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The night is longer and more leaky.

Jiang Lingxin felt that the night was so long for the first time.

The bed mattress under his body was wet with sweat, and it was uncomfortable to stick to his body. No matter how he covered his body with the Shu Jinxiu gold quilt, he felt stuffy and hot.Annoyed, Jiang Ling tore off the brocade quilt, the snow-white jacket was already soaked, and it set off his emaciated shoulders.

"Master." Mao Si wiped the sweat off Jiang Lingxin's head with a handkerchief.

Jiang Lingxin closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the quilt suddenly. The veins on the back of his pale hands were bulging and trembling uncontrollably.

"Master, bear with it." Mao Si's throat was dry and his voice was hoarse.His cold, arrogant and arrogant master had never been so embarrassed in front of others.Even though Jiang Ling's heart was tossed a lot by the child in his belly during this period of time, he was still calm and self-possessed, rarely losing his composure.

It's different now, Mao Si has never seen such a master before.Her blue hair was messy and wet with strands of sweat, her slender neck involuntarily fell back because of the pain, her thin breastbone fluctuated violently with her heavy breathing, such a Jiangling heart was pale and fragile.

Mao Si was slightly absent-minded.

"Take your eyes back, Mao Si." Jiang Ling didn't open his eyes, his breath was unsteady, and there was panting in his words, but Mao Si could clearly hear the anger in his voice.

Such as drinking in the face, Mao Si woke up immediately, he quickly knelt down, knocked his forehead against the bed, and dared not lift it up again.

Jiang Lingxin opened his eyes, sweat fell into his eyes, blurred.He gasped for a moment, stabilized his breath, and said, "I am your master."

Blood oozes from Mao Si's forehead, he tried his best to stabilize his mind, and said: "This subordinate is usurping, please punish me master."

Jiang Ling's heart ached so badly, even though he hated the frivolity and disrespect in Mao Sifang's eyes, he couldn't let another incident happen at this juncture.The lump of flesh and blood in his stomach wouldn't move much on weekdays, it can be seen that he was waiting here with all his energy, grinding his flesh and blood like a rock, and the dull pain was like a scraping knife, refusing to let him go for a moment.

"Master...Master!" Mao Si's voice flickered from far to near.

Jiang Ling supported his abdomen in a drowsy state, thinking to himself, is it because I treat you badly like this?