Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

But Wen Momo was dumbfounded. She thought that at this juncture...Brother Jingling was going to a wedding banquet...how could he come here to find her...

So for a while, Wen Momo was sitting on the bed, looking at him dully with her dark eyes unblinking, as if she really wanted to decipher what she could understand from Brother Jing Ling's expression.

But in fact, Jingling's expression didn't change at all, he just stared at her very silently for a while, and finally said slowly: "Don't you want to drink water?"

Jing Ling still held the cup of tea in his hand.

Wen Momo pursed her red lips, lowered her eyebrows slightly, stretched out two small hands to take the teacup in his hand, lowered her neckline, and obediently took a sip of tea while holding the cup .

After quietly drinking a few sips of tea, Wen Momo finally came to her senses, raised her head a little slowly, her little face was unknowingly stained with a slight blush, because of her illness, her appearance was like It seems to be drunk red like after drinking, soft and pleasant.

Jing Ling clenched her Adam's apple, and said unnaturally, "I heard that you have a high fever."

Wen Momo was still blushing, and said "Mmm" in a soft voice, "It's much better."

As Wen Momo said, she lowered her head again, her curly eyelashes softly pressed against her eyes, she was a little shy, and she tried to hide her expression, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, didn't you go to the wedding of His Highness the Crown Prince?" ?”

"Go." Jing Ling pursed her thin lips, and said calmly, "I heard that you are sick, so come and have a look."

Wen Momo couldn't help raising her head, but she just raised her head and glanced at Jingling, then quickly lowered her eyebrows and eyes. She didn't know how to describe such a green but heart-pounding feeling. I know that kind of feeling is going back and forth in my heart, and I have lingered many times, but I still like it... I like it very much.

Wen Momo lowered her head and said nothing, and she was too embarrassed to speak.

But Jingling couldn't help but said, "May I check your pulse for you?"

Wen Momo bit her lips slightly, let out a soft nasal sound from her nose, and gave a small "hmm".

Then, obediently, he slowly stretched out his little hand.

She wasn't actually scared, but nervous.

Nervous and looking forward to it.

Obviously, before this, it's not that my brother has never held her hand, but holding hands is completely different from the feeling at this moment.

Wen Momo's fingers are very beautiful, very slender and tender, as pleasing to the eye as white porcelain, the skeleton of the fingers is well-proportioned and beautiful, and the very small hands are carefully stretched out towards him.

If so, if so... Jing Ling couldn't restrain the undercurrents in his heart, but he still didn't go beyond half a point on the surface, and he didn't even sit by her bed, but moved a round stool over, Sitting down, Jing Ling bowed her head and supported her hot little hand with one hand, and gently pressed her wrist with the other to feel her pulse.

From the beginning to the end, Jing Ling's expression looked the same as usual, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But Wen Momo relied on Jing Ling to focus on her pulse, looking at Jing Ling blatantly.

She seems to have forgotten that she said that she should not listen to her brother's words.

It seemed that as long as her brother gave her a little sweetness, she would uncontrollably want to talk to and play with him.

Could it be... is what brother said right?

Is it true that if others give Momo a little sweetness, she will not be able to withstand the temptation?