Chapter 1642 Canary (15)
In front of this group of people with guns, Chunhua can't stand up.
Like a quail, the voice is very weak.
It's just that the guards didn't respond.
One of them stepped forward, "I don't need you tonight, you can go back."
Cold, concise, like a stone.
"..." Chunhua was a little dazed.
"No...don't need me?"
"Is there a doctor here to see the lady?"
The military guards did not answer her, but only gave her a gesture of please.
means, she can go.
Chunhua opened her mouth, "But...I can be...by Miss...serving..."
At the end, her voice became smaller and smaller.
Small to almost nothing.
She had heard of the iron blood and ruthlessness of Xiaojun, so she didn't dare to contradict them at all.
After speaking weakly, she looked at the tightly closed room with some reluctance.
While worrying, he moved slowly.
Slowly leave.
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Autumn nights are getting colder and colder.
Without the light of the sun, the bright moon in the sky also hid in the thick clouds to avoid the cold night wind.
In the room, faint coughing sounds could be heard from time to time, as light as a baby cub.
The person on the sickbed was exuding a high fever, dripping with sweat, and his cheeks were extremely hot.
The face that was originally porcelain white and pure, now seems to have been smeared with the most gorgeous rouge, as charming as a ripe rose, completely gorgeous.
The strong sense of thirst and vomiting forced her to wake up from sleep.
She coughed and slightly opened her wet eyes.
Throat is also hot and flustered.
Her eyes were full of mist, and she seemed to see a figure walking towards her.
Familiar atmosphere, warm and very safe.
She trembled her long eyelashes slightly, and raised her delicate fingertips slightly.
As if trying to reach him hard.
Always want to rely on him.
The figure landed on the bedside without a sound, the breath on his body was cold and cold.
It seems that he came in cold dew, even his clothes were covered with cold air.
Gently lifted her up and held her in his arms.
The delicate person, who was already uncomfortable in the heat, hummed comfortably in an instant.
The hot cheek rubbed against him unconsciously, absorbing the few coolness on his body.
Like a soft kitten with a pink belly, clingy.
Someone came to hug her, took a wet towel from nowhere, and wiped her sweat little by little.
Wipe across the forehead, the tip of the eyebrows, the tip of the nose, and finally land on her cheeks.
The warm temperature is just right.
It can make her feel comfortable without making her feel cold.
She hung down her slender and weak eyelashes, and made a cat-like soft sound.
Milky, with a slight nasal sound.
Leaning in his arms, neither noisy nor fussy, obediently, not at all wary.
Simple and clean, like a well-protected person, never contaminated by the cruelty and disturbance of war.
It's so beautiful that people can't bear to touch it.
The person holding her unbuttoned her skirt, and slowly wiped her sweat away.
She leaned quietly in his arms, her white and slender fingers moved silently.
Like an immature cub, he gently grabbed his calloused fingers.
Very light, very light, no force at all.
She slowly looked at him with beautiful eyes that were misty and rippling.
The sound is as soft and dependent as ever.
"... want to hug..."
(end of this chapter)