Ning Tong'er wanted to struggle, but she heard his deep voice saying softly: "Don't move, let me hold you like this."
"I don't want you to hug me..."
Ning Tong'er still wanted to push him hard.
Although my strength is too small, I still have to work hard.
But her efforts were rewarded with a softer, more sinister voice: "Choose, let me hold you like this, or do you want me to carry you to the bed now, take off your clothes, and continue to molest the nurse?"
game……?
Ning Tong'er immediately stopped moving.
Not only did he not move, his hands and feet were arranged very neatly, like a child soldier.
Tsk, even though it was a result of threats, it was still better than nothing.
Murong Lie hugged her tightly, with a slight smile on his handsome face - it's not that he didn't know that she must be slandering him in her heart, but what the hell?
Being able to hold her, this little thing, is like finding a treasure that has been lost for many years, filling a gap, and I don't want to let go.
In the ward, in a room without lights, a tall and handsome man held tightly a delicate girl who was so slender that she could break it with one hand. The expression on the girl's face changed from resistance, confusion, to confusion.
A slight wavering.
But in the darkness, he didn't see it.
Even she herself doesn't know.
**After Murong Lie watched Ning Tong'er fall asleep, he lowered his head and kissed her peaceful sleeping face, then stared at her, and gently rubbed the parts of her face that were not wrapped in gauze with his slender fingertips.
Delicate skin.
Under the gauze, her face was covered with scars. Those scars on her body might not be too scary, but on her face they might be disfiguring.
Such a beautiful girl may become hateful. No one knows what will happen after the gauze is removed.
However, surprisingly, Murong Lie's heart was very calm and peaceful.
Even if her face was really disfigured, he thought, he wouldn't find it ugly.
"Boom, boom, boom".
Just when Murong Lie's budding feelings were growing infinitely in the darkness, there were two short knocks and one long knock on the door.
Murong Lie raised his head, stood up and opened the door.
Ananda bowed to him and said, "President, that man is here again, standing at the door of the hospital and refusing to leave."
Murong Lie's face hardened: "Let him stand while we go."
Ananda nodded in agreement and stepped aside to let Murong Lie take the lead in walking out of the ward.
Outside the hospital, it was raining heavily.
Under the sound of rain, a young man with blond hair and a handsome face hurriedly took out a transparent umbrella from the trunk of a black RV, opened it hurriedly, and ran all the way to where he was standing.
Behind the middle-aged man at the hospital entrance, he held an umbrella for him.
This young man is wearing a beige piping British suit, an exquisite silk white shirt with a bow tie at the collar, and a pair of baroque brown leather shoes. With his delicate and slightly childish face, he looks really elegant.
However, not only does he dress in a completely British style, but his appearance is also completely British.
Not only is his hair golden, but his eyebrows and eyelashes are also light golden. His eyebrows are deep and delicate, with a typical British melancholy temperament, which is an obvious British characteristic.