Be Good Chapter 1241: It’s a dream, don’t cry

Tearing off the man's brocade robe on Feng Jinyue's body, the brocade robe is extremely easy to take off, but when the belt is opened, it falls apart, revealing her white skin like jade.

After a few days of eating and sleeping in the open air, Feng Jinyue's face has become rougher, but the skin on her body is still not a little bit pale.

At some point, Yuan Changqing opened his eyes.

Looking at her fiercely like a wolf's eyes, as if he wanted to tear her up and swallow her in his stomach.

Feng Jinyue was beating drums in her heart, secretly feeling bad, "Yuan Changqing, you have a fever!"

"Is it a dream?"

Yuan Changqing's voice was hoarse to the extreme, but his fingers slipped across Feng Jinyue's skin and up her cheek.

Seems to be confirming her authenticity.

"I can hear your voice and touch your face. This dream is so real."

...Feng Jinyue was terrified.

"Ah..."

The long-lost feeling, the tearing pain.

With tears in the corners of Feng Jinyue's eyes, she looked at Yuan Changqing who was hanging on her body, like a pile driver, piercing her body fiercely.

Although he was rough before, he was gentle.

And this time...

Feng Jinyue couldn't describe his actions, there was no pity at all, it was more like punishment.

Feng Jinyue was fragile enough tonight, but Yuan Changqing's merciless behavior made her even more vulnerable. Everything she forbeared was shattered in the darkness.

The high and low whimpers mixed with the man's heavy panting.

The bright moon is higher.

Before her mind became confused, Feng Jinyue vaguely heard Yuan Changqing's distressed voice: "Don't cry."

She must be dreaming.

"Crack..."

Heavily pressed against Feng Jinyue, when she was about to lose her breath, she suddenly opened her eyes.

Because there were tears in her eyes, her eyes seemed to be shining with broken light.

"Yuan Changqing?"

Pushing him aside with great difficulty, Feng Jinyue took a deep breath, changed into her robe again, walked towards the unconscious Yuan Changqing step by step with a cold face, patted his hot cheek, "Wake up. "

The face was flushed by her, and Yuan Changqing still showed no sign of waking up.

Feng Jinyue let out a sigh, suppressing her urge to hit someone, went to Xiaoer and asked for a cold handkerchief, and asked the doctor to come over by the way.

It was already midnight when the doctor prescribed the medicine and left.

Forcibly pouring the medicine into Yuan Changqing's mouth, Feng Jinyue took advantage of the situation and pushed him to the innermost side of the bed, leaning against the edge of the bed to make do with sleep all night.

Overworked at night and taking care of Yuan Changqing, Feng Jinyue still hasn't woken up at dawn the next day.

It was Yuan Changqing who woke up first, rubbing the center of his brows, feeling tired.

The other hand accidentally touched something soft, and he was so scared that he immediately took it back.

Feng Jinyue's sleepy dimple is in sight.

"No, why am I here?" Yuan Changqing said to himself, and found that he was actually sleeping on the bed, and it was still inside the bed.

Did he crawl out of bed in the middle of the night?

Looking at the edge of the bed where Feng Jinyue was about to fall, the memory gradually came back.

He seems to have a fever, is she taking care of him?

While Yuan Changqing was thinking, Feng Jinyue slowly opened her eyes, her voice was hoarse, "You're awake, is your fever gone?"

As he spoke, he subconsciously wanted to touch Yuan Changqing's forehead.

Yuan Changqing looked at her with complicated eyes, but did not avoid it.

When Feng Jinyue's hand was about to touch him, she suddenly woke up, "Ah..."

Quickly withdrew his hand, but forgot that he was on the edge of the bed at this time.

If Yuan Changqing hadn't pulled her back with quick eyes and hands, she might have fallen under the bed long ago.