Helping him to the recliner, Huanhuan was still worried, "Should we call a doctor? The way you looked just now was very dangerous."
He shook his head.
"Then I'll go and tell Sister Zhong first."
She turned around, but his hand was grabbed by him with such force that her wrist hurt.
"No."
Huanhuan glared at him, "It hurts!"
His red eyes fell on her slender white wrist, and he slowly let go. Sure enough, there were several distinct fingerprints left on it.
Huanhuan huffed in distress, and from time to time she would stare at him plaintively, "It's true that your good intentions are not rewarded."
"Why don't you ask?" Mo Jia looked directly at her, his blood-red eyes, at this moment, seemed to have a trace of emotions that others could not understand, deep emotions that he had buried.
"It's enough to know that you are a human being." Huanhuan said proudly, "After all, I am also a quasi-veterinary surgeon. What kind of mutated animals have I not seen?"
Mojia frowned when he heard her comparing herself to small animals.
Huan Huan suddenly looked at him carefully and commented very pertinently, "To be honest, you are more handsome like this!" Thinking of something, she snapped her fingers and her eyes lit up, "That's right.
Like Sesshomaru!"
The same aloofness, the same indifference, the same invincible handsomeness!
Mojia's eyebrows tightened, and the look in her eyes added a touch of strangeness, "Who is he?"
"Sesshomaru is my most favorite man in the world!" When mentioning Sesshomaru, Huanhuan's eyes flashed with love, "He has great martial arts skills, is both good and evil, and has a smart mind. Moreover, he is very
Dedicated!"
Seeing her beamingly describing the other man, Mojia's eyes became much colder, and he turned over and said, "You are so noisy."
Just as she was talking about Huan Huan in high spirits, she was poured cold water on her from head to toe. She curled her lips and said, "Tch, you're the one asking me if she's okay?"
Hurt your self-esteem.
"I am leaving."
"How dare you." Mojia raised his eyebrows, turned his head and glanced at her, "I'm not feeling well yet."
Huanhuan was very positive, "I'm going to find Sister Zhong."
"I told you, you stay." It seemed like it took a lot of effort to say another word to her. He closed his red eyes and turned his head again.
"It's so unpleasant!" She cursed bitterly, and Huanhuan reluctantly sat next to her. But as soon as she thought of Lord Sesshomaru, she couldn't help but look at his silver hair a few more times, and the more she looked at it, the more she looked at it.
I liked it, so I quietly touched it with my little hand, pulled a strand of it and played with it between my fingers.
Wow, it's like touching Sesshomaru-sama's hair.
That feeling...
"If you dare to touch me again, I will chop off your hand."
The cold voice poured ice water down again.
"Who, who cares! Ah"
Huanhuan pulled away her hand and snorted, thinking in her heart that it would be nice if she had scissors.
For some reason, when she saw Mo Jia like this, not only did she not feel scared, but all her previous fears were wiped away. Therefore, when she heard his bloody threats, she was not afraid at all. She knew that this man
Just talk.
Maybe, because I saw his vulnerable side?
Her fingers touched her lips, and the touch from before was still there, a little numb and tingling.
Without warning, her heart beat faster when she thought of that instinctive kiss...