Stranded on a Deserted Island, What to Do?

Hua Mu obviously felt the discomfort on her body. The nasal mucosa was like a humidifier with full horsepower and kept secreting mucus; the head was like a flying bee boarding her, and she was dizzy and ears There was a buzzing sound inside; there was a fairy ball growing in her throat, making her sore and itchy and coughing repeatedly.

"White pillow, my sore throat ..."

Only the sentinel's body temperature gave her a little comfort.

White pillow felt the heat of Huamu's body-she had started to have a fever. But Huamu obviously felt colder than hot, holding her arm tightly.

The white pillow stretched out its long arm, took the bamboo tube with mint leaves, and took out a few pieces to feed to Huamu.

"Miss, you may feel more comfortable in your mouth."

Hua Mu grimaced into her mouth, "My head hurts ..."

White pillow helped her rub the points on her face, "Will this be more comfortable?"

"Huh ..." Hua Mu had a strong nose, and his speech was ambiguous. "My stomach is also uncomfortable. I blame you and made me vomit badly."

Missy began to count the old debts. The white pillow was self-blame and distressed. While gently rubbing her stomach, she apologized: "I'm not good, so anxious."

Hua Mu knew that if she was not in a hurry, she might have been raining outside now. But she didn't care about right or wrong, she just wanted to lose her temper.

"You are so rude ..."

Bai Zhen recalled his series of actions, and he felt guilty. Missy is like a porcelain doll, where can you withstand such bumps?

It must be that she was too uncomfortable to make the young lady sick.

"Sorry……"

Hua Mu didn't want to hear an apology, she wanted a white pillow to coax her.

Every time she gets sick, her aunt will come to see her, sing to her, kiss her, and say, "The pain is flying away from my baby."

She missed her aunt and missed her father. Have they found her missing? Are you worried or anxious?

She has been trying hard not to think about this, not only do not want to regret, but also afraid that she can't help fragile collapse.

"White pillow, I'm so uncomfortable ..."

White Pillow felt Huamu's discomfort, and wished to replace it. She regretted that she was not tough enough, even if it would be hated by the lady, she should try her best to let her drink the **** soup.

"Miss, do you want to drink **** soup now? Will you feel more comfortable."

Hua Mu sniffed his nose and said bitterly: "Is it very bitter and spicy?"

"Just a little ..."

She didn't believe it!

"It must be terrible. I want to eat something sweet."

"Then I will cook some powder paste for you? Is it good to cook our sweet and spicy paste with breadfruit? It will only taste a little ginger."

Hearing slurred, Hua Mu felt a little hungry.

"Tasty?"

"Delicious, I assure you."

Hua Mu sneezes and cries: "But nobody will hug me when you go to cook."

White Pillow gave birth to a little bit of love for the little girl and hugged her and said, "I can hold you ... but do you prefer to carry it?"

"You hold me ..."

Hua Mu likes this sentry who serves as a cushion for her. She speaks softly and nicely, and sings to her, which is much more cute than the robot sentry.

The white pillow hugged her like a rag doll, and it didn't look laborious in her arms. Although it is not very convenient to move, it is not particularly hindered.

Hua Mu sat comfortably on her knees, hugged her shoulders, to see how she cut off the skin of the breadfruit, cut off the core, cut into pieces and baked by the fire.

The white pillow is boiled with water again, the wild **** is cut into a grinder and added, and a little bit of sea salt is sprinkled. When the breadfruit was slightly toasted and the water was boiling, she began to heat up. She then broke the breadfruit and added it to the **** soup.

The **** soup quickly turned into a paste with stirring, and a little mint was added to the white pillow at the end-making the bowl look a little more beautiful.

Can it be delicious?

Hua Mu deeply doubted.

White Pillow just picked it up and she smelled a sweet and sour taste.

"Isn't it really bad?"

Bai Zhen really likes this taste, but she doesn't know whether Hua Muxi likes it or not.

"You can try it."

Hua Mu sucked his nose and studied for a while.

"Drink it for me first."

"But ..." Bai Zhen remembered Hua Mu's words before, fearing that it would become the reason why she didn't want to drink.

"No, but you drink me."

Hua Mu played a rogue, but the white pillow fell on her, but she broke a banana leaf into a spoon and took a bite in front of her.

When was the sentinel so particular about it? With a spoon, Hua Mu thought she was inexplicable.

"Well, you feed me."

She also wants to use a spoon.

The white pillow sent the coconut shell to Huamu's mouth to feed her.

The elder lady flattened her mouth, "Why do you have a spoon, I don't have one."

The young lady who was ill was full of pride, and even a little bit of dissatisfaction could make her worry.

White Pillow made a small disposable spoon just to avoid polluting the bowl of batter. She didn't expect that Hua Mu would even like this little thing, "Then I will make one for you."

"Can't you use this? Do you despise me?"

Hua Mu felt so pitiful.

She didn't dislike the white pillow, but the white pillow dared to dismiss her!

"But I have used it. You, did you just say ..."

Seeing her hesitate for a long time, Hua Mu finally remembered what she said just now: I do n’t want to drink the **** soup you have drunk!

But she was so angry and anxious that she couldn't speak! Why is this sentry so hungry? She clearly stuck her tongue in. She really committed suicide if she really disliked it.

"I, I just don't want to drink **** soup ... why do you talk so much--sneeze ..."

Ooo, she has runny nose again.

Bai Zhen quickly took a "handkerchief" to help her wipe her nose, "Miss, you blow it."

Hua Mu really didn't want to raise his hand. He threw the dirty work on the sentry body regardless of carelessness, blowing his nose fiercely.

The flowers were as beautiful as the flowers, the birds were young and lively, and the noble girls were dying in the arms of the sentry with red noses at the moment.

"White pillow, I am hungry ..."

White pillow no longer verbose, scooped a spoonful of sweet paste to her mouth.

The hot bread batter is a bit sweet and sour, and a bit spicy, but the **** flavor is covered up a lot. This is by no means the taste that Hua Mu usually likes, but at this time it feels very delicious. She ate half a bowl, and if she had a sore throat, she could eat more.

The stomach was warm, and the body warmed up from the inside out-she was a little bit more braced.

Carbohydrates really make people fat.

White pillow saw her squinting eyes, a sleepy look, carefully hugged her to the temporary bed made of banana leaves.

"Miss, please sleep for a while if you are tired."

Hua Mu also felt that he needed sleep to replenish his energy, and the arm with the white pillow refused to let go.

"You accompany me."

White Pillow embraced her lovingly in her arms, "I hold you, you can sleep peacefully."

Huamu likes to be held like a baby by the sentry, like the smell of medicine on the sentry, and like the tight and soft muscles of the sentry. She felt like she was trapped in the clouds, no no no, she was wrapped in a soft duvet. The quilt is fine and smooth like silk ... Ah, no, the quilt is made of silk, how can it be used?

The white pillow is stuck in a sweet torment.

Missy's hand touched on her stomach, causing her to nearly concentrate on this place several times.

Slender white fingers like green onions, transparent pink nails, delicate and tender palms.

Every time Hua Mu rubs, Bai Zhen feels that a current is flowing through him. The mental body does not know whether it is too comfortable or feels dangerous, and has been trying to get out of the totem.

Her ice wolf has always been stable, and has maintained the A + evaluation in the stability test in the tower, and there are very few uncontrolled situations.

The last time this kind of agitation was almost caused by the heat of bonding.

Of course, she didn't think Missy had caused the union fever, after all, she didn't even smell it.

Hua Mu's identity as a guide is not a secret, and the fact that he has been carrying a restrictor so far is well known in the Duke's Palace. It's just that White Pillow doesn't know the reason, only knows that it is for the purpose of protecting Huamu.

The royal family has always had some unspeakable secrets, and naturally there are various rumours like urban legends.

For example, the sentinels and guides of the royal family have a special ability far higher than the general sentinel direction. For example, the royal family has kept the tradition of combining close relatives in secret for the sake of pure blood. The sentinel commotion called "Tower Dump" six years ago was triggered by Hua Mu.

Bai Zhen knows that there must be a big secret in Hua Mu, but she can be the guard of the other party because she has the lowest curiosity, the strictest tone, and the most loyal heart.

No matter what kind of status Huamu has, she will not betray her, hurt her, or give up her.

Hua Mu took a nap, and her headaches were alleviated, but other symptoms were more intense. She could hardly open her eyes, her throat was so painful that she could not speak, her nose was burning like a fire, her breathing was painful everywhere, her hands and feet were sore, and she had no energy.

"White……"

The sentry still hugged her, only this made her feel at ease.

"Miss, I'm here." The white pillow changed a damp cloth onto her forehead and fed hot water again.

Huamu took a sip and couldn't drink it anymore, and the sore throat made her sore.

"What time ..."

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, are you hungry?"

It was still stormy outside, and the rain began to gradually penetrate into the cave. Fortunately, the white pillow was prepared early and used bamboo paddles to draw several large leaks out of the cave.

Hua Mu shook his head in dismay, "I'm so hot, so uncomfortable ..."

"You have a fever." The white pillow moved slightly away from her. "Perhaps you will be more comfortable sleeping alone now."

She does n’t want it, she wants to hug.

"hug me……"

Bai Zhenfu leaned back again.

"Then I will wipe your body for a little bit more comfort."

"Um ..."

As long as you can feel more comfortable, Hua Mu doesn't care what she thinks.

The author has something to say: It is said that the urban rumors are very real.

However, it should be stated that the Queen and the Grand Duke are ordinary siblings.