With a brain-loving husband [travel]

But Mo Jingcheng was in trouble immediately.

According to this world, men and brothers should not be in touch easily, let alone such intimate things as helping to wipe their bodies.But Fang Yun's whole body was soft, and he couldn't do it.

There was no way to decide, so Mo Jingcheng appeased Fang Yun first, and went to boil water by himself and poured it into the wooden basin for washing his face.

Fang Yun's head was in a daze, and he couldn't see the person's movements clearly. He could only judge what the person was doing by the sound.

However, due to the severe fever, he was a little slow in thinking. When he realized it, Mo Jingcheng had already taken a damp cloth to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Gently, one by one, as if treating the most precious thing in the world, for fear of breaking him.

The candle flame danced slightly, and Fang Yun's heart swayed gently as the wind blew by.

Dizzy, Fang Yunkong's empty heart was filled with countless emotions.

For a moment, tears rolled in his eyes unstoppably, Fang Yun hurriedly closed his eyes.

When he was sick in the past, he was always scolded and disgusted by his mother, let alone being taken care of so carefully.Therefore, he always thought that he should take care of himself when he was sick, and he should not trouble anyone.

But tonight, Mo Jingcheng not only tolerated his temper, but also patiently wiped it for him.

So can he open up?

The wet towel gently slid across the skin and landed on Fang Yun's exposed arm.

"Go to sleep, you will feel better when you wake up." Mo Jingcheng watched Fang Yun's slightly trembling eyelashes, knowing that he was not asleep yet, so he comforted him.

I don't know if Mo Jingcheng's voice was too gentle, or because he was too comfortable after wiping, but within a short while, Fang Yun's consciousness really went far away, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Just now Mo Jingcheng only wiped Fang Yun's arms and face, and it was not easy to help wipe other parts of his body.Seeing that the person seemed to be fast asleep, he put away the towel and quietly watched Fang Yun who looked so cute even when he was asleep.

The sleeping person didn't know what he dreamed of, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Mo Jingcheng leaned down and imprinted warmth on the corner of his lips.

When Fang Yun woke up from his dream, the sun was already very high.

After staring at the burned out candles for a long time, he finally realized that this was in a small room, not at the lotus viewing festival in Xinghua Town.

Last night he suffered from the heat, and vaguely noticed that Mo Jingcheng had been going in and out to take care of him all night.

But when he thought of the lotus viewing festival, Fang Yun's head suddenly reflected the dream of last night, and his head, which had just dissipated the blush, suddenly became familiar again.

He actually dreamed that at the lotus viewing festival that night, Big Brother Mo watched him tenderly, and even leaned over to kiss him!In the dream, he not only didn't escape, but even slightly reminisced about it!

Just then, the door opened.The light on Mo Jingcheng's body broke into Fang Yun's eyes.

The eyes of the two met, Mo Jingcheng was taken aback, and quickly reacted, then smiled slightly: "You woke up, do you feel better? I filled water for you, you can wash your body."

Seemingly realizing that it was inappropriate to say this, he added in a panic: "You sweated all over last night, you might feel uncomfortable."

Fang Yun was sweating all over, and the heat had indeed improved a lot, so he squinted his eyes and nodded, but his eyes fell on Mo Jingcheng's lips unconsciously.

Fragrant, with some tough warmth.

Although it was a dream, the tactile sensation was too real, as if it really happened.

Mo Jingcheng didn't seem to notice anything unusual, he took out the tub and went back to the stove to fetch hot water, "You wash up first, and I'll clean it up later, you're in good shape."

After finishing speaking, he hurried out and closed the door intimately.

But the figure actually seemed to be running away.

Fang Yun also realized that his gaze just now seemed to be too hot, he lowered his head and threw out all the things in his head just now, secretly complaining that he was being sentimental.

I am just a brother, how can I wishful thinking about these things?

Thinking of this, he concentrated on washing his sweaty hair.

And Mo Jingcheng outside the door was leaning tightly against the door at this time, trying to calm his violently beating heart.

Just now I tried my best to keep calm, so Fang Yun shouldn't know what happened last night, right?

Last night, I also lost my mind and did such a rude thing to my sleeping brother.

Mo Jingcheng complained secretly that he was a robot after all, and he didn't know how to control himself.

As a result, Mo Jingcheng condemned himself severely in his heart, and secretly decided that this matter must not be known to Fang Yun, otherwise, what should Fang Yun do if he hates himself?

So, the two tacitly hid their concerns, one concentrated on taking care of themselves, and the other concentrated on preparing porridge.

After Fang Yun cleaned up and tidied up the bathtub consciously, the table in the courtyard was already covered with porridge and side dishes.

The small porridge is made of fine rice, and the light rice fragrance can be smelled from a distance, and the side dishes are pickled vegetables and dried beans that every household in Xinghua Village will prepare by themselves.

Fang Yun can also make side dishes, but he hasn't done it for a long time because of his busy schedule recently, and Mo Jingcheng can't do it.Therefore, Fang Yun couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Mo Jingcheng was setting the bowls and chopsticks, and when he saw someone coming out and staring at a plate of small dishes, he naturally guessed what he was thinking, so he said embarrassedly: "I didn't do this, the village chief came last night when he heard that you were sick." I visited you and brought some side dishes over."

Another bowl of porridge was filled and handed over, "I made this porridge casually. After you eat, take a rest, you don't need to prepare pastries to Shangshixuan today."

Fang Yun still remembered what Mo Jingcheng said about Shangshixuan last night, so he nodded and concentrated on dealing with the porridge in the bowl.

The porridge is cooked just right, moderately soft and glutinous, and has a faint rice fragrance. After one bite, I feel much more comfortable.Because Fang Yun had just recovered, Fang Yun ate one more bowl than usual.

Mo Jingcheng secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person's expression satisfied. Fortunately, porridge can be made without great skills. Just put in the corresponding ingredients according to the steps shown in the smart brain.

"The grapes should be almost grown. I'll go and have a look later. If they're ripe, I'll pick them for you to taste."

Although I can't go out to take care of the crops in the past few days, fortunately, the grapes planted are excellent varieties that will be cultivated in the future, but the lack of care for a few days does not affect the growth, so counting the days, they will almost mature.

Fang Yun had been looking forward to the taste of grapes for a long time. Hearing this, his almond eyes lit up.

Bunches of emerald green grapes hung on the branches, and because of the light rain just now, tears were hanging on each grain, showing his plump figure, even the always fresh and elegant Artemisia argyi was inferior.

Fang Yun had never seen grapes before, and they were such beautiful grapes. He was so happy that he looked around in surprise among the vines, touching one and carefully poking the other.

In my heart, if I bite it down, it must taste very sweet.

Although he thought so, he didn't take the initiative to pick one off and try it.

Just as he was amazed, he was vaguely aware that the grape vine not far away was being pulled lightly, and was about to look back, when a big white hand held a bunch of grapes and handed it in front of him.