Outright Favoritism Chapter 1069: : On how the love prodigal son was **** to death

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There is no light in the room, only the light leaking in the corridor can vaguely distinguish the outline of the room.

Yin Mo could see that there was no one on the bed at a glance, and there was no sign of He Chen outside the half-opened French window.

She walked around and quickly walked towards the bathroom inside the suite.

Although Yin Mo didn't understand medical science, he also learned a lot of common sense under the ears and eyes of a few pretty people.

Extremely severe allergies may lead to death. He Chen has not shown up for more than two hours, which is very different from his usual style.

Yin Mo became more anxious as he thought about it, walked to the bathroom door and forgot to knock on the door at all, screwed the doorknob and pushed in and walked in.

The bathroom is very humid and the temperature is slightly lower.

Yin Mo stuck in place in a daze, the scene in front of her was very different from the scene she had made on her own brain...

In the bathtub, He Chen was resting with a bath towel on the back of his head, and there was a conspicuous red rash on his honey-colored skin. He was bent on one leg and stared at Yin Mo, his tone very lazy, "Captain Yin, you are... …Want to take a mandarin duck bath with me?"

Yin Mo looked straight at her sturdy body under the water waves, and turned her back in a panic in the next second, "I am not..."

He Chen followed Yin Mo's gaze and glanced under him, teasing lazily, "Baby, if I want to see it, I can tear off the bath towel."

Yin Mo's ears have a fever, and his mind is full of He Chen's thin waist and straight long legs, as well as the bulging bulge that is hidden in the middle but can't cover the outline.

She shook her head, forced herself to calm down, and glanced sideways at him, "Are you allergic?"

He Chen raised his arm to support his forehead from the bathtub, "Guess."

"Then why don't you tell me?" Yin Mo hesitated and took a step back, "Can you still stand up? I asked A Yong to buy the medicine, and it will be delivered soon."

He Chen put his arms on the edge of the bathtub, raised his head and stretched his confinement, his lips smiled deeper, "I can't get up, what should I do?"

After that, he opened his eyes and just saw Yin Mo roll up his sleeves and walk towards him.

He Chen squinted his eyes with Yin Mo's worried eyebrows, thinking of a possibility for no reason.

If he really can't stand up, with this woman's EQ and style, he will most likely be carried out of the bathtub!

He Chen rubbed his forehead with his whitish fingertips, then stood up while holding the bathtub.

Seeing this, Yin Mo didn't care about anything else, so he rushed over and held his arm, "Why are you so cold on your body?"

He Chen glanced at her and wanted to speak a few sentences, but when he saw Yin Mo's worried look, he dismissed the idea again.

Yin Mo helped him out, and he could clearly perceive the slowness of He Chen's actions.

She tilted her head to look at the bathtub, bent over and stretched out her hand to test the temperature of the water, and it was really cold.

He Chen wrapped a wet bath towel around his waist and abdomen. After only two steps, the dripping bath towel was crumbling.

Yin Mo shook the drops of water on his hand, and the moment he turned his eyes, he caught He Chenyang's hand throwing off the wet bath towel, and the other hand was putting the bathrobe on his body.

Back to the bedroom, Yin Mo turned on the light, took the bath towel and handed it to He Chen, "You wipe your hair first, I'll ask where Ayong is."

He Chen sat on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe with his hands in his pockets, and stretched his head in front of Yin Mo like a giant dog.

He didn't speak, and all his gestures were written in big characters: You wipe me.

Yin Mo sighed, stepped forward to unfold the bath towel, and gently rubbed the top of his head, "Lack of strength?"

He Chen gave a hum in his nose, feeling Yin Mo's gentle movements, and was moved for a while, and he circled her closer, and his handsome face was aimed at Yin Mo's chest.

One second later, He Chen retracted his hand and sat down firmly without moving.

This woman... didn't wear a bra in the middle of the night.

Yin Mo didn't notice these details and kept blaming himself while wiping He Chen's hair.

The second sleeper turned on the light, the light was very warm, and she could easily see the red rash and erythema that appeared on his body again.

Yin Mo's movements gradually slowed down. He looked down at He Chen, who was not energetic, and his tone was slightly resentful, "If you can't eat mustard, don't eat it. Why do you want to be able to do it?"

He Chen raised his dark red eyelids and repeats playfully: "Me? Can I?"

Yin Mo frowned and nodded, "You said you couldn't eat, I won't feed you."

"Baby!" He Chen leaned back with a smile, holding his hands behind him, "Do you think the wicked person should sue the idiom first to describe you?"

Yin Mo pursed his mouth and corrected in a low voice, "That's not an idiom...It's a proverb."

He Chen's throat strained and he closed his eyes and sneered, "Thank you, Captain Yin, to feed me another plate of mustard."

Forget it!

Yin Mo knew that He Chen was uncomfortable, so she walked over and pulled him patiently, "Don't make trouble, your hair hasn't dried yet."

This sentence was so soft-hearted by her, and even a little bit coquettish.

He Chen licked his back teeth, narrowed his eyes, and took advantage of Yin Mo's wrist to pull her over.

Yin Mo was standing next to the bed, and was suddenly pulled by him. Due to his inertia, he pounced on He Chen without surprise.

She is up, he is down.

At this time, He Chen circled Yin Mo's waist with one hand, and put the other hand behind his head, and said in a leisurely manner: "Baby is so anxious?"

Yin Mo was rushing to get up, and when he heard the sound, he punched him, "Be serious."

He Chen pursed her thin lips slightly, pressed her palm against the back of her head, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't move, hug for a while."

Yin Mo struggled much less, lying quietly on his chest, and asked faintly: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Well, it's uncomfortable." He Chen squinted, rubbing her scattered long hair with his fingers, "You kiss me, it should be fine."

Yin Mo raised his head, carefully examined his eyebrows, and then said: "I am not medicine."

On how a prodigal son in love was **** to death by a straight woman of steel.

He Chen endured the allergies on her body and patted her head, "Baby, get down, stop talking."

Yin Mo lowered his head slightly, and from the open neckline of his nightgown, he could clearly see more and more red rashes on the man's body, "It seems to be very serious, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No." He Chen opened his eyelids and saw her face full of entanglement and self-blame, stretched her neck and stole an incense from her mouth, "Tomorrow will be fine."

Yin Mo swallowed, put the broken hair on the side of his face behind his ears, touched his flushed handsome face, and asked, "Do you have any allergies?"

He Chen raised his lips and told the truth: "Pollen, nuts, mushrooms, penicillin."

Yin Mo twitched the corner of his mouth clearly, "I heard Qiaoqiao and the fourth child say that if there are too many allergens, it may be due to poor physical fitness and poor immunity, you are..."

He Chen's face was dark, and she tightened her back with a cold and fierce expression, "I have a good physique to keep you out of bed for three days, Captain Yin, do you want to try?"