With Yan Jingxun's culture, An Yunshan glanced at his clenched hand and tried to retract it, but found that he was really clenched.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" An Yunshan said softly.

She felt something was wrong with Yan Jingxun, but she thought about whether he had just reached out to touch his forehead, which made him disgusted.

But intuitively, I feel that's not the case.

Yan Jingxun heard An Yunshan care softly, and his face that was so close that it made him feel a little dazed.

For a moment, he wanted to fight back...

This idea is dangerous and exciting. Yan Jingxun was so awe-inspiring that he could not suppress this idea.

An Yunshan noticed that the man's black eyes in front of him became subtle, and the intent was obvious.

What does he want to do?

As soon as this thought passed by her mind, she realized that the hand that held her hand hard had released.

The hand was put weakly on his forehead, and a more silence sounded.

"You'd better stay away from me."

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he would not do anything out of order.

He was almost unable to suppress his inner surging.

An Yunshan felt a little touched in her heart. She realized that Yan Jingxun seemed to be suppressing herself, but she didn't know why she was suppressing herself and what she was suppressing.

Before she could think about it, Yan Jingxun had already gotten up and entered the bathroom again. Soon the sound of water came.

When Yan Jingxun came out, he lay back on the single bed.

No matter how big the bed is or how far the distance is, he feels it is very dangerous.

What makes people feel paradoxical, hearing her breathing in the same room made him feel particularly at ease.

Yan Jingxun pursed his lips tightly and opened his eyes slightly to look at the ceiling. He knew that this would not work, but even though he knew it would not work, he was full of powerlessness.

Powerless to resist, powerless to refuse.

If the fakes know this terrible emotion...

Yan Jingxun couldn't imagine the look of a fake guy looking at him, and even more so, she couldn't imagine the despise in her heart.

Just thinking about it makes you breathe hard.

He fell asleep drowsyly, and Yan Jingxun slept particularly uneasy that night.

So the next day he woke up in a daze and found that the fake guy was sitting next to his bed.

Seeing that he was about to get up, An Yunshan hurriedly pressed the person back.

"The chief sergeant has a fever, lie down and rest."

Yan Jingxun frowned. He actually had a fever when he was attending. Is he getting back and forth?

Perhaps guessing what he thought, An Yunshan said: "The chief sergeant only causes fever if the recurrence of his old injury."

This has nothing to do with attendance or not.

"I'm fine, just lie down for a while." Yan Jingxun's face looked ugly, his eyes closed, and his voice was low.

An Yunshan said, "Sergeant, have breakfast."

As she said that, she brought a bowl of rice porridge from the table beside her, and some fine meat was mixed in it.

Yan Jingxun glanced at him and looked away, without any interest, "Let's go there."

Of course, An Yunshan would not listen to him. The more sick he gets, the less appetite he has, but he will be able to get better without eating.

"Sergeant, have breakfast." An Yunshan repeated the same way, but it was not a negotiation.

Yan Jingxun closed his eyes and said lazily: "I don't want to move."

He wants to sleep now.

An Yunshan frowned. Why did Yan Jingxun look like a child at this time?

She scooped a bite of porridge with a porcelain spoon, blew it gently, and delivered it directly to Yan Jingxun's mouth.

"Sergeant Chief."

Yan Jingxun's breathing stopped and subconsciously opened his mouth. The warm porridge was put into his mouth. He turned his eyes and glanced at the fake.

She is feeding him!
Chapter completed!