Chapter 2512

Feng Shaojin opened his eyes, his pupils were dark and deep, with dim light floating, and his tone was a bit soft, "I have no appetite."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei doesn't know how to coax people.

Feng Shaojin said again: "If you feed me, I will eat."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei said angrily: "It's not like you broke your hand."

Feng Shaojin was not annoyed, he just stared at her like this, feeling uncomfortable staring at Mo Lingwei.

In the end, she had to compromise, took a bowl of porridge, took a spoonful, and fed it to his lips, "Eat, get well soon after eating."

Feng Shaojin opened his mouth cooperatively.

A bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out.

Mo Lingwei put down the bowl, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, took a few sips of warm water for him, was about to take out the empty bowl, but was stopped by Feng Shaojin: "Where is your hairpin?" ?”

Mo Lingwei touched her head, she didn't have time to braid her hair this morning, her long hair was tied up with a hairpin.

She said calmly: "Give it to He Wenhao, let him contact my sister-in-law and bring some gunpowder and food to Yuncheng."

Seeing that her expression was the same, Feng Shaojin relaxed slightly, and pulled Mo Lingwei back onto the bed: "I'm useless, let you worry about me."

His arms wrapped around her shoulders, trapping her in his arms.

Mo Lingwei was expressionless: "I'm not for you..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Shaojin sealed her lips, blocking the rest of what she wanted to say.

Feng Shaojin kissed her hard, the breath he exhaled seemed to be wrapped in flowing fire, sprinkled on Mo Lingwei's face, it was very hot, as if it was about to burn.

Mo Lingwei put her hands on his shoulders, opened her eyes and looked at the scarlet and forbearing eyes of the man who was close at hand, and gave up resistance.

Feng Shaojin didn't expect her to be so obedient, and after a while, he suddenly felt uneasy.

He let go of her, pressed his nose against hers, and asked with a strong nasal voice, "You, you..., what were you thinking when I treated you like that just now?"

He was motionless, like a puppet, but his eyes were free, and he was no longer nervous and bewildered as before.

This reaction was beyond his expectation.

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Mo Lingwei blinked: "I was thinking, are you going to infect me with my sickness?"

Feng Shaojin: "..."

Feng Shaojin withdrew his arms, leaned back, moved a little further away from her, and replied sullenly, "I didn't want to infect you."

Mo Lingwei ignored him, picked up the tray and the empty porridge bowl, and left the bedroom.

Feng Shaojin lay back on the duvet again, staring at the roof of the tent with his eyes open, his mind a little confused.

The way the two get along now is pretty good. She doesn't fight with him anymore, and occasionally starts to care about him.

No matter what her purpose is, at least she will care about his life and death.

Even if she still refuses to get close to him, even if he doesn't know how long he will be a monk, he is still willing to do so.

At the thought of sending her away and never seeing her again, Feng Shaojin's selfish heart began to stir again...

The consequences of any choice seem to force him to break up with her.

If she was left in Yuncheng, she would be in danger of life and death.

If he sends her back to Jincheng, he will bear the situation that he will never see her again.

midnight.

The medicine took effect, Feng Shaojin sweated profusely, and his clothes were soaked.

He licked his dry lips, his head was lifted up, he opened his eyes, and a white porcelain bowl filled with warm water was brought to his lips.

Mo Lingwei stood by the bed, saw that he was awake, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief: "You sweat too much, drink more water."

Feng Shaojin drank the water, unbuttoned the tightly buttoned neckline casually, and asked, "Why haven't you slept yet? Did I wake you up?"