Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-Seven: You Don't Know that I Just Had a Meat Meal Last Night, Today...

Ji Nuan raised his hand to hit him in the face again. This time, the man directly held her wrist, lowered his eyes, pressed her on top of her, and looked at her fixedly.

"Looking at your posture, are you planning to devote all your energy and strength for the rest of your life to hitting me?" The man's voice was light and indifferent, without the slightest sense of irritability like hers. It's as simple as asking her what she wants to eat tomorrow.

Ji Nuan's lips were trembling with anger, but she couldn't speak. For a long time, she still just squeezed out the words: "You are terrible..."

Mo Jingshen curled his lips slightly: "I'll take you as a compliment?"

She abruptly stopped, refusing to see the man's maddening smile.

She never imagined that everything she had experienced in the past three years, struggles, changes, and growth, were all under his control. She thought she had already soared, but it turned out that there was still a thread he was holding.

Ji Nuan was shaking in his arms again. The tears she cried just now had dried up, but she was still red and red. In addition, her fever hadn't subsided yet, and her cheeks were also red. The whole person looked like It looks like it's almost cooked.

The man gently "touched" and "touched" her hair, and then "rubbed" on the top of her hair like a soothing: "Okay, don't make trouble, I think your strength should be almost exhausted. already."

He really got it right.

Ji Nuan didn't know where the burst of strength came from just now, and he beat him frantically for a long time, but most of the strength was spent on the pillow.

At this moment, her whole body was sore and soft, and she couldn't lift her arms. She could only move her body faintly, but because their bodies were so close together, she could feel the changes in the man's lower body every time she moved.

Until he felt that his lower abdomen was stabbed by him, Ji Nuan glared at him viciously again: "Shameless bastard! You are still hard when I'm like this!"

The man was still thinking about how to coax her, but he was instantly amused by the woman's words.

He looked at her with deep eyes, and rubbed her hair with patience: "I thought I was craving you now, and you were very clear last night. After more than three years of blankness, you Do you think it can be filled in just one night?"

Ji Nuan's face is expressionless, but her eyes are red and her face is red. Even if her face is expressionless, the whole person does not look so indifferent.

In his eyes, he looked cute.

The smile in the man's eyes was even brighter: "You don't know how much restraint I have to use to endure today, if you didn't burn into a coma today, I would have made you in a different way. I've been lying in bed all day and night, crying so hard that I can't find the right tone."

Ji Nuan: "..."

She frowned: "Don't press me! Get up!"

The more he pressed on her like this, the more she moved, the more dangerous she was.

She can't stand him in this situation now.

"No more trouble?" the man asked softly.

Ji Nuan closed her eyes and turned her head: "I don't have the strength."

The answer was ambiguous, but it probably meant that if she still had the strength, she might have tossed around.

The man smiled and patted her on the head like a kid. Then he let go of her, got up, glanced at Ji Nuan's hair and some sweat stains on his forehead, and said, "After tossing for a while, It's not that it doesn't work, at least the sweat is finally tossed out."

Ji Nuan was startled, raised her hand and "touched" her head, and she was sweating.

That means that she will soon be able to reduce the fever.

Ji Nuan stopped moving, turned over on the bed, and closed her eyes to rest.

Seeing that she was sweating more and more, the fever might really be going away, Mo Jingshen turned around and went into the bathroom to put bath water for her.

A few minutes later, the man came out and saw that Ji Nuan was still lying in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed, without a pillow, but just lying quietly, obviously not asleep.

"Sweat for a while. After the fever subsides, take a bath. The water has been put away."

Ji Nuan ignored Mo Jingshen's words and lay still on the bed.

She really didn't sleep. When Mo Jingshen was in the bathroom just now, she opened her eyes and looked out the window, and when she heard him coming out, she closed her eyes again.

She was sweating non-stop at the moment, and the pajamas that the man had just put on her body were soaked with sweat in an instant. It turned out so much.

Seeing that the little woman was sweating and lying there still, Mo Jingshen walked over, put his hand on her sweaty forehead, and touched her red face again.

Ji Nuan didn't move, didn't avoid his hand, just opened his eyes and looked out the window again, never looking at him.

Still quite temperamental.

Mo Jingshen said in a low voice, "Should I take you to wash?"

She still didn't move, and now she turned her face even further, not even looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

The man picked up the electronic thermometer by the bed and helped her measure her body temperature. Sure enough, the body temperature dropped a lot after sweating, and now it is only thirty-seven degrees two.

He put down the thermometer, and with his long arms, he directly carried the woman on the bed like she was fished out of water because of sweating. Before Ji Nuan could earn it, the man was already hugged by the man and sat beside the bed, and he didn't dislike her at all. The sweat on her body, her hands on her back and her already "damp" pajamas, and patted lightly: "It takes time to get angry."

Ji Nuan didn't want to pay attention to him, didn't want to talk to him, and felt angry when he looked at him.

Seeing her uncooperative face, Mo Jingshen didn't let her go. He sat down directly on his lap, and wrapped her in his arms. At the same time, a man sounded above Ji Nuan's head. A low voice: "Tell me, how can I calm down?"

Ji Nuan couldn't tell whether he was angry or what, but there were many things that he couldn't digest at once.

But he never told her all of this, and he always kept it hidden. Every conscious or unconscious decision and behavior of hers seemed to be expected by him.

At this moment, she didn't have the strength to fight with him, but being held in his arms like this, she looked up and saw the man's face was always calm and indifferent, as if he was right no matter what he did, and as if everything was In his expectation, including her every emotion, she now seems to be a temperamental and ignorant little woman, her whole body is exploding in his arms.

"Mo Jingshen, have you thought about how I feel?"

The man's arm around her remained motionless, his dark eyes stared at her, and he said lightly, "I thought about it, and I knew you would have a temper, so you didn't see that I was always accommodating? Let you vent?" Nuan The wind is not as affectionate as you