God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

After Aner Ansan left, Ningmeng and Qin Zhao were the only ones left in the room.

Ningmeng put the food box on the table, opened the lid, and contained a large bowl of warm porridge.

Ningmeng took out a small bowl and spoon, took some out, then walked to the bed and handed the porridge to Qin Zhao: "First eat something to cushion your belly."

After being in a coma for a month and a half, it would be a lie if Qin Zhao said he was not hungry.

In fact, Qin Zhao felt his physical condition just when he saw Ningmeng coming in carrying the food box.

He was so hungry that his stomach hurts.

But he did not reach out to pick it up.

Qin Zhao leaned on the bed frame, relaxed himself, and looked up at Ningmeng slightly: "Mengmeng, I am too hungry."

In fact, Qin Zhao's current appearance is not good at all.

I was in a coma for a month and a half and did not eat for a month and a half.

He was wiped out as thin as paper.

And I haven't seen the sun for a long time, and my skin is sickly pale.

Not like a drug addict, but also as ugly as a drug addict.

No one can recognize it, this is actually a combination of appearance and talent, and his Royal Highness who can easily capture countless girls' hearts with his appearance every time he walks on the street.

However, he was particularly unaware, and even raised his head to expose all his shortcomings to her.

"I feed you."

Ningmeng glanced at Qin Zhao and didn't doubt the ulterior motives of his words.

When she looked at his pale and thin face, she felt only distressed in her heart, without the slightest dislike or resistance.

Ningmeng sat on the edge of the bed, took a spoon and took a spoonful of porridge, then handed it to Qin Zhao's mouth.

When Ningmeng had just served the porridge in the kitchen, she took a bite. The porridge was warm and not hot.

Qin Zhao looked straight at Ningmeng's clear eyes, as if to see through all the emotions in her heart.

After a while, Qin Zhao opened his mouth slightly and obediently swallowed the porridge.

After Qin Zhao took a bite, his eyes brightened: "It feels like the porridge that Mengmeng is fed is better than the one I have eaten before."

"Then eat more." Ningmeng's hand did not stop, and Qin Zhao opened his mouth to catch the second spoonful.

Ningmeng didn't tell Qin Zhao that she added some spirit spring water exchanged from the system mall to this porridge. After eating it, it would only be good for his body and would not harm him.

However, because Qin Zhao just woke up and his body was still very weak, after Ningmeng fed him two bowls, he stopped feeding him.

And Qin Zhao didn't seem to care about appetite, and watched Ningmeng not feed him and stopped eating.

After Ningmeng put the bowl over, Qin Zhao couldn't wait to reach out and grab the person into his arms.

As soon as he touched the warm touch, Qin Zhao was immediately so comfortable that he almost sighed.

Although he was able to touch her as he wanted before, after all, he had no body at the time, and the feeling of touching her was far less intense than it is now.

When he was A Piao, he was reluctant to leave her, but now that he bluntly touched it, he was even more reluctant to let go.

Qin Zhao was a little unhappy because of the cloth between the two.

Without thinking about it, Qin Zhao stretched out his hand to pull on the belt of Ningmeng's clothes.

When Ningmeng was held in her arms by Qin Zhao, she didn't resist, and she was used to his behavior of sticking to her, so Ningmeng let him hold her.

But after suddenly feeling the restraint on her waist loosened, Ningmeng lowered her head subconsciously.

Qin Zhao directly pulled off the straps of several pieces of her clothes, and his little pink belly was exposed to the air. His head directly touched her softly, and one hand was directly against her back, slowly moving towards Touch on.

Due to their positional relationship, it was as if she was rushing to hug him.

Ningmeng blushed and wanted to raise his hand to push Qin Zhao away, but he seemed to know what Ningmeng thought. The hand that had just pulled Ningmeng's belt went down slightly and got directly into her trouser belt. , When Ningmeng didn't react, his fingers stopped somewhere, and his fingertips hooked gently.

Ningmeng's eyes widened, her breathing became a little hurried in an instant, and she made an "Ah" sound in her mouth, as if a small, numbing electric current ran across her body, directly limp on the bed.

"Mengmeng." Qin Zhao lay on her, pressing her firmly under her body, feeling the skin of the two close together, Qin Zhao stretched out his hand to hug Ningmeng tighter, dark and deep pupils. Here, the look is obsessed.

"Don't be impulsive." Ningmeng closed her eyes, didn't fight back, but didn't dare to look at the current posture and situation of the two.

She was right in front of him, she was pressed on his big bed.

How could he not be excited.

If it's not the state of the soul before...

He had already wanted her countless times.

Maybe she should have his baby in her belly.

Qin Zhao propped up his body, stared down at Ningmeng's flat belly, raised his hand and touched it, his eyes were dark and affectionate.

He pressed up again, bowed his head and kissed the corners of Ningmeng's mouth: "Mengmeng, I will enter the palace tomorrow, and let my father make you a princess."

"Yes, okay?" Ningmeng was a little shy.

Although she knows that it will be a matter of time before she and Qin Zhao get married, but... is this too soon?

"Yes."

If anyone objects, then kill it.

Qin Zhao held Ningmeng tightly. He lowered his head and buried his head on Ningmeng's collarbone. Ningmeng couldn't see Qin Zhao's look at this time, so he didn't know how gloomy and indifferent he was at this time.

Coupled with his pale appearance, he was like an evil spirit crawling back from hell, holding tightly the only person in his arms who wanted to protect.

"Then you let me go first, I'm a bit cold." Ningmeng raised her hand and pulled Qin Zhao's clothes.

He tore off the straps of several of her clothes. Although she didn't take it off, when she was lying on the bed, the clothes had been opened in the action he had just done.

His body temperature is low, although it is not as good as when he was in his previous soul state, but it was lower than the body temperature of Ningmeng.

"Cold?" Qin Zhao asked in a low voice, the expression on his face instantly changed from the indifference of the shady bird to patient and gentle.

It's actually not cold.

When he was a ghost before, she didn't feel cold when he was wrapped around her.

But before he was a ghost, no matter how arrogant he was, he would not make it to the last step.

But now...

Hearing Ningmeng's coldness, he didn't think it was because he had pulled the straps of Ningmeng's clothes. He picked up Ningmeng, and then pulled the quilt next to him and covered him and Ningmeng, and said, "So, It won’t be cold anymore."

Ningmeng felt the excitement inside the quilt, and he was closer to himself.

silence.