The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Wen Qingcheng rode towards home and saw a tall figure standing in front of the door from a distance. He stood tall and looked towards her. She rode forward and saw Mo Jinghong waiting for her. He said with surprise, "Brother Mo, why are you standing outside?"

"I saw you were taking so long to come, so I came out to pick you up."

In fact, Wen Qingcheng rushed back as soon as she finished work. Of course, her horse riding speed could not catch up with Axuan. It took Axuan a round trip for her to ride back. In addition, she had just met Qi Zhen and talked to her for a while.

But... it was only fifteen minutes later than usual. Seeing Mo Jinghong coming out to greet her, she was still very happy.

Wen Qingcheng jumped off the horse, Mo Jinghong took the reins and led the horse inside. Ah Falcon came out of the house and was stunned to see the young master leading the horse himself. It was hard to imagine that his young master usually didn't allow strangers to enter, but now he was so diligent in leading the horse for Miss Wen, and there was that look in his eyes. He had never seen the young master with such an expression before.

"Why are you back so late? You haven't answered yet. Why are you dressed so strangely?" Mo Jinghong led the horse and went to the stable in the backyard with Wen Qingcheng.

"I met a colleague in the village and talked for a while, but not for long. Why did you say that I was late?" Wen Qingcheng grabbed a handful of hay to feed the horse.

After not hearing Mo Jinghong speak for a long time, she looked up and saw that Mo Jinghong was looking at her steadily. The heat in his eyes instantly made Wen Qingcheng's face burn.

"...Don't stare at me like that." Wen Qingcheng said softly. She couldn't stand the burning gaze anymore, so she turned her head to the side and continued feeding the horse.

Mo Jinghong looked down and noticed the strange clothes she was wearing today.

Wen Qingcheng changed into a white slim-fitting shirt after getting wet in the rain today. The collar was slightly open, revealing her slender neck and collarbone. She wore a pair of drapey pants that covered her hips and legs. When she bent over, her curves could be seen.

It was the first time that Mo Jinghong saw Wen Qingcheng's figure so directly. The slim-fitting top made her chest curve more prominent, her waist was slender, her hips were tight and plump, and her legs were straight and slender.

Mo Jinghong appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was moved, and his eyes unconsciously fell on her. He took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing something.

"Why are you still staring at me! If you keep looking at me, I'll dig out your eyes." Wen Qingcheng frowned slightly, but the complaining tone sounded like coquettishness, and she stretched out two fingers as if to dig out his eyes.

Mo Jinghong grabbed the hand that Wen Qingcheng extended and leaned closer. Wen Qingcheng's heart seemed to be about to jump out, and she blushed and said weakly: "What are you doing? Stop it, you didn't do this before..."

"Not so good?" Mo Jinghong lowered his head and whispered in Wen Qingcheng's ear. His voice was low, and Wen Qingcheng only felt a warm and itchy sensation on her ears, as if a feather was brushing against them.

"Are you polite?" Wen Qingcheng stretched out her other hand to push him, but he grabbed her hand as well. Wen Qingcheng couldn't break free, and the two of them were stuck in a stalemate. Mo Jinghong pulled Wen Qingcheng towards him with a little force, and the two of them stuck close to each other.

"Let me go now, do you hear me?" Wen Qingcheng didn't dare to yell at him loudly, for fear that Ye Xiuying would hear it.

"You've grown up." Mo Jinghong said this for no reason. Wen Qingcheng was a little confused. She looked up at him and followed his gaze to see that his eyes were on her chest. The two of them were just sticking together like that.

For a moment, Wen Qingcheng felt embarrassed and annoyed, and stepped on him. "Let me go!"

Seeing that Wen Qingcheng was really angry, Mo Jinghong quickly let her go. Just as he was about to apologize, Wen Qingcheng fed the horse and turned away. Mo Jinghong raised the corner of his mouth with a playful smile.

During the meal, Wen Qingcheng seemed to be determined and ignored him. Zicheng just buried his head in eating, occasionally looking up at Mo Jinghong and then at Wen Qingcheng, then smiling happily. Ye Xiuying left a portion of the meal, took it to the bedroom, and held Wen Yuxue to feed her.

Ah Falcon always felt that the atmosphere was not right. His young master frequently looked at Wen Qingcheng, but Wen Qingcheng looked listless and ignored him. As long as the young master was talking, she would not interrupt.

"Come, have some spareribs." Mo Jinghong picked up a piece of spareribs for Wen Qingcheng and put it in her bowl.

Wen Qingcheng lowered her head, her chopsticks poking the rice unconsciously. She didn't look at him, nor was she angry with him. She just felt groggy, cold, and her eyelids were heavy.

Seeing that she was deliberately not eating, Mo Jinghong thought she was still angry about his behavior just now. Seeing Wen Qingcheng leave the table, Mo Jinghong also put down his chopsticks and followed.

Zicheng saw Mo Jinghong leave, and was still thinking about pestering him to play with him tonight, so he quickly picked up his bowl and ate a few mouthfuls of rice to follow him, but was stopped by Axuan. "Hey, don't go, your elder brother Mo has something to say to your sister."

"But......"

"Okay, eat first, I'll play with you later."

Zicheng then happily sat back to eat, and Ah Falcon shook his head helplessly, thinking that Mo Ya and Yun Peng might be hiding somewhere quiet, and they must still be envious of him for having hot soup and hot food.

Wen Qingcheng came to the second floor and turned around to see Mo Jinghong following her. "Why are you coming up now?"

"I... cough, I'm not feeling well today, so I'd like you to give me acupuncture." Mo Jinghong said casually.

He had already made an agreement with A Xuan that it was his turn to feel uncomfortable today. Yesterday, he saw how much Wen Qingcheng liked A Xuan's muscles, which made him feel jealous. If she liked it so much, he would just show it to her.

Wen Qingcheng said "oh", and although she was not feeling well either, she decided to let Mo Jinghong take a look first.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Qingcheng took Mo Jinghong into the study on the second floor.

"...I feel uncomfortable today."

"What exactly? Stomachache?"

"Yes, my stomach hurts." Mo Jinghong seemed to be very unaccustomed to lying. He tightened his grip and fought back. If he didn't stand up, she would ask Ah Falcon to take off his clothes and touch and prick his chest muscles. For Qingcheng, it didn't matter if he suffered some physical pain.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Wen Qingcheng pondered for a moment and said, "No need for acupuncture, just give you a dose of medicine."

"Why is this? Ah Falcon can do it, why can't I?"

Wen Qingcheng took a breath and said, "Why are you competing with Brother Axuan? Sit down, I'll take your pulse."

Wen Qingcheng gestured for him to sit down, and she sat opposite him. When she walked to the chair, she suddenly felt dizzy, her eyes went dark, and she passed out.

"Qingcheng——"

Mo Jinghong's expression changed slightly. He stood up from his chair and hugged Wen Qingcheng in his arms.

Mo Jinghong put his hand on Wen Qingcheng's forehead. Her temperature was so high that it burned her hand, and her cheeks were also red. "Why didn't you tell me you had a fever?"

Wen Qingcheng woke up slowly and saw herself lying in Mo Jinghong's arms. She felt a little embarrassed and struggled to get up, but she had no strength at all and her body was limp.