Bingshan Yujie is a soft and cute monster

When Lin Mo walked home slowly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, black clouds rolled over, and there were faint signs of rain.

In summer, the temperature in the forest is already very high. The rainstorm is approaching, and the weather is even hotter. His skin is sticky and greasy. Lin Mo feels that he is not in a good condition. Today, he may take a hot bath first to relax and rest.

Lin Mo pushed open the chaimen, searched around the yard but didn't see Mo Jin, felt a little disappointed, so he went to boil a pot of hot water first.

She mixed the water in the wooden bucket, carried the bucket, put a towel on her shoulders, and was about to push the wooden door open, but found that it couldn't be pushed.

Is someone in there?

Lin Mo thought for a while, then knocked on the door: "Mo Jin, are you inside?"

Mo Jin, who was squatting behind the door, froze, and his fluffy ears trembled.

Mo Jin stood up hastily, checked the clothes on her body to make sure they were neat and clean, and opened the door.

When the two saw each other, they were suddenly stunned, and their eyes couldn't help but glance away.

Lin Mo crossed her fingers, a little nervous: "I want to take a bath."

Mo Jin hummed lightly and stepped out of the way.

The two passed by each other without even touching the corners of their clothes.

This feeling is like two little beasts, wanting to hug each other to keep warm, but guarding their own territory awkwardly, none of the little beasts dare to stretch out their claws first and touch each other.

At the same time, they stopped, with their backs facing each other, separated by a door, but they seemed to be able to hear the heartbeat of the other party.

Plop, plop, more powerful.

Lin Mo couldn't help turning her head: "Mo Jin?"

Mo Jin's eyebrows trembled slightly, her heart skipped a beat, and the fingertips of her tightly clenched palms turned white.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Lin Mo pondered: "Close the door for me."

Mo Jin looked relieved, stepped forward, and with a wave of his finger, the door was closed immediately.

Lin Mo leaned against the wall of the wooden barrel, and let out a long breath slowly, staying with Bingshan was too much a test of her mental quality, she almost couldn't bear it.

The water in the wooden barrel was already a little cold, Lin Mo picked up the water and brushed it on his face, he felt refreshed, and the stickiness disappeared, but his body was soft.

After Lin Mo took a shower and changed his clothes, he just opened the door when the rain poured down. The sound of the rain didn't sound very close in the forest. Wet the ground.

Before the ground was completely soaked, Lin Mo put on his coat and hat, poured out the water in the barrel, and ran back to the cabin.

She shook off the rainwater from her soaked coat, hung it on the hanger behind the door, turned her head, and saw that a fire was already burning in the room, and something was boiling in the pot.

Mo Jin sat on a small wooden pier beside him, stretched out his fingers, and warmed himself by the fire.

Under the bright firelight, Mo Jin's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and the delicate jaw line is not as cold and hard as before, but looks very warm.

Lin Mo's heart suddenly softened. She hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time, as if someone was waiting for her to go home.

When she was in the orphanage, she was actually very envious of the son of the auntie in the orphanage. Every night when she came home late, there would be a mother muttering about cooking and waiting for him, but she had only a few such feelings. As a surprise for her birthday, she specially left a bowl of longevity noodles in the pot.

Lin Mo's eyes were slightly wet, he sniffed, walked lightly to Mo Jin and sat down, stretched out his hands, and gathered around the fire to make fire just like her.

The light bamboo fragrance came from beside him, Mo Jin's nose moved slightly, and his body moved a little closer to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn't notice it, and pointed to the pot and asked softly, "What's stewed in this pot?"

"chicken."

"Oh."

"Where did you get it?"

"The trap dug before."

Lin Mo held her face in her hands and looked at the fire. In fact, she didn't want to ask what was stewed in the pot, but she just wanted to talk to Mo Jin.

When she had nothing to talk to, she felt a little downcast, she was a little lazy, she was warming on the fire, her eyes were squinted, and she was a little drowsy.

After being silent for a while, Mo Jin said lightly: "When I caught this chicken, I saw that it had laid two eggs in it, so I took it here along the way."

"Ah? Egg?" Lin Mo was a little sleepy. Hearing this sentence, he only caught a few key words.

Mo Jin went over and took the eggs back, put them on the side of the pot, and asked, "Want to eat?"

"good."

Mo Jin glanced at her, broke the shell of the egg, and poured the liquid into the pot.

Lin Mo lowered her head and wiped her chin secretly, wondering if she had drooled on her chin when she was confused just now.

She took a glance and saw that Mo Jin ignored her, and the chicken in the pot probably had to be stewed for a while before it was cooked.

Lin Mo changed his posture and supported his chin with one hand. After a while, his upper and lower eyelids were almost glued together, and he felt a little sleepy again.

Lin Mo slept like a chicken eating rice, Mo Jin finally couldn't stand it anymore, and supported Lin Mo's crumbling head with one hand.

As soon as the slightly cool palm touched Lin Mo's cheek, he felt that Lin Mo's cheek was astonishingly hot.

Mo Jin raised his eyes and saw that Lin Mo's face was slightly scarlet, and touched his forehead again, which was as hot as his cheek.

A bad thought floated in her mind.

Mo Jin immediately bent down and put one arm around Lin Mo's neck, and the other passed through Lin Mo's leg. He gently hugged her, carried her to the bed inside, took off her shoes, and pulled the quilt aside to cover her up.

Lin Mo was dazed when he was picked up, and was a little dazed when he realized it. He hadn't been in the arms full of cold fragrance for a second before he was stuffed into the cold bed.

She wanted to get up from the bed, but her body was a little weak, and she turned into writhing on the bed like a bug.

Mo Jin bent down, put both hands on Lin Mo's sides, pressed the quilt, and said with a serious face, "Don't move, you are sick."

Mo Jin pressed against her body, feeling the softness, Lin Mo's face turned red.

Lin Mo's breathing was slow, his eyes flicked around, he didn't dare to look at Mo Jin, he wanted to struggle, but now he couldn't say a word.

Mo Jin thought that Lin Mo wasn't listening carefully, so he moved closer and said seriously, "Don't move around, put on the quilt."

Lin Mo tightened the quilt under his hand, pulled it suddenly, and covered his head in the quilt.

"I've got it covered."

She propped up the quilt with her hands, trying to keep a safe distance between herself and Mo Jin.

She was really worried that she would die from a racing heart.

Mo Jin frowned slightly looking at the ball under the quilt, straightened his waist, got off the bed, put on his clothes, and walked to the door: "I'll go out for a while."

"where are you going?"

Hearing the sound, Lin Mo popped his head out of the bed and asked.

"I'll be back soon." A strong wind blew past the door, lifting the hem of Mo Jin's shirt, revealing a white and tight waist.

Lin Mo blinked, staring intently at Mo Jin's slender waist, and looked down at her own hand, it was soft when she touched it, and it looked good too.

Mo Jin closed the door, and a burst of cold air hit Lin Mo's neck, and quickly shrank into the quilt.

She rubbed her cold hands and feet, and couldn't help thinking that it was so cold outside and it was getting dark, why would Mo Jin go out?

As Lin Mo thought about it, his body gradually became colder and colder, and the quilt covering his body couldn't feel the warmth. His whole body seemed to have fallen into a hole in the ice, and his brain gradually lost consciousness.

While she was in a daze, she heard the door creak, and a bitter medicine was poured into her mouth. As soon as she cried out bitterly, she was stuffed with a sour fruit.

As soon as she vomited it out, she was stuffed in again. She repeated it several times, but she couldn't help it, so she swallowed it into her stomach.

Lin Mo wanted to hit someone, but his hands were so limp that he had no strength. In the end, he closed his eyes and shed tears, pitifully curled up at the foot of the bed and shouted "cold".

Mo Jin put down the spoon in his hand, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, looked at his soaked shirt, turned into a beast shape, shook off the water droplets on the fur, dried it thoroughly with spiritual energy, pulled up the quilt and lay down bed.

As soon as she got into bed, Lin Mo wrapped herself around her body, wrapped her fur like a quilt, took her bear claws domineeringly, and put them under her head. snort.

Mo Jin carefully put away the sharp claws, and relaxed his body as much as possible, making Lin Mo lie softer.

She is a bit taller than Xiao Zhuzi, since she is a partner, she should take good care of her.

It may be a little uncomfortable now, but it should be fine after you get used to it.

She stretched out the other free bear paw and touched Lin Mo's forehead. The temperature was not as hot as before, but there was no tendency to drop.

Mo Jin is a little worried. Plants are different from animals. Animals are very resistant to diseases. Even if they encounter typhoid fever, they may survive it by gritting their teeth. Plants are much more delicate, and a cold snap may directly freeze to death.

What she just fed Lin Mo was the medicine for typhoid fever. The medicine was mild, and it might take a longer time to take effect. It would have to wait to see if it could be reduced.

She forced herself to calm down, lowered her head and gently fiddled with the bamboo leaves on Lin Mo's head. The leaves were wilted and sluggish.

Mo Jin condensed two drops of spiritual dew on his fingertips, and gently dripped on the leaves. The water droplets slid down the leaves to the roots of the bamboo, and a light layer of brilliance appeared on the bamboo.

Lin Mo seemed to have walked in the desert for a long time, and finally found a source of water, but there were only two drops. Her throat was dry and hoarse, and she was so thirsty that she smoked: "Can you give me some more water, I still want to drink, I am so thirsty."

When Mo Jin heard it, his heart moved, and he condensed some spiritual dew, which dripped on the bamboo leaves.

Lin Mo finally drank enough, and the bamboo leaves were not as wilted as before.

There was already a thin layer of sweat on Mo Jin's forehead, she sighed inwardly, and hugged Lin Mo tightly in her arms.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Mo began to feel very hot again, as if his whole body was being roasted on a raging fire, and he pushed around with his limp hands, trying to push everything around him away.

Lin Mo muttered in dissatisfaction: "It's so hot, go away."

After being pushed a few times by Lin Mo, Mo Jin got off the bed helplessly, turned into a human form, opened the door and walked out, cooling off the temperature on his body, and walked back to the cabin after a while.

She quickly ran to the bed, hugged Lin Mo, and cooled Lin Mo's body.

Lin Mo absorbed the coolness from Mo Jin's body, as if holding a big ice cube in a boiling hot pot, it was still soft ice, a bit like ice cream, and wanted to eat it.

She couldn't help hugging it even tighter, holding the big ice cream and greedily licking it.

It just happened to lick Mo Jin's face, and Mo Jin felt that the place being licked was a little itchy and a little sweet, as sweet as Lin Mo's words, the sweetness flowed into his heart, it was so hot that his heart softened, and even his whole body was numb. It's hot.

Accidentally, it turned into a giant panda again.

Feeling that his ice cream had melted, Lin Mo was a little unhappy, so he stretched out his foot and kicked the giant panda softly in the stomach.