The host always wants to flirt with the villain after being bad

Jiang Tingting wasn't in a good mood, but when he heard Feng Limo's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"The little prince's concern is really special, it makes people want to punch him to death."

"..."

"You woman, why don't you know what to do..." Feng Limo frowned and said, halfway through speaking, seeing Jiang Tingting's bloodless cheeks, subconsciously softened his heart, closed his mouth, and then muttered.

"Forget it, a good man doesn't care about little girls."

Jiang Tingting picked up the cup in her hand, her eyes bent, she already wanted to invite Feng Limo to drink from the cup, but she was about to smash it over.

Feng Li Mo, who was lying on the window sill, took out a pack of small things in a paper bag from his arms and stuffed them over.

"Do you have to drink medicine every day? I saw that the medicine was dark and bitter, so I got you some preserved fruit."

When Feng Limo mentioned the concoction, he couldn't help but wrinkled his face, feeling a little disgusted.

Jiang listened to the slight movement of her eyelashes, and slightly loosened her hand holding the cup. She opened the small paper bag, which contained a round preserved fruit.

"Try it, it's sweet but not sour."

Feng Limo opened his lips, watching the woman's slender fingers pick up a piece of preserved fruit and put it into her mouth, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

The boy's smile is warm, bright and hot.

"Isn't it very sweet? After you drink the medicine, take a few pieces and you won't feel bitter."

Jiang Tingting swallowed the sweet and soft candied fruit, looked at Feng Limo, raised her face and smiled casually.

"How do you know that the medicine I'm drinking is smeared and bitter?"

"that……"

Feng Limo scratched his head while dodging his eyes, he couldn't lie, so he blushed for a moment and blushed.

"I was curious, so I tasted it."

Looking at the young man's awkward and sincere expression, Jiang Tingting's anger eased a little.

"What kind of medicine will the little prince try if he is not sick or in pain?"

"Leave me alone."

I don't know if it was Jiang Tingting's expression or his words that poked him somewhere, Feng Limo looked a little embarrassed.

Jiang Tingting raised his lips silently, and felt his throat tickle in the next second, and coughed twice again with a wrinkled face.

Seeing this, Feng Li Mo subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand to help her relax, but because he couldn't reach it outside the window, he immediately retracted his hand after recovering, frowning.

"You... are you alright? It's been a few days, why are you still coughing? Are all the women in the Central Plains as sick and weak as you?"

The young man's disdainful tone revealed a bit of concern.

Those dark eyes were tightly locked on her body, as if she was afraid that she would suddenly pass out like before.

Mentioning this body made Jiang feel angry. Was this what she thought? She gritted her teeth slightly and said patiently:

"I can't help it. I have such a weak body since I was a child, and I am used to coughing."

Feng Limo really couldn't hide any emotions on his face, he frowned, his eyes flashed with distress, then shook his head, looked at her seriously, organized various languages ​​in his mind, thinking that he should appease her, but The words came to my lips:
"Have you been coughing since you were a child, but you didn't die from coughing, it's so terrible."

"..."

There was silence in the air for a while, Jiang Tingting's eyes were gloomy, and there was no expression on his face.

That is to say, if you can't speak, you can really shut up.

"Is it great? I have something even stronger. Do you want to try it?"

Jiang Tingting's peach blossom eyes were crescent-shaped, they looked really beautiful and attractive, harmless and charming but lurking in danger.

A delicate rose with thorns.