Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

In the same bed, she flipped her body slightly, but was afraid that her movements would lead to his wounds, so she could move with caution.

It feels like two people are united, pulling together and moving all over the body, and his pain is her pain, and his wound is her wound.

It was a little cold in the hallway of the hospital, but the ward was warm, the season warm covered the quilt, the hair was not dry yet because it had just been bathed, still some wet pressed under her head, she pulled the quilt slightly, stretched out her arms, then carefully spread the hair away, no longer pillow.

Through the pale lights in the ward, Ink View saw a burn on the back of both her hands, a pale blue hospital suit covered the wound near her wrist, and a white medical gauze wrapped her hand around the back again and again.

“Nan Heng knows a lot of friends and doctors who are often born and die, and I asked him to get some medicine to remove this burn scar, and you will apply it every day afterwards.” He whispered, sounding calm, but hidden in the tone of his heart.

Seasonal warmth glanced at his hand and smiled: “Nothing, just that the top layer of skin was burned with a lot of bubbles, and then made some herbal ash randomly, so it looked like it was serious. Yesterday the doctor on this side had dropped the next layer of burnt skin when he drugged me. The meat inside was not too burnt, but it could just be red for a while, just take care of it. ”

It would be nice to leave a place like that alive, and if she didn't leave a scratch on it, she might just be going through a fairy tale.

Anyway, it just burned a layer of skin, and it's going to get better over time, and it's not a deep scar.

Mojing retracted her gaze deeply and held her hand under the quilt.

Seasonal Warm reminded him, "Just hold it gently, don't push too hard, it will pull your arms and shoulder blades together. ”

“Yes.” He was faint, apparently a little bitter about her burning herself.

But it is true that he is not a man of compassion, nor is she a woman of compassion, and that there are traces left behind that prove that they have indeed lived and died together.

Such marks are more meaningful than any wedding ring, gift, souvenir.

Deep in the ink, apparently, the strength of the anesthetic hasn't completely subsided, and he closed his eyes somewhat tired.

Seasonal warmth lay beside him, shifting the subject, trying to keep him resting in peace.

“Why did you ask me if I used to go to the Los Angeles River? ”

“Did I ask? ”

“... you obviously asked yesterday when the plane landed! ”

“Well, that should be the question. ”

“Surgery, general anesthesia, even brain anesthesia? You forgot what you asked me yesterday. ”

“Didn't you forget a lot of things when you didn't have surgery? ”

“ ………… ”

Seasonal heating knot: "So when I was 16, the night my friends and I were separated from each other because the street lights were broken, you were the one who caught it by the Los Angeles River? ”

Mojing smiled deeply.

She didn't seem to lose her memory, she just didn't realize that she had done a good deed to a good person by accident, it was really saving his life, so she wasn't paying much attention.

He closed his eyes and held her fingertips tight: “I was badly injured then, and the XI helicopter exploded a thousand meters over the Los Angeles River, directly carrying the wound into the river. If it wasn't for you, I'd be directly caught in the waterfall downstream, and there would be no more ink depth in the world. ”

It's... really...

Having just experienced all this in Cambodia, Seasonal Warm wouldn't be too surprised at what he said.

She was just curious and suddenly turned her head and looked at the man's face.

At that time, the street lamp broke down and the paint was dark around the river. She only noticed that he seemed to have a lot of blood on him. Maybe she also watched a lot of American science fiction warfare movies at that time. She was young and had a little heroic feelings, so she wanted to save people. At that time, she was too young and bold to find that much blood on him was not afraid, but she didn't really see his face.

Later, she called her separated friend to rush her to the bridge to go back to school, and she carefully helped him to a safe place on the shore. She didn't wait for him to wake up and ran away in a hurry...

But it didn't occur to me that the man was deep in ink.

Those memories are a decade further away for the warmth of the season, so it's really a long way to think.

“In that case, did you mean the marriage of Mozi and Ji? You're not... in return for me, are you?” The warmth of the season suddenly made me a little astringent.

Well, don't thank me! She doesn't like it!

Mo Jing smiled deeply: “Not to mention, there are many ways to repay, you don't need to sell yourself. ”

Seasonal Warm: “…” Sell yourself? Was she disgusted by Mojing Deep Red Fruit?

“Marriage is indeed a grandfather's proposal, I have the option, at first I just paid more attention to you because I knew it was you, but finally the real reason for the Ji family marriage has nothing to do with repayment. ”

“What's the reason? ”

The man glanced at her and said, "Are you sure you want me to lie here and tell you so much? ”

“Just this one...”

“Suddenly very sleepy. ”

“Can't we just say this one? I can't sleep like this! ”

“Really sleepy. ”

Even if he didn't know before, now, somehow, all of a sudden there are so many connections, Seasonal Warm's curiosity was hooked up, but he left his hand and stopped talking.

“Long story short isn't enough? ”

The man stopped talking and grabbed her fingers with a gentle force in his palm, touching the gauze wrapped around her back, closing his eyes like he was really going to sleep.

Seawarm still wanted to ask, but he only had surgery last night. She woke him up early in the morning, and her lips moved. Although unwilling, he kept his mouth shut and didn't bother him anymore, lying beside him looking at the man.

Until Mo Jingsheng really fell asleep, it can be seen how much energy he had just held up to accompany her for so long, but it has to be admitted that the emotions in Seasonal Warm's heart were really misguided because of what happened the other day. At this time, in addition to the questions and curiosities in his mind, everything else seemed to have been squeezed out, and the feeling of frustration was gone.

After staring at him for a while, she finally felt sleepy, slowly pulling her hand out of his palm, then slowly placing it in front of his chest, touching his steady heartbeat, again, like a gauze through her palm, passing from her hand to her limb wreckage, warming her blood, her nerves, so that she could completely recover the feeling of security that had been violated for a long time.

Again, thinking about the only good thing she had ever done in her life, she actually saved her husband. Seasonal warmth lifted her hand to her mouth. She couldn't help but laugh at once like a child. She was afraid of being deeply discovered by Ink, and she kept laughing over her head.