Chapter 148 Sucking His Tongue, Breathing Disorder

Her lips were wet, with shallow saliva sticking to him, her teeth gnawed and gnawed gently, and Jun Mohan couldn't stand it.

His body tightened, as if there was a kind of dormant animal blood surging, a dim light flashed in his eyes, and the arm holding Feng Sujin involuntarily exerted force.

His throat moved.

However, Jun Mohan's self-control was very strong, the dark color in his eyes faded in a moment, and he sighed helplessly.

I don't know what dream she had, but she actually bit him.

Jun Mohan wanted to temporarily push Feng Sujin away from his arms, but although Feng Sujin was sleeping, he was obviously not willing to leave the "food".

Feng Sujin ate very little in the morning and was frightened in the morning. Except for sweating all over, she slept without eating at noon.

She was actually very hungry. In her dream, she dreamed of food, and she also dreamed that she was eating chicken legs.

She is really hungry...

But Mingming is about to eat it, why is the chicken leg so far away from her?

"Well, yes, hungry..."

When Jun Mohan pushed Feng Sujin away, he seemed to hear her shallow sleep.

Jun Mohan got up and sat down, patted Feng Sujin's head, it was a little hot, he understood that she was frightened, she would have a fever, even if she was sleeping, her consciousness was a little confused.

He frowned, knowing that he would give Feng Sujin some cold medicine.

Thinking that she was hungry, Jun Mohan got up and went to the kitchen, made some porridge for her, then took out the cold medicine that Qiu Wenzheng had put before, took out a piece of cooling medicine, crushed it with chopsticks, put it in the porridge, and stirred it. , let the medicine melt into the porridge.

Then, Jun Mohan returned to the bedroom.

He sat beside the bed for a while, his expression changed, and he sighed in his heart, after all, he was reluctant to wake her up!

He took a mouthful of porridge and fed it to Feng Sujin with his mouth.

The porridge made by Jun Mohan tastes very good, and for Feng Sujin, it is a unique and favorite taste in her heart.

Ever since Jun Mohan cooked porridge for her for the first time, she had remembered the taste.

So when Jun Mohan kissed her lips, he crossed to Feng Sujin mouth to mouth.

In her confusion, Feng Sujin drank the porridge she knew and liked, and she was naturally greedy. She couldn't help sucking the tip of Jun Mohan's tongue, craving every breath of porridge, and was unwilling to let "it" go away.

The temperature in Jun Mohan's heart that had already dropped was suddenly stirred up by Feng Sujin unconsciously.

The blood also began to surge, and a swirling light flashed in his eyes.

After all, she was tricked by her, and she lost her mind. Jun Mohan no longer pushed it out, but continued to kiss Feng Sujin, swallowing the fragrant breath in her mouth.

Feng Sujin murmured unconsciously, "Well..."

She made a moving voice, which made Jun Mohan's heart seem to be on fire, about to explode.

He sat up suddenly, breathing slightly disordered.

He looked at Feng Sujin and sighed, "It's really terrible!"

He continued to take a mouthful of porridge and fed Feng Sujin.

After a bowl of porridge was fed to Feng Sujin, Jun Mohan whispered in Feng Sujin's ear: "Ajin, when you are well, I want to get back even the interest."

Although he knew that Feng Sujin might not be able to hear it, Jun Mohan still wanted to speak.

When he said it, she agreed.

The domineering in Jun Mohan's bones is also fully demonstrated.

After Feng Sujin's temperature subsided, Jun Mohan was relieved, but she didn't know what was wrong this time, and the fever began to come back and forth, and she didn't wake up until the night.

Jun Mohan called her but couldn't wake up.