"What method? Tell me quickly!" Hope suddenly arose in Mo Jue's silent heart, and his purple eyes ignited with flames, which were the flames of excitement. In order to cure him, he was willing to try any method.
Claire looked at Mo Jue solemnly, "Sir, are you sure you really agree to everything."
"Don't talk to me, tell me clearly!" Mo Jue looked a little impatient because of his excitement. He wanted to know the extent of Ye Wei's injury and who could cure him, but Claire was hesitant. How could he not be angry.
Claire said: "A few years ago in India, I heard that a girl had her arm twisted off because she got involved in a partisan dispute. The entire arm was amputated. Three or four days later, Bai Ye actually reconnected her arm.
He went back, and it was no different from before, as if he had not been injured. This incident was very sensational at the time, maybe you can give him a try."
Mo Jue frowned, "The White Night of the No. 1 terrorist organization?"[
"Yes! His surgical skills are almost unmatched by anyone. Maybe he has a way to save Miss Ye Wei. He has a quirk. Although he is a doctor, he rarely treats patients. But Miss Ye Wei is also a member of the No. 1 terrorist organization.
They should have a good relationship and he will agree to heal me."
…
Claire said goodbye to Mo Jue and returned to the hospital. When he came in, he happened to see Ye Wei pulling her hair, frowning in displeasure, muttering something unknown. Looking at her back sitting quietly from a distance, Mo Jue felt a wave of heartache.
Pain.
She rarely sat so quietly.
He walked over, but her reaction was still very sensitive. Perhaps knowing her situation, she didn't even ask Claire what to say. She pointed to her hair and said, "I want to wash my hair."
The hair is so dirty!
Mo Jue was stunned. He thought she was going to ask about her leg injury. He had prepared a lot of comforting words. She didn't ask, so he breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed her hair which was indeed a little dirty.
He said, "I'll carry you upstairs."
"Wash here."
She didn't want to be bored in the room and went upstairs. She was probably upstairs that day and she was too lazy to let Mo Jue carry her up and down.
Without saying a word, Mo Jue took three large buckets of hot water to the garden. Ye Wei's eyes twitched, "Just use a pipe to connect the cold water, so what are you doing?"
The weather is so hot, it doesn't matter if you take cold water.
It was refreshing and cool, which was more comfortable, and he didn't have to run three or four times to get water. There was a faucet in the garden.
"Do you think you are made of iron? You are not well yet, why should you wash yourself with cold water?" Mo Jue couldn't help scolding him, and quickly brought the shampoo and towel.
Ye Wei was about to wash herself when Mo Jue hugged her, sat her on the stone bench, and said slowly, "I'll wash it for you, but your hands can't touch the water."
"..."
"What are you looking at?"
"No, can you wash it?"
Mo Jue, "Don't I have hair? Are you discriminating against short hair? Don't people with short hair wash their hair?"
Ye Wei, "..."[
Uh...well, she doesn't discriminate.
She just felt a little embarrassed to have a man wash her hair, which was similar to washing her underwear. Ye Wei would not say it, considering that her hands were really fragile and could not withstand the torture, and it was inconvenient to have one hand.
Ye Wei obediently lowered her head.
A smile appeared on the corner of Mo Jue's lips, and she gently smoothed her hair with a comb. After not washing it for many days, Ye Wei's hair was a little greasy, the ends were dull, it was not smooth to comb, and it was too tangled.
.
Mo Jue didn't even need a comb and used his hands to carefully separate her knotted hair.
"Weiwei, does it hurt?"
"It's okay." Ye Wei responded dully, "Beauty Mo Jue, if you wash like this, my waist will be broken and you will start." She couldn't help but curse.
After finally smoothing her hair, Mo Jue washed her hair carefully.
Ye Wei's face was a little hot, and his breath was very close, almost to her ear. Thinking of him washing her hair with concentration, she couldn't help but think of him washing underwear...
No matter how he continues, he is not far from the standard of a good man in the new century.
Strong fingers shuttled between the hair, gently massaging her scalp and rubbing her hair. The aroma of shampoo lingered lightly on the tip of her nose. Ye Wei suddenly liked this atmosphere...
Sweet and warm.
How long had she ever felt such sweet warmth?
Will it have unexpected effects if a woman takes it easy occasionally? If her leg hadn't been lame and her hand injured...such a scene would never have appeared in their lives.
Mo Jue...
She had made up her mind not to be entangled with him anymore, to stay away from him, and to forget each other in the world, but because of her physical inconvenience, she had been relying on him, so that Ye Wei had an illusion that if this continued,
Not bad for a lifetime.
But then she thought about being lame for the rest of her life, and she felt so broken...
She will go crazy.
Suddenly feeling him take a deep breath, Ye Wei was a little surprised. She suddenly lowered her eyes and saw that because she was crouching down, her collar was open again. It was fully open, and half of the softness was as soft as his eyes...
Depend on!
**, if you wash your hair, you can get free sex. Ye Wei adjusted the collar of her clothes up, and Mo Jue snorted, the benefit was gone, and couldn't help but mutter, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"Beauty Mo Jue, why does your tone sound a little pity?" Ye Wei smiled. Damn, squatting like this, she couldn't hold her collar steady, and the spring breeze on her chest couldn't be blocked.
Already...
Ye Wei simply let go of her hand and just looked at it. He was right, it’s not like she hadn’t seen it before...[
"Look, look, I'll give it to you for free. You can see it, but you can't eat it. I'm so greedy for you!" Ye Wei smiled charmingly, and Mo Jue put a heavy hand on her hand, grabbing her hair roots as a warning.
Ye Wei laughed...
She was not in the mood to make trouble with him. If she really wanted to tease him, she would surely make him burn with desire, but she would not be able to find a place to vent her anger.
Mo Jue rinsed her once and then washed her a second time. Ye Wei bent over and felt a little sore. She couldn't help but urge him, "Don't just look at my chest and forget to wash your hair. Hurry up, my waist is sore."
died."
"You usually have such good physical strength, but you're sore after just a few moments of hard work? You're such a loser." Mo Jue despised her, but quickly helped her wash off the foam. Ye Wei thought about their conversation carefully...