He sat down on the bed beside him and pressed the cold towel onto his forehead sending chills down his body, Mo Yuan stretched his hand out instinctively and held Mo Feng's arm.
"Don't leave me Mo Feng..." he was still murmuring while he held his hand, Mo Feng pressed the towel on his forehead trying to relieve him.
"Okay okay..." Mo Feng patted his hand as he went on taking care of him.
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In the kitchen, everything was all ready, Meili and Mu Shen walked over to place the bowls on the dining room table when they gazed into the living, Mo Han abs Mu Zhu's argument had gotten heated up.
"Mu Zhu, why aren't you listening to what I'm telling you? Do you think I want to do this? It's for your own safety... " You could hear Mo Han's already irritated and fed-up voice. After going through a soft way to convince him, he decided to go a rough way, he was tired.
