One hundred and eight strokes of body promise

Mo Jun vomited again, terribly.I vomited until there was nothing to vomit, so I collapsed back on the bed.

"Drink your saliva and rinse your mouth."

A pair of slender and beautiful hands holding a bowl of pure water suddenly appeared in Mo Jun's sight.

Drink water? !

Mo Jun suddenly jumped from the bed and sat up, looking up along the hand, first at Dailan's delicate sleeves, and then at the face that Mo Jun was so familiar with.

"My lord?!" Mo Jun was surprised.

"En." Luo Chuan nodded, helped Mo Jun who was on the bed, and brought the water to his mouth: "Come, rinse your mouth."

"My lord, you..." Mo Jun avoided slightly, and wanted to say something, after all, he had too many things to confirm.

But he stopped in the middle of speaking, saw the sputum basin under his bed, his expression became ugly in an instant, he quickly pushed the sputum basin under the bed, quickly snatched the water from Luo Chuan's hand, and poured it into his mouth However, when I was about to spit out the rinsed water, I found that the sputum basin had just been pushed too far in by myself, and I couldn't reach it with my hand.

Fortunately, Luo Chuan reacted quickly, and immediately pulled out the sputum basin and sent it to Mo Jun's bed.Mo Jun raised his eyes and looked at Luo Chuan, with a hesitant look on his face.

"It's okay." Luo Chuan said.

Only then did Mo Jun get close to the sputum basin and spit out water, then continued to rinse his mouth well, swishing a mouthful.But as soon as he finished rinsing, he grabbed the sputum basin and pushed it under the bed. When he pushed it inside, he lay back on the bed with some exhaustion, breathed into his palm and smelled it: "Will you feel sick just now?" Arrived at the prince?"

"How could it be?" Luo Chuan sighed, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the water from the corner of Mo Jun's mouth: "You don't want to move around, the wound on your hand is not shallow." Luo Chuan put down the bowl, pulled Mo Jun looked carefully at his unhealed hands, and after confirming that Mo Jun's actions just now did not cause the wound to bleed again, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Jun didn't care about that much, he grabbed Luo Chuan's hand with his backhand, moved very close, fixed his eyes on Luo Chuan, and asked several questions in one breath: "Are we saved? Is the prince well? Lord, are you hurt anywhere? Lord, do you feel uncomfortable now?"

Opening his mouth and shutting his mouth is the prince, he is still lying on the bed, his legs are in plaster, his wrists are wrapped in bandages, his face is pale and his lips are dry.He also cared about the people who were guarding the side of his bed first.

It's kind of funny.

Luo Chuan couldn't laugh, and his heart was stuffy: "I'm fine, but you've been in a coma for half a month."

Luo Chuan reached out and took the medicine bowl on the side again, stirred the dark medicine soup with a spoon, lowered his head and blew carefully, took a sip to test the temperature, and then handed it to Mo Jun's mouth: "Okay, It’s warm and ready to drink. It’s just a bit bitter.”

Mo Jun drank the spoonful of soup without even thinking about it, but he threw off the quilt restlessly and jumped off the bed, and quickly walked behind Luo Chuan: "My lord hurt his head at that time, is it all right now?" ?”

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Luo Chuan hastily put down the bowl in his hand, carefully picked up Mo Jun who was restless and fussy, put him back on the couch more carefully, and pulled the soft pillow over to the backrest Okay, pull off the brocade quilt and cover it up: "Your leg is still injured, don't move around."

Mo Jun still stared at Luo Chuan with both eyes, and after confirming for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face became tangled up: "Why is this medicine so bitter!"

Luo Chuan couldn't help laughing, took out a plum from the small jar and fed it to Mo Jun's mouth.

Sweet and sour plums, the bitterness is immediately diluted a lot.But Mo Jun was so greedy that he insisted on letting Luo Chuan feed him several.

"If you go on like this, you've finished eating the plums and haven't taken much medicine yet." Luo Chuan glanced at the small jar, and there were only three of the ten plums left.

"My lord kissing me is also useful, more useful than plums!" Mo Jun smiled and leaned over his face.

Luo Chuan shook his head with a helpless smile, picked up the medicine bowl again, blew the medicine soup and fed it to Mo Jun's mouth.

Mo Jun tilted his head and smiled. Seeing that Luo Chuan was safe and sound, he was obviously in a good mood, so he took the initiative to finish the medicine in one gulp.

When the last plum was finished, Mo Jun held Luo Chuan's finger again and refused to let it go.

"What's wrong?" Luo Chuan asked with a smile.

Mo Jun let go, his brows and eyes curved, and he smiled brightly: "My lord! The rest of the life after the catastrophe is worth doing something to celebrate!"

Take off your clothes and pants, and move quickly.

Luo Chuan quickly stretched out his hand to hold him down, and glanced at Mo Jun's still bandaged calf: "It's not healed yet, don't move around."

Mo Jun's face obviously turned pale, and he gasped in pain.Just now when he got out of bed and walked to see Luo Chuan's injury on the back of his head, he didn't feel any pain at all, why does it hurt so much now that he moves casually?

"Actually, it's okay, it doesn't hurt much, didn't I get out of bed just now?" Mo Jun grinned.

With a white face, his words trembled.

Luo Chuan sighed, stretched out his hand and slowly hugged him in his arms: "I've never seen a person who is more stupid than you. His leg was broken and he moved around. He bled so much, and even cut his wrist to let the blood out."

"Isn't it for the prince?" Mo Jun laughed heartlessly.Grabbing Luo Chuan's lapel, he raised his head and leaned closer: "If the prince feels distressed, just kiss me a few more times!"

Luo Chuan looked at Mo Jun for a while, then sighed lightly again, then slowly lowered his head and touched Mo Jun's lips.

However, Mo Jun stuck to Luo Chuan's neck relentlessly, deepening the kiss with his arms around Luo Chuan's neck.

Mo Jun was too active, while Luo Chuan was too passive.

After a while, Luo Chuan reached out to hug him tightly, and slowly responded to Mo Jun's enthusiasm.

After the kiss was over, they put their foreheads against their foreheads, panting.

Mo Jun looked at Luo Chuan, his eyes were full of smiles, as if he was a child who won some candy: "My lord's lips are a thousand times more delicious than plums!"

Luo Chuan couldn't help smiling, and stretched out his hand to pinch Mo Jun's face.

Mo Jun was itchy and wanted to post it, but there was a mild cough just outside the door.

Zhan Xuan turned his head slightly, and Hua Dasang dragged him in rudely.

"Master, are you awake?"

Mo Jun nodded and smiled happily: "What? Do you miss me a little bit?"

Hua Dasang rolled his eyes in disdain, but lowered his body and took Mo Jun's hand to check his pulse: "Well, it's better."

Mo Jun withdrew his hand: "Forget about your half-baked medical skills."

Hua Dasang was dissatisfied, and retorted loudly at the top of his voice: "You were half dead when you were found. If it weren't for me, young master, you might have seen Lord Hades by now!"

"All right, all right!" Mo Jun hurriedly replied, he had just woken up, and just now he had tossed and tossed a lot, and some of the energy he had lying down was basically exhausted, and soon he felt a little tired.

Seeing this, Hua Dasang hurriedly supported Mo Jun to lie down, stared at him, and said: "Okay, you just woke up and got some rest!"

Mo Jun smiled, and said: "Why are you bringing your Zhan Xuan to my lord? I am a patient, and I need my lord to accompany me."

Although he was talking about Zhan Xuan, his gaze was always on Luo Chuan.

"My lord, Mr. Mo. Miss Huo is here, and she said she is here to say goodbye." Zhan Xuan bowed her head and replied.

"Miss Huo?"

Both Luo Chuan and Mo Jun were taken aback.

But Mo Jun quickly reacted: "Huo Tang in Cyclone Village?"

Zhan Xuan nodded, then glanced at Luo Chuan again, his expression suddenly became a little weird: "My lord, that Miss Huo is..."

"Okay, this king knows. Let's go out now." Luo Chuan interrupted with a wave of his hand before Zhan Xuan could finish speaking.

Hua Dasang couldn't help turning his head, and looked up at Luo Chuan with a somewhat uneasy expression.

Mo Jun was always very sensitive about Luo Chuan's affairs, and with the reactions of Hua Dasang and Zhan Xuan, he always felt that something was wrong.

"What expressions do you all have?" Mo Jun looked at the other three people in the room except himself, Zhan Xuan hesitated to speak, Hua Dasang looked restless, and Luo Chuan frowned.

"It's okay, you can sleep well. This king is going out to meet Miss Huo." Luo Chuan smiled slightly, his frowning brows relaxed, and walked to Mo Jun's side, covered him with the quilt, and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt.

Mo Jun was still worried, and stared at Luo Chuan with open eyes: "My lord, are you really alright?"

A trace of hesitation flashed in Luo Chuan's eyes, but he quickly covered it up, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Mo Jun's face, and said softly: "It's okay. Don't worry about it, and sleep well. This king is done with the matter." I'll be right back with you."

Mo Jun looked at Luo Chuan, but the expression on the other party's face was still gentle and nothing else could be seen. The tiredness was overwhelming again. Mo Jun's eyelids couldn't help but fight, and his reply was full of tears. Sleepy: "Okay... the prince said he would come back. It should be earlier..."

"Yeah." Luo Chuan looked down at Mo Jun whose eyes were blurred for a while, then gradually lowered his body and kissed the corner of Mo Jun's mouth, coaxing softly: "Okay, go to sleep."

Now, Mo Jun fell asleep peacefully.Breathe steadily and look peaceful.

But at some point, he stretched out his hand restlessly, scratching everywhere, and when he caught Luo Chuan's hand, he went back to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face.

Hua Dasang looked at Luo Chuan's tightly grasped hand, stared dryly, then looked at Mo Jun who was clearly asleep with his eyes closed, and turned to look at Zhan Xuan: "Is he asleep or not?" ?”

"Probably... probably asleep?" Zhan Xuan frowned.

Thinking of someone who hugged me to sleep every night, and kept yelling my name, it was so annoying to hear it, and when I couldn't help yelling at the other person, I found that the other person was drooling, obviously in a deep sleep.

Most of the anger dissipated in an instant, and even when listening to someone repeating his name in a deep sleep state with a vague nasal sound, I felt inexplicably happy, so I couldn't help being patient. Responding to him over and over again: "Well, I'm here."

Even if the person is sleeping like a pig and can't hear his own response at all.

Thinking of this, Zhan Xuan couldn't help showing a faint smile, and looked at Hua Dasheng, who didn't know that he was being watched tenderly, but was still staring at Mo Jun.

"Chuan Chuan!" Mo Jun, who was already asleep, suddenly screamed, and even let go of Luo Chuan's hand suddenly, and stretched out his hands to grab something randomly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of "Jiuchuan" and "Chuanchuan" mixed shouts.

Hua Dasang, who was at the side, showed a rare nervous and heavy expression on his face.

Luo Chuan quickly hugged Mo Jun, fixed Mo Jun's hands, patted his back lightly, and comforted him repeatedly: "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here. I'm here."

Mo Juncai slowly calmed down, leaning his head on Luo Chuan's shoulder, his voice was still weak: "Chuan Chuan... Jiu Chuan... Prince... Luo Chuan."

After talking for a long time again, there was no movement.

Luo Chuan hugged Mo Jun all the time, and it took a long time before he put him back on the couch lightly, then stood up, took the handkerchief on the stool and chair beside him, soaked it in warm water and wrung it dry, then walked back to the bed He lowered his body, smoothed his sleeves, and personally took a wet handkerchief and wiped it carefully on Mo Jun's sweaty forehead.

After throwing the handkerchief back into the copper basin, Luo Chuan went back to the bed, covered Mo Jun with a quilt, and after confirming that he had fallen asleep completely, he slowly got up and gestured towards Zhan Xuan.

Zhan Xuan understood immediately, and led Hua Dasang out of the house.

When Luo Chuan was about to go out in the room, he couldn't help turning his head to glance at Mo Jun who was on the bed, walked over, lowered his head and kissed Mo Jun on the forehead, and said in a low voice, "I'll be back soon."

Then he stepped out of the door, closed the door softly, turned around, glanced at Zhan Xuan and Hua Dasang, and said, "Finally, who is Miss Huo?"

The author has something to say: ┑(￣Д￣)┍Tan Shou

When I was looking for code words, the computer suddenly restarted and the manuscript was lost, and when the book I bought arrived, I found that the express delivery was too violent, which caused the book to be creased and the cover of the new book with plastic cover was dirty, and it couldn't be cleaned with a brush—today's author The psychological shadow area of ​​bacteria!