No matter how Yu Mo screamed, Mu Tianqi was still asleep, as quiet as an angel, and her long eyelashes were like small fans, trembling slightly with her breathing.
Yu Mo spent a lot of effort before she pulled her hand out from under his body. It really hurt her to death.
She took the quilt and pillow and put them on the sofa. Then she thought of something and came to the bed again by some strange coincidence.
Her button was still under the pillow. She must not let Mu Tianqi find it, so she had to take it away while he was asleep.
Just as Yu Mo reached out to fumble under the pillow, Mu Tianqi turned over again. Fortunately, Yu Mo retracted his hand quickly, but the button was pressed underneath by him.
She could only stand there and became anxious. She reached out and pushed Mu Tianqi, but he was like a stone buried in the soil, and Yu Mo couldn't push it.
Yu Mo sighed silently and was about to leave when Mu Tianqi tilted her head slightly to the outside of the bed and vomited out.
After vomiting, Mu Tianqi felt better and turned her head to go back to bed.
Yu Mo actually didn't want to care about him, but it was so dirty that she couldn't stand it, so she took a towel from the bathroom and wiped the dirt from the corners of his mouth.
Then she carefully poured some hot water for him, washed his face, helped him take off his shoes, and tucked him in with the quilt.
After Mu Tianqi had finished cleaning up, she picked up the mop and broom to clean the floor.
Finally, half an hour later, Yu Mo lay down on the sofa comfortably.
She turned her head slightly and saw Mu Tianqi sleeping soundly.
Now sleeping soundly, there is no coldness all over his body. He is as beautiful as an enchanting fairy. His skin is good, and his eyes, eyebrows, nose, and lips are all like works of art.
He opened his lips and murmured softly. Although Yu Mo could not hear clearly, she knew that the person he was calling must be the person she loved very much.
Yu Mo looked at him carefully. In fact, sometimes, he didn't seem particularly annoying. In fact, he was also a very fragile person.
His heart must be riddled with wounds, and he wants to see others hurt to soothe his own wounds, so that he may think that he is not the most painful person in the world.
Is he using his cold exterior and disgusting look to disguise himself and protect himself?
The more Yu Mo thought like this, the more pitiful he felt.