then muttered something in a low voice. Watching the two of them disappear from his sight, Wanqiu let out a long breath, and then, her body tilted to the side as she laid on the bed. She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep as long as she did not see Leng Muxun.

"Dong Dong Dong …" The man knocked on her door.

She rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head. It was so noisy that she wanted to kill someone.

"Mommy, there's a knock on the door. Why don't you open the door?" Guoguo was brushing her teeth, while slanted her head and said to Wanqiu who was lying on the bed outside the door.

"Don't bother, we went through the wrong door."

"Mommy, it looks like Daddy knocked on the door and it's always so light. He must have thought we were asleep." Shishi had already finished washing, and was washing his face, mouth full of foam was quickly rushing down the pond.

Wanqiu could only shout in annoyance: Who?

"Wanqiu, I came to fetch you guys to breakfast."

He wasn't talking about the children, he was talking about all of you, which naturally included her. He lifted the quilt and rubbed it against the door, "I'm not hungry, I'm sleepy, I'm not going. You take the children." Her body was still wrapped in the same bed sheet, incongruously wrapping her graceful figure, causing Leng Muxun to be unable to resist the urge to laugh as he looked at her.

"Eat some, only then will you be able to take the medicine."

"Not eating."

"You don't have a fever, so you're in high spirits? Wait for your cold to repeat itself again and again, I think you will have to lie curled up on the sofa like a cat, and not be able to move anymore. At that time, don't come to my room and beg me to take care of Shishi and Guoguo, what mother this is, if you don't want your body to get better, you will have to infect the children. "