Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

Mu Ciwan looked at the man, his fair face didn't know whether it was because of illness or the incandescent light, it looked extraordinarily pale, the pure white that should have been rosy had no blood, she directly held Qiu Cimu's wrist and pulled it to the sofa Sitting on the seat: "If you are not feeling well, just tell the truth. If you don't tell me, no one will know, except me of course."

If you don't tell me, I can figure it out too.

"Sit down, I'm going to order a takeaway, is there anything you want to eat, and what medicine should I take for a headache..."

Mu Ciwan thought about it carefully, but with a lack of medical knowledge, he couldn't think of any medicine to cure headaches.

"I don't need to eat..."

Qiu Cimu still wanted to struggle, but was scared by Mu Ciwan's eyes and closed his mouth. His dizzy mind couldn't think of anything to refuse, and his eyelids were so heavy that it seemed that he could continue to fall asleep in the next second. He heard Mu Ciwan talking on the phone, and something covered his body, followed by chaotic dreams and a chaotic flow of time.

There was a loud thunder, and Qiu Cimu was sweating profusely, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

As soon as Mu Ciwan got it outside, he turned around and saw the scene of Qiu Cimu. He hurried up and put the outside on the coffee table, and hugged the person on the sofa in his arms.

Thin, too thin.

This was Mu Ciwan's first feeling.

It is clear that the frame is bigger than hers, but the waist is lightly circled and hugged.

The person who was leaning on the sofa fell into her arms, his chin rested on her shoulder, his fingers firmly grasped her clothes, his lips were tightly closed, and he trembled every time a thunderstorm fell.

"No, no..."

Listening to Qiu Cimu's trembling murmur, Mu Ciwan's pupils deepened again.

[In 2022, what happened to Master that made him afraid of thunder? ]

[The host needs to explore by himself, and the Dao of Heaven cannot predict the whole picture. ]

2022 is on call, listening to its answer, Qiucimu's heart is even more angry.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

As Mu Ciwan spoke in a warm voice, he couldn't help but recall his childhood.

At that time, she was also afraid, afraid of outsiders, afraid of dogs, afraid of many things.

Master always has that indifferent appearance, as if he is indifferent to everything.

But only Mu Ciwan knows that dogs will be driven away by the master, and people will be warned by the master... Everything she is afraid of, the master will do his best to help her solve it, touch the top of her head when she is afraid, tell Her things are not scary, so don't be afraid, he is there for everything.

Mu Ciwan was greedy for this kind of tenderness, so that for a long time afterwards, she no longer feared these things, but still pretended to be afraid, thanking her master for her trouble.

Her personality has always been bad.

Everyone thinks that he is a good seedling of demon cultivator, and only Master protects her, telling her that any path is her own choice, and all she has to do is to be herself.

Therefore, she stepped on the way of cultivating immortals and ascended, no one dared to gossip, and no one dared to provoke her.

Now the role has changed, Mu Ciwan gently stroked Qiu Cimu's back, giving him comfort.

Waiting for him to calm down, his breathing gradually eased.

"President Qiu, it's time to eat."

Qiu Cimu opened his eyes, dazedness was hidden in the light-colored pupils, his brain was in chaos, his nerves seemed to be relieved a little, and he reflexively looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Mu Ciwan was amused by his cute reaction, "Come over to eat, if you don't eat, you will get cold, take medicine after eating, and then continue to sleep."

With Mu Ciwan's voice, his thoughts gradually came back to him. He only remembered that he dreamed of that night again, the terrible thunder and the crying in the rainy night, but this time, a pair of warm hands held him in his arms, away from the cold. Rain and nightmares.

It's just a dream.

The rain outside was still pattering, falling in different places and making different sounds.

Qiu Cimu lowered his eyes, took off the blanket covering his body, folded it neatly and put it aside, and then walked over to look at the dishes on the table.

"Excuse me, I'll just..."

"Hurry up and eat, I specially ordered two servings."

Mu Ciwan interrupted him, not allowing him to continue, holding the chopsticks with his slender fingers, he directly picked up a piece of meat in the bowl next to him, and then pointed, "Mr. Qiu, I shouldn't invite you. "

Of course it is not necessary.

His eyes fell on Mu Ciwan's fingers, this hand held his wrist three times today, he didn't even dare to think about how he got into Mu Ciwan's room.

It's just that the more you don't want to think about it, the more you will think about it.

His ears were gradually stained with a layer of crimson, which gradually restored the blood color to his bloodless face, but it was still a little pale.

"Eat quickly, take the medicine later, if you are still not well tomorrow, go to the hospital directly, I asked the family doctor, you are just too tired, go back to sleep after eating, and go to work according to the normal working hours tomorrow morning. "

Mu Ciwan twittered something, which was really not in line with the enthusiasm shown in front of Qiu Cimu during these few meetings, causing Qiu Cimu to give her a strange look.

The person involved didn't realize it, seeing that Qiu Cimu hadn't moved his chopsticks, he suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand and winked at him, "But if Mr. Qiu doesn't listen to persuasion, then I can only reluctantly change the following positions to supervise Qiu. In total, three meals a day."

Qiu Ciwan thought it was impossible, but these words were inexplicably in line with what Mu Ciwan could say. He looked at Mu Ciwan with a stiff face, and Mu Ciwan also stared at him without flinching, with a joke on his face. His eyes were serious, but in the end, Qiucimu was the first to admit defeat.

He couldn't compare to her, and he didn't want to compete with him.

I can't tell what kind of feeling it is, he should hate it, but he is really happy, which shouldn't be.

But too many things that shouldn't have happened, made it impossible for him to continue to ignore them.

He looked at the person in front of him, who was too different from the rumored description, "Are you really Mu Ciwan?"

Mu Ciwan looked at him, the corner of his mouth was still raised, his dark pupils couldn't see the bottom, he smiled, but it didn't seem to be a smile.

"If I wasn't Mu Ciwan, who would Qiu think I should be?"

Who should she be?

There is no answer.

Is she Muciwan?

The answer lies entirely in his choices.

I have already met the thin layer of mold, but Qiu Cimu suddenly withdrew his hand, "Mu Ciwan, let's eat."