He has been taking care of himself since he was a child. He understands the warmth and warmth of human relationships at a very young age, and no one can be trusted.
The so-called relatives, the so-called adopted father, used him nakedly, nakedly, nakedly, and were the executioners who constantly imposed cruel trials on him, and he also completely hated this man and vowed to destroy this man.
of everything.
Ji Mo thought of Mr. Nie, and a dark mist formed in his eyes.
So no matter how dangerous the situation is, no matter how injured you are, the only one you can always rely on is yourself.
He has never needed anyone to take care of him, and no one has ever taken care of him. At this age, he has long forgotten what it feels like to be taken care of by others. Now that he is suddenly being treated so tenderly, this feeling...
Ji Mo felt confused in his heart.
This feeling is strange, but not annoying. On the contrary, there is a faint sense of expectation and a subtle touch!
He reached out his hand and stroked her fine and soft hair quietly, his eyes involuntarily filled with a hint of tenderness that he was not even aware of.
……………………………………………………
When Mu Baoer woke up, she found that she was lying comfortably on Ji Mo's bed, occupying the entire big bed. She was startled and couldn't help but widen her eyes. There was no one next to her.
Dizzy, she must have been confused by sleep and automatically climbed into Ji Mo's bed, then occupied the magpie's nest and kicked him down!
She hurriedly crawled to the bed to take a look. She couldn't help but frown. Where was the man? Isn't he too sick to be confused?
She quickly climbed down and scanned the huge room. She found that the floor-to-ceiling glass door was open. She walked out and saw Ji Mo sitting lazily on a wicker chair on the terrace basking in the sun. There was a plate of snacks on the small round table next to him.
, and a goblet of cold beer.
Hearing the voice, Ji Mo turned his head. His elegant face was still pale, but he was in good spirits. It seemed that a night's rest had restored a lot of strength to him.
"As someone who takes care of patients, you get up even later than the patients." He raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at her, his voice hoarse.
Mu Baoer blushed. It seemed that it was already 11 o'clock. It was indeed very late, but she couldn't be blamed. So many things happened yesterday. She kept changing ice packs for him in the middle of the night. He was so sleepy.
"You got up early yourself. How can a patient get up so early? Since you are sick, you should just lie in bed obediently." Mu Baoer glared confidently.
He fainted last night and was busy early in the morning. Can't this man take a good rest? Since he hasn't slept in a few days, he should take a good sleep now, otherwise his health will only get worse.
"Are you trying to teach me a lesson?" Ji Mo raised his eyebrows.
"How dare I!" But if he falls ill, he still has to take care of himself.
Mu Baoer thought for a while and then walked over, stretched out her hand, put it on his forehead and felt it. Although it was not as hot as last night, he still had a slight fever.
Ji Mo was startled when she touched his forehead so blatantly, but he did not slap her hand away.
"I still have a low fever. Do you want to call the doctor?" Mu Baoer asked.
"No need, this kind of trivial matter is nothing." He is not so delicate. It is not a big deal if he is shot. It is just a cold. Is it worth the trouble? This woman made such a fuss.