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

Tang Xin poured out the soup in a muffled voice, and then heard Cheng Ling ask with some doubts, "Young master, what did you just say, aren't all the soldiers of the Cheng army who have experienced many battles here?"

Tang Xin paused for a moment before answering that Mo Zhifei was ill.

He didn't explain much, as if he was afraid that he would say something wrong again, but fortunately, Cheng Ling didn't ask him any more, and after drinking the water, he said goodbye to him and went back.

After Tangxin returned to the tent where she lived with Mo Zhifei, she saw Mo Zhifei lying on the bed and threw aside the wet handkerchief that he put on his forehead not long ago. Going to the small table, went to pick up the wet handkerchief, frowned and looked at Mo Zhifei who had his eyes closed, paused for a while, then reached out a hand hesitantly, wanting to touch his forehead.

He really didn't have any thoughts at the time, he just wanted to see if his fever was getting worse.

As soon as his hand touched his forehead, it was hot, very hot.

Tang Xin frowned, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch his neck, where it was even hotter.

He didn't know how he could sleep when he was so hot.

However, just as he was thinking, Mo Zhifei's hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, and his heart was startled by him, his eyes widened suddenly, and then Mo Zhifei also opened it The eyes, the eyes are so hot, staring at the heart very annoyed, even the voice is hoarse and low, "Master is still sick, can't you... restrain yourself?"

Tang Xin looked at him numbly, and it took him a while to realize that Mo Zhifei seemed to think that he was just taking advantage of his illness to touch him...

Tang Xin blinked her eyes lightly, silently withdrew her hand from his burning palm, then turned to take the medicine and said calmly: "Get up and drink the medicine when you wake up."

After he finished speaking, he brought the decoction to the bedside, with a nonchalant look on his face.

Seeing his expressionless face, Mo Zhifei was a little annoyed for no reason, but he didn't want to feel sorry for his body, so he reluctantly took the soup in his hand, looked at his heart while drinking, and thought of something , coughed and asked casually, "Are you going to make medicine for me so late?"

Mo Zhifei's implication seems to be to say, you like me too much, Qinxin... That's why you run to stay up for me in the middle of the night...

But Tang Xin didn't pick up his faults, and just said truthfully: "I just don't want to hear you coughing all the time, I have to get up early tomorrow."

What Tangxin meant was that Mo Zhifei's illness disturbed him to sleep, so he had no choice but to make medicine for him.

Mo Zhifei was not very happy when he heard it, but he was really uncomfortable at the moment, so he didn't argue with Tang Xin about it. After he finished drinking the medicine, he asked his superiors what they said.

Tang Xin sat down, and said calmly: "I have to leave early tomorrow morning, if you can't get up, you can stay here."

"Are you kidding..." Mo Zhifei coughed again as he spoke, but he continued to cough, "Master will be fine when he wakes up tomorrow morning, how can I let you go to the front line alone."

Tang Xin glanced at him: "Why not?"

"There's no reason..." Mo Zhifei suddenly realized something, frowned and told him seriously, "It's not the kind of reason you think, don't be too sentimental."

Chun Xin let out a cold "oh", then got up and went back to her bed to lie down.