"You're disgusting!" Mu Zi immediately spat out the remaining half in her mouth.
Who would have thought that Murong Cheng would say, "Sour, what's so delicious, give it back to you."
Then he sealed Mu Zi's lips and forcibly stuffed the half in his mouth back into Mu Zi's mouth.
Mu Zi was simply disgusted by him, and wanted to spit again, but Murong Cheng's tongue against not let go, entangled for a while, before saying, "Eat it, or I'll do you here."
Mu Zi deflated her mouth, aggrieved and swallowed the last half of the sugar gourd chewing ...
She felt like her entire being was bad ...
It was as if that half of the sugar gourd was poison, even if it had been swallowed, the mouth, throat, intestines and stomach were all very uncomfortable.
Murong Cheng laughed at her, "What are you doing with a bitter face, the sugar gourd is not good?"
Mu Zi was in pain, "Stained with your saliva!"
"What's so disgusting about eating a bit of saliva, don't I often eat yours?" Murong Cheng was puzzled.
Mu Zi felt even more disgusted, she couldn't stand him and said angrily, "Stop saying that!"
Murong Cheng wrapped his arms around her and kissed and coaxed her.
They played in the square for a while and Murong Cheng took her to see the ice lantern show.
It was already past one in the morning, and the ice lanterns along the street were bright and colorful while the tourists gradually thinned out.
Mu Zi's eyes were attracted by the differently shaped ice lanterns, and she only felt that the ingenuity was wonderful and extraordinary.
The galloping ice steeds, the peach trees with ice branches and snow fruits, and the ice sculptures of small bridges and rivers ... are in the middle of it, as if they are walking in a fairyland.
Only this fairyland is too cold.
Mu Zi wandered for a while, a little sleepy, unconsciously leaning towards Murong Cheng.
Murong Cheng lowered his head to look at her, her thick eyelashes slightly drooped, the brilliant light of the ice lamps reflected in her eyes, the bottom of her eyes a stream of color, her small face red, very cute.
"Sleepy?" He gathered her collar, "Go back to the car and sleep."
Mu Zi felt her feet drifting, stepping down momentarily heavy and momentarily light. She followed Murong Cheng back to the car, as soon as she dipped into the back seat, she closed her eyes and leaned over, never getting up again.
The car is heated, Murong Cheng removes Mu Zi's outerwear, touches her face and rolls it, and only then realizes that something is wrong.
"Zi Zi?" Murong Cheng called her, "Do you have a fever?"
Mu Zi was confused, her eyes couldn't open, "Maybe ..."
Murong Cheng was a little panicked.
Too nervous about her, so even the slightest little injury or pain would make him anxious.
"Go to the hospital." Murong Cheng said to the driver in front.
He sat in the backseat and hugged Mu Zi tightly, in his heart he blamed himself, today he shouldn't have brought Mu Zi to go crazy in the snow, it must have been then that she sweated and later caught a cold, one cold and one heat is the easiest to catch a cold and fever.
From time to time, he used his own hand to test the temperature of Mu Zi's forehead, but the more he tried, the more his heart was at a loss, and finally could only urge the driver to hurry up.
The road conditions in the early hours of the morning are smooth, they quickly arrived at the hospital.
The doctor said that Mu Zi is not a big deal, prescribed fever medication, said not to take medication can be, go home and cook cola ginger soup to drink.
Murong Cheng hugged Mu Zi back to the car and asked in her ear, "Zi Zi, the doctor said it's not serious, you can skip the medicine and cook ginger soup to drink."
Mu Zi's head was groggy, and returned, "It's better to take medicine, now at this time, where to find ginger ...."
At this time of the day, only the convenience stores that were open 24 hours a day were still open, the food markets and supermarkets were all closed, unless they immediately returned to Qingjiang City - it was dotted with Murong Cheng's forces, and they could have whatever they wanted.
Murong Cheng sighed and compassionately stroked her head without speaking.
Mu Zi leaned in his arms and fell asleep in a daze ...