Chapter 1888

Feng Shaojin stopped her hands, raised her eyes to look at her, the meaning of the deep eyes was unclear.

He withdrew his strength and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Lingwei's delicate face wrinkled into a ball, and she nodded.

Feng Shaojin felt that he must be crazy to rub her feet at such a time.

She was wearing her own blouse, her half-wet long hair was disheveled, her pretty little face was flushed with fever, and there seemed to be streamers fluctuating in her clear water eyes, like a lake illuminated by the sun, moon and stars. Sparkling.

Because of the pain, she bit out a row of tiny teeth marks on her lower lip, which became more and more sick, and I felt pity for it.

Mo Lingwei lay down again, tossed and turned on her side, and closed her eyes: "It will probably be better tomorrow."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin raised his hand to touch her forehead, "You're burning again."

Mo Lingwei was in a daze, hugging his coat and curled up into a ball: "It's so cold."

"I'll add more dry firewood." Feng Shaojin added a few more branches to the fire to make the fire bigger.

The sound of rain outside the cave, while the inside of the cave was warm and dry, Feng Shaojin looked at Mo Lingwei who was huddled into a ball, thought for a while, took off the only white shirt left on his body, covered her body, and kept away from her. After a while, she sat leaning against the stone wall, looking at her from the corner of her eye from time to time.

Closing his eyes, all the pictures from just now were in his mind, Feng Shaojin propped his forehead, and opened his eyes again.

At this moment, he finally understood what it was like to sing on the stage that he couldn't help himself.

"It's so cold." I don't know if it's because of the ankle pain or because of the fever, Mo Lingwei cried softly, and shouted indistinctly: "Mother, mother..."

Feng Shaojin: "..."

The masseter muscles on the side of Feng Shaojin's face were tense, so he had to lean over and wrap her whole body tightly with his clothes, "Ling Wei, is it cold?"

Mo Lingwei was so hot that she felt like she was in a nightmare, her body was like being soaked in ice water, she finally hugged a stove, she found a comfortable position, and fell asleep peacefully.

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin looked down at the person lying tightly in his arms, his whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move, even his breathing slowed down, and he didn't dare to breathe out.

On the second day, the sky was bright and clear.

The mountains and forests have been washed by the rain, the air has become more and more fresh, and the sound of birdsong is crisp and pleasing to the ears.

Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, the high fever on her body had subsided, and the redness and swelling on her ankles had subsided a little, not as painful as yesterday.

She was wrapped in two clothes, carrying the unique body temperature and smell of a man.

Looking sideways, Feng Shaojin was leaning against the stone wall with his upper body naked, taking a nap.

Hearing the movement, Feng Shaojin opened his eyes instantly, seeing that she was about to sit up, he hurried to help her.

As he got closer, Mo Lingwei saw that his deep phoenix eyes were full of bloodshot red eyes, and there was a dark blue under the eye sockets.

Seeing her looking at him, Feng Shaojin explained a little shyly: "You said it was cold last night, so I just... just..."

Mo Lingwei hurriedly returned the clothes to him: "Put them on."

Feng Shaojin took over the middle coat and put it on, and still put the outer shirt on her body: "It's raining outside, I'll carry you down the mountain."

He picked up the pannier and put it on her back. Without any explanation, he put Mo Lingwei on his back and walked down the mountain step by step.

Mo Lingwei lay on his back, hearing the sound of armor breaking from his hard chest...

"Feng Shaojin." Mo Lingwei hooked his arms around his neck, "Since I was a child, no one has ever carried me on my back except my mother and brother..."

The sound of her breathing was close to her ears, and the tip of her nose rubbed against the back of his neck.

Feng Shaojin felt his heart go numb, "Then I'll carry you on my back for the rest of my life, okay?"