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After several days of sleepless, plus the consumption of psychic power, she can't bear the monsoon smoke. She can't sleep, but the consumption of psychic power is a great burden for her now. However, when she sees the small body curled up by the fire, the monsoon smoke feels that she can't let go at all.

It was the night when night fell again. The monsoon smoke was sleeping on the bed with a little fire. She didn't sleep for a few days, and finally fell asleep.

However, just when the monsoon smoke fell into the dream, the fire in her arms opened her eyes.

In the dark, the red eyes are particularly striking.

The moonlight sprinkled on the dim room from the half covered window, shrouded in the body of the monsoon smoke. The moment the streamer opened his eyes, he saw a small chest around him. He was slightly stupefied. He brushed the warm breath on his forehead, his body was slightly stiff, some stiff slowly raised his head. The sleeping face of the monsoon smoke fell into his eyes, which was printed in his red color In the eyes.

Liu Huo stared at the monsoon smoke, the warm touch on his waist made his face suddenly red, he was a bit confused in the arms of the monsoon smoke, and his breath was full of her taste.

He slowly reached out his hand, trying to open the arm around his waist, but with a slight touch, the eyebrow of monsoon smoke was wrinkling unconsciously, which made the little face, which was still a little tender, look very distressing.

I dare not move.

These days, he was in a coma. Although he didn't wake up, he still felt something about the outside world.

He knew that the monsoon smoke had not let go of him for a long time, and he was afraid that his body was already stiff.

I dare not move any more. I can only look at the small face that is sleeping soundly. With the help of the moonlight, the red eyes depict the small features of the season wind and smoke little by little.

That face is not so beautiful. It's not even beautiful. Living under pressure for a long time, it's nourished by this period of time, but it still makes that little face look thin. But somehow, Liuhuo is fascinated.

He quietly extended his hand, some hesitation with his fingertips touch the cheek of seasonal wind and smoke.

At the fingertip, there was a touch of warmth. The warmth, which was conveyed to his heart along his fingers, was a little hot.

"Don't move." The monsoon smoke in the sleep murmured, and the consciousness of his subordinates holding the flowing fire collected again.

Liuhuo's heart was shocked, but she did not dare to disturb her rest. She could only be obediently closed.

The last gap between the two was erased at this moment.

His face is close to her undeveloped chest. Although he is still a half-year-old child, it is slightly soft, but it makes his face turn red and his heart beat violently, as if he would jump out of her chest in the next second.

Dong, Dong, Dong

Her heart beat was attached to his ears, rhythmic and slow, but it was interwoven with his heart beat.

All of a sudden, the fiery brain bursts of inflation, consciousness seems to be strongly pulled by some force, his body temperature uncontrolled rapid rise