Even if you are kidnapped, you have to fall in love!

When he woke up again, his condition was obviously worse.

My head, which was so painful that it was about to split, rubbed against the soft and cold skin on my hot forehead. I groaned a few times weakly, stretched out my tightly frowning brows, and buried my head down until it hit the hard skin. clavicle.

I know it's a stuffy bottle.

Through the skin, the pulse on his neck was beating again and again, beating abnormally steadily, calming my restless emotions.

At least not alone.

I'm so lucky, the favorability has skyrocketed, almost to MAX.

Because I feel uncomfortable everywhere, I completely don't care about the bullshit face and whether the man will kiss or not, so I shrink into his arms with a listless face.

——Speaking of which, Pokerfing's small body is as soft as a woman's.

I feel the ice-cold soft boneless touch, and I am very satisfied while being surprised.

Closing my eyes in a drowsy state, I vaguely heard a knock on the door.Probably because I was surprised that I broke free from the rope and hooked up with all kinds of glamorous and noble people who disdain to be with mortals. The Vietnamese who came in did not move for a while. arm.

My lungs hurt from being pulled by him, and I couldn't help coughing violently.My eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't open them after several struggles. I helplessly thought that I could do whatever I wanted, and I just didn't bother to move.

When the body was about to be pulled out, Poker-Face unexpectedly reacted.He let go of my hand for a night, and when he raised his arm, he held me firmly in his arms.

I was shocked, and the Vietnamese were probably shocked too.

My chin rested on the shoulder of Poker Bottle, and I unconsciously rubbed his cheek, barely stopping my cough.

The room was quiet for a while.

The Vietnamese cursed a series of incomprehensible words again, and increased his hands violently.And I was still thinking about the only two words "Akun" I understood just now, wondering if such a tyrannical, cool and cocky name should be called my brother, right?The three views are broken, dear!

Meanwhile, the pain in my shoulder allowed me to finally see something clearly.

Poker bottle hugged me, his expression still blank, but when the Vietnamese insisted on dragging me out, he raised his head and glanced at him.Restricted by the angle of view, I didn't see the specific look of the eyes clearly, but the Vietnamese seemed to have been greatly frightened. He took two steps back quickly, uttered a low and strange cry, turned and ran out.

I was a little worried, but also a little want to laugh, I choked and started coughing again.

Then something even more incredible happened.

Poker bottle held my hand and moved it up, and patted my back lightly at an even frequency, once, once, until I fell asleep.

Waking up refreshed, full of blood, full of blue, and all negative BUFFs dispelled—no, don’t dream, the reality is that the protagonist of the novel, the halo, will never condescend to do things like treating a cold.

After turning from a severe high fever to a moderate low fever, I continued to be depressed like a frosted eggplant, always hovering on the edge of sleep and waking, until my empty stomach gave out burning pain, protesting and reminding me that I hadn’t eaten for a long time .

The problem is that I'm too tired to move.

The dizziness caused by the low-grade fever became more and more obvious. Even with my eyes closed, the spinning weightlessness and nausea couldn't be weakened.

The chin that was twisting on the top of my head moved, and Poker-Face pulled the quilt to wrap him and me tighter, and the movement of patting the back was still steady.I absorbed his body temperature, which was not much higher, and barely opened my eyes and looked up.

In the distorted gaze, Pokerfing stared down at me without saying a word, his swarthy eyes were a little confused, revealing a calm and indifferent demeanor that was even more frightening.I looked at him, and my mind suddenly turned to a particularly pornographic direction-Isn't that what the fuck the group of Vietnamese wanted to arrest him for? !Even Lao Tzu looks like he pounced on it and took two bites...

For a moment of horror, my heart was ignited with raging fighting spirit.

Stop dreaming, you bastards!He belongs to Lao Tzu! !

I didn't know that my confused brain had gone to an unknown time and space. Poker bottle calmly withdrew his hand covering the quilt, and leaned down to touch my forehead.

I paused for a while, looking at his infinitely approaching face in front of me, and belatedly understood what happened.

Then I got dizzy even more.

I was so dizzy that I couldn't bear it, and I thought a lot in a mess. In the end, there was only one thought left in my mind——

If you don't kiss now, when will you be!!!

Even though I was thinking this way, I made a slight mistake when I jumped on it, and I actually gnawed on it.The force was very strong, and the smell of blood overflowed all of a sudden, flooding my bitter taste buds, and unexpectedly turned into a sweet smell.

It was only then that I remembered that I hadn't drank water for a long time.

Once I realized this, I couldn't restrain the burning sensation of thirst anymore, and it mixed with the urge of hunger, which made my movements suddenly rush.

Poker Bottle seemed to have paused, but immediately kissed back with a more aggressive force.Compared to my disorganization, he seemed very patient. The tip of his tongue slid across the teeth, slowly slipped into the mouth along the crack of his lips, and rolled around against the roof of his mouth before wrapping around my tongue.

Unknowingly, I stuck to it and raised my neck to match his movements.When I was released by the oil bottle because I almost suffocated, my whole mouth became numb and painful, and I could only breathe hard to make up for the exhausted oxygen.

Poker-Face's face was neither red nor out of breath, and there was a ring of water stains around his lips, with some blood stains, he looked at me quite innocently, then he stuck out his tongue and licked the ring of glistening liquid, Leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth.

I stayed silent for a while with a blank face, feeling that the world outlook, outlook on life, and values ​​were all trampled into ashes in this unprepared incident.It's a pity that the other party had no expression on his face, but he spread out his palm and pressed it on my twitching stomach and rubbed it very intimately, with neither light nor heavy force, just right.

I let out a sigh of relief, and after learning from the pain, I found:

Compared with the fact that I suddenly bent, I actually care more about the development of the plot that seems to press the seven-fold fast-forward button...