High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1700

Song Yan slapped his wrist and laughed angrily, "Shut up, I'll check it for you."

Lin Zhaoxia turned over and raised her hand to pull the quilt, and she was blindfolded. The whole movement was smooth and smooth, so don't go too far~
Song Yan was dumbfounded, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Lin Zhaoxia: "I'm fine, no need to check."

Song Yan was speechless, but the boy couldn't get out of the quilt, no matter how great his medical skills were, he couldn't be checked.

He couldn't do it himself, so he could only focus on Young Master Yang beside him.

It was also the first time Yang Moyan encountered such a situation as a teenager.

He raised his hand to grab the young man's quilt, but the young man suddenly revealed his eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had expected his action a long time ago, "Don't pull. If I say it's fine, it's fine, Song Yan, go back."

Song Yan frowned slightly, feeling that the young man was a little different today.

Yang Moyan also felt something was wrong.

His pair of dark green pupils were deep, and there were all kinds of light in the bottom of the pupils, passing over every inch of the young man's face little by little.

Facing this sight, Lin Zhaoxia felt as if she had become transparent.

A large area of ​​her palm was wet, and her bloody hand also began to ache from the numb wound due to sweating.

Lin Zhaoxia, who has always been the most afraid of pain, finally got nervous at this time.

She furrowed her brows fiercely, and flung out her uncontrollable hand directly, taking a breath.

I don't know how I managed to hurt myself like this at the time.

The corners of Lin Zhaoxia's lips twitched. She couldn't feel anything about the pain in the early morning.

The only thing that can feel is the unbearable pain in the palm and a little bit of unhappiness in the bottom of my heart.

Because of Lin Zhaoxia's strong refusal, Yang Moyan couldn't force it. Song Yan had no choice but to deal with the boy's hand in the end. He took the newly prepared medicine and handed it to Yang Moyan. Yang Moyan poured out the pills and changed hands himself. To Lin Zhaoxia.

Lin Zhaoxia took it over, feeling an inexplicable longing in her heart.

She looked at the medicine in her palm and felt that something was wrong with her.

The voice in my heart was clamoring again, eat it!eat it!
Lin Zhaoxia violently raised her hand to hold her head.

She forced herself to suppress this thought, instead of taking the medicine in her palm, she handed it back.

Both Yang Moyan and Song Yan were taken aback by her move.

Yang Moyan raised his hand to cover hers, "What?"

The young man looked very serious, but his tone was half-joking, "Because this medicine looks so ugly, I choose to take it later."

Song Yan curled his lips speechlessly, "You can be content." After saying this, he paused, "I'm researching the antidote, this is just a palliative medicine, and when the antidote comes out, you don't need to take it."

Lin Zhaoxia naturally knew about it.

But now she wants to know more, why she wants to take this relief medicine so much?
Why is there an inexplicable longing in my heart?
When such doubts came out, she couldn't think clearly again, and her head started to hurt again.

She had no choice but to raise her hand to press her head again.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Yang Moyan and Song Yan were looking at her nervously. She could only suppress all her emotions and said with a low smile, "It's not good for my body to wake up too late."

As soon as he said this, Yang Moyan stretched out his hand, "body temperature..." As soon as the words came out, he moved closer again, a handsome face magnified in front of his eyes, Yang Moyan put his forehead on the boy's, for two seconds Finally, the thin lips spit out the last sentence that was not finished: "Normal."

(End of this chapter)