In some ways, Bo Jiu is indeed a very qualified pillow.

As long as this person's aura is there, Qin Mo will relax.

But Bo Jiu is still worried that the rain on his body will affect the great god

Moreover, the temperature on the back of the hand does not mean to drop at all.

This made Bo Jiu narrow his eyes.

Gently raise your hand.

Then, he walked towards the bathroom.

Her steps were very slow and she tried not to exert any force.

Turn on the hot water and soak the towel in it.

He took off his battle uniform coat directly, took Qin Mo's coat from the hanger and put it on his body.

It seems that I don't plan to sleep anymore.

After doing all this.

She took out the towel, twisted it a few times, and covered Qin Mo's forehead with heat.

When doing these things, in order not to appear rude, Bo Jiu did not even make him move.

But the princess was watching from the side and patrolled there with warnings.

It seems to be saying, don’t even think about it when the master has no ability to resist.

At this time, Bo Jiu focused all his attention on the great god and had no time to see the princess.

He pressed the corner of the quilt again, his eyes fell on the left hand that was attached to the medical tape, and he reached out to touch it.

When she felt that the time was almost over, she took off the towel and went into the bathroom to soak the hot water again.

But this time I soaked two pieces, and the other piece covered the joint of the master's left hand.

For an e-sports player, the hand is the most important thing.

What's more, joint heat compresses have the effect of reducing fever.

This is the repeated movement.

The clocks hanging on the wall kept spinning.

The rain outside the window did not stop.

Qin Mo is still out of his dreams.

But this time it's much softer.

There is no river that can almost flood people.

But there was something soft in his arms. Every time he pounced on him, he would call him indifferently.

Then...who is it?

If you want to know the answer too much, the easier it is to wake up.

When Qin Mo suddenly opened his eyes, he found that there was one more person beside him. The man was afraid that he would be cold and covered his left wrist with his right hand. The more annoying that face was, he was now as well-behaved.

Qin Mo reached out and rubbed his fingertips against the boy's cheek. The touch was indeed like milk, very smooth.

Qin Mo leaned over and wanted to do something.

But soon, he stopped.

Even though he was very tired, he subconsciously knew that he had a fever and could not pass it on to someone.

But I can't let this guy sleep like this.

Use the only remaining thoughts to pull the quilt.

Both of them were wrapped in.

Qin Mo's jaw rubbed against Bo Jiu's soft hair, his eyes closed again, and his side face still had a faint expression, but his aura was completely different.

On a bed, the posture of embracing from behind will always look particularly warm.

But this is also a matter of time and occasion.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Aunt Zhang was worried about Qin Mo, so she cooked porridge early and brought it in with medicine.

I was originally thinking about asking the young master to get up, but it was probably a bit difficult. What I fear most was that the young master's fever had not subsided yet, so what should I do?

But when she opened the door, there was actually one more person on the bed!

The man seemed to have just woken up when he heard the sound, rubbed his eyes, then curled his lips and smiled at her. Two likeable tiger teeth were exposed, and the silver hair was even more handsome: "Shh, Aunt Zhang, let's say a little, Brother Mo hasn't woken up yet."

Aunt Zhang:...
Chapter completed!