If it was one of our own people, it would have already been clear that it was not Mo Yi but one of our own people.
Yu Se continued to stitch on his hands, but the cold sweat on his forehead became more intense.
She turned slightly sideways and wiped it with the sleeve of her arm to prevent sweat from dripping onto the wound that Mo Jingyao was stitching.
Then, suddenly, he discovered that the shadow falling on Mo Jingyao moved...
Then, just as the figure moved, the metaphor also moved.
He returned his hand and waved towards the man's raised arm.
If she had read correctly just now, that man had a gun in his hand.
The shape of the gun was reflected clearly on Mo Jingyao's body.
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and while the man in front of him looked at Yu Se in fear, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and then he fell directly to the ground.
This sudden change made Yu Se a little confused.
She was very sure that the way she stretched out her hand to block the gun, she could at most block the man's arm holding the gun and prevent him from shooting at her and Mo Jingyao. It was absolutely impossible to shoot off his gun and knock down the man at the same time.
She knows how much she weighs.
She doesn't have that ability.
"Young Master Mo..." When Yu Se was looking down at the man lying on the ground in surprise, Mo Yi came flying up the steps.
Yu Se slowly came back to her senses. She patted her chest and said, "So it's you guys. Hold the exit. I'll be fine in a few minutes." Before she could say anything else, Yu Se turned around and continued to suture Mo Jingyao's wounds.
It's just a little closer to being sewn.
Fortunately, it's a little cold in the basement. Otherwise, if it was a hot day and people were exposed to the sun with wounds, Mo Jingyao's people would be dead.
After all, this is not a sterile operating room.
If he hadn't been forced to do so, it would have been impossible for Yu Se to start the secondary suturing operation directly in the basement.
"Yes." Mo Yi responded neatly, standing tall and tall one meter away, guarding Yu Se and Mo Jingyao.
The metaphor continues to sew.
A shadow hit Mo Jingyao again, but this time, Yu Se was not worried at all.
This is Mo Er.
Mo Yi quietly guarded, while Mo Er quietly dragged away the man who had fallen to the ground.
Yu Se calmed down and received two stitches. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned around. He saw the man being dragged away, letting Mo Er drag him along like a dead dog.
But the ground where he was dragged was stained with a long strip of blood.
Yu Se was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mo Jingyao.
The man was still lying quietly on the bed, but the slightly raised corners of his lips were not the expression she had seen on Mo Jingyao before.
"You...you're awake?" Yu Se was completely stunned at this moment, standing there in a daze, somewhat unable to recover.
"Stitches." Then, in Yu Se's shock, the two soft and thin lips slowly opened as if they were bewildered, and his order was conveyed in an absolutely low and hoarse voice.
His voice was very low, but it didn't affect the aura in his bones at all.
There is no need to shout loudly, it is enough to make those who come towards him surrender unconsciously.
Then, Yu Se picked up the needle involuntarily and continued to sew, "Okay."
After two stitches, she regained consciousness. She jumped in surprise and took a step back, "You actually woke up a long time ago."
Yes, the pill she gave him was a local anesthetic. After the pill entered the abdomen, it happened to anesthetize the stomach and spleen, so if he woke up, he could move his hands.
Thinking of this, Yu Se's eyes slowly moved and finally fell on Mo Jingyao's hand.
She had held that hand countless times, and had it held back again.
Slender and powerful, with clear joints.
Every time she was held by him, she felt a thin electric current spread from her hands to her limbs and bones, and finally returned to her heart, leaving only an unstoppable pounding heartbeat.
At this time, that hand was holding a small slingshot-like launcher, but the grip was loose and the launcher might fall off and fall to the ground at any time.
Yu Se subconsciously reached out, and just when she was about to pick up the transmitter, she heard the man speak again, "Don't move, be good."
It was still a low and hoarse voice, so magnetic that it made Yu Se's heart tremble, and she realized that no matter how long they were apart, she had never forgotten him.
Not a single second was forgotten.
Even if he made her angry.
He also has the ability to make her heart beat faster as soon as he opens his mouth.
And that word 'good', as if cast by magic, made her stop her hand obediently and just stand there and look at him obediently. Then, her beautiful eyes were covered with mist.
Layer of water mist.
He was so injured that he had just activated the launcher in his hand and shot the man without his life. Otherwise, I am afraid that the first person to be injured would be her in front of his bed.
"Stitches." The man looked at her quietly for a few seconds, then blinked helplessly and whispered.
In fact, to say it in a low voice is a bit too much.
Yu Se didn't hear Mo Jingyao's voice at all, but saw his lip shape, which was guessed by lip reading.
Then, I suddenly woke up and started to continue sewing.
This time, she tried hard to get rid of distracting thoughts and stitched seriously.
It has been interrupted several times. If it is interrupted again, Mo Jingyao can bear it, but she will not be able to bear it.
Although he had local anesthesia and no pain, it was not good to keep the wound exposed to the air.
Three minutes later, Yu Se finally finished sewing and quickly tied a knot. He looked up at Mo Jingyao again. His face was pale and white, but his eyes were still as bright as black stone as before.
Then, when she met his eyes, her face suddenly turned red.
Inexplicably, he felt that maybe he woke up when she gave him the pill.
"You've woken up a long time ago, haven't you?" Kususu thought, so she asked.
If so, this man is too bad. She obviously put the pill to his lips, but he didn't take it.
Well, he didn't eat, he just tricked her into using her lips to penetrate his mouth...
When he thought of this, Yu Se's face turned even redder, and he lowered his head in confusion, never daring to look directly into Mo Jingyao's eyes again.
He was obviously injured, and it was still a serious injury. Now if she pinched him and hit him, it would be easy and he would not even be able to resist.
But she actually became timid in front of him.
I'm so cowardly that I don't even dare to look at him.
"Haha..." Just when Yu Se concluded that Mo Jingyao's body was now a worm, his little hand was actually held.
The owner holding her hand was naturally Mo Jingyao.
"You..." She raised her big watery eyes in shock, her IQ dropped to zero as she faced him.
"Get out." Then, a man's low and steady voice was heard.