An hour later, Nie Sheng brought a blond doctor. The doctor prescribed some medicine, ordered the nurses to prepare some hot porridge, and patted Qin Muxue on the shoulder comfortingly: "don't worry, she is fine.
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It was almost two o'clock in the morning when the doctor was sent away. Qin Mujie felt a little tired, so he went to take a bath first. After taking a bath, he felt uneasy and returned to Xia Tong's bedroom.
In the soft and warm light of the wall lamp, Xia Tong slept peacefully. Her long black hair covered half of her pretty face, and her thin chin was charming. How could such a weak body have such great courage?
Dare you go against yourself like that?
Qin Muzhen suddenly became curious. He stepped forward to lift the quilt, lay down in it, and hugged her into his arms.
"Mom..." Xia Tong, who was sleeping, seemed to sense something, and hugged his neck with her backhand, like a twist, fitting every inch of his body.
"Mom...it hurts..." Xia Tong put her lips to his mouth and murmured.
Qin Mu hesitated for a moment, then sucked her lips, opened her teeth in a gentle way, and tasted all her beauty. Then he hugged her harder.
With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the rare silence and tenderness between him and her.
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The slightly cyan morning light filtered in through the gaps in the white gauze curtains, illuminating a quiet and beautiful face.
Xia Tong woke up in such warmth. When he saw the tall man standing next to the bed, his beautiful face was so frightened that his blood turned pale: "You——."
She rolled up the quilt warily, covered herself in front of her, and hid in the bed.
Ignoring the deliberate warning in her eyes, Qin Mushi stepped forward and asked with a rare good temper: "Do you want to eat?"
"No!" Xia Tong refused simply.
Suppressing his anger, Qin Muzhen said nicely: "You haven't eaten for three or four days, and you had a fever all night yesterday. If you don't eat something, your body will not be able to hold on."
"You don't have to worry about it!" Xia Tong threw a pillow at him: "Get out, get out!"
"Xia Tong!" Qin Mujie climbed onto the bed. Seeing that she was trying to hide, he quickly grabbed her ankle with his hand and pressed her down with his body: "What do you want?!"
Xia Tong couldn't get away at all costs, and actually cried aggrievedly: "I want to leave, I want to leave here... I don't want to stay here anymore. Qin Mujie, can you let me go? I beg you, let me go."
Can you please me?"
Tears fell down like broken beads, and Xia Tong felt extremely wronged. Why her, why her? She obviously did nothing wrong? The injustice between them has never been her concern.
Why was she inexplicably involved and subjected to all these ravages and injuries? Why?!
"Really want to leave so much?" Qin Mucai paused, and finally reached out to touch his tears.
Xia Tong sobbed and nodded.
"Okay." He got out of bed, "I'll let you go."
The crying stopped, and Xia Tong looked up at him hesitantly, as if he didn't believe it: "Really?"
"Yeah." He opened the closet irritably, took out a dark gray shirt and put it on: "I'll let you go, but the premise is - you must first feed me well, take medicine, rest seriously, and get your body well.
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"Uh-huh..." Xia Tong kept nodding.
He took a handkerchief and wiped her dirty face from crying. He said in disgust: "She is dirty from crying and disgusting. Wash your face first, and then come out to eat."