She looked like a helpless kitten, shrinking her body because of fear.

The violent impact of the door did not awaken the woman. She frowned resistively, thinking that she had a nightmare, and subconsciously tightened her shoulders.

This action is very dazzling to the man.

She was afraid of him even when she was sleeping?!

Mo Nanjue stumbled to the edge of the bed, and directly supported it with one hand. The suddenly increased gravity made the soft big bed concave. Tong Ran turned over and opened his eyes, and met a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Why are you..." Tong Ran thought he hadn't woken up, so he reached out and rubbed his eyes, but found that it was not his eyes dazzled.

"Will you feel so uncomfortable when you see me?" Mo Nanjue stood beside the bed, and heard this, his thin lips curled up coldly, and reached out to grab her pointed chin, "Tong Ran, you'd better figure out whose bed you are on now!"

The temperature on the man's fingertips came clearly, as hot as boiling water. Tong Ran hurriedly reached out to help him, "Do you have a fever?"

"Yes, Miss Tong," the servant stood at the door and did not dare to go in. Hearing this, he said hurriedly across the door panel, "The young master started to have a high fever at 1:00 a.m., forty-one degrees, no matter how we persuaded the young master, he refused to take medicine. He just said he wanted to come to you, and took a cold shower, but we dared not stop..."

“…”

Tong Ran raised his head in shock, "Mo Nanjue, are you crazy, are you?"

He really wants to die if he is sick?!

"Get out! Who wants you to talk a lot? Don't want to live anymore, right?"

Mo Nanjue frowned and roared at the door, then shook his body twice, and then fell head-on to the bed!

"you……"

Tong Ran was startled and took some effort to straighten his body, covered him with a quilt before climbing out of bed. Her face turned red with anger, "If he does this again next time, you will just ask Chen An to drag him out, let him take medicine and then knock him out, when will he wake up!"

Can he ruin his own body like this?!

"Uh..." The servant trembled all over when he heard this and hurriedly retreated. No one in this world except Miss Tong, probably no one dared to do this...

Mo Nanjue lay on the bed with his limbs wide open, and he occupied the entire bed by himself. His arm was pressed against his forehead and waved it from time to time, "Get out! Get out!"

Tong Ran stood beside the bed, and only after turning on the light was visible, the gauze on the man's forehead and arms was already bleeding red, his handsome face was flushed because of the fever, but his thin lips turned white because of his pursing.

Like a sick and tantrum-ridden boy.

Where did the once arrogant Mo Nanjue go? He insisted on torture himself like this?!

Seeing this, Tong Ran felt uncomfortable as if she was roasting fire. She wanted to go upstairs to get medicine. As soon as she turned around, her wrist was suddenly grabbed and her whole body was pulled back with force!

"Mo Nanjue! Stop making trouble!"

Tong Ran had been controlled by the man when she said this. Mo Nanjue was burning all over. At this time, he looked at her slightly opened pink lips, like two jelly pieces, and he couldn't help biting it. He simply turned over and completely suppressed her.

"Mo Nanjue, get up quickly!" Is he finished?!
Chapter completed!