She got up from the ground very slowly, her eyes wide and misty, still half asleep and half awake.
"Ouch, my feet are numb. It feels so uncomfortable. Brother Qin Shi, please help me rub it."
Do you still think of looking for him first when you encounter something difficult?
Before Qin Shi agreed, Mu Mu suddenly reacted, jumped up and threw herself on Qin Shi's chest, "Brother Qin Shi, are you okay? Are you still alive? Wake up quickly." [
She shook helplessly for a few times, completely immersed in her own nervousness, and didn't even notice that the man beneath her had his eyes open all the time, looking at her helplessly and lovingly.
Tears are like broken pearls, falling drop by drop, flying everywhere.
Qin Shi felt the crystal clear liquid, scalding hot, falling on his body, and his skin twitched involuntarily.
"Stop crying." He suddenly dragged her into his arms, "I'm fine."
"Huh?" Mu Mu raised her little cat-like face and her eyes widened in disbelief, "Brother Qin Shi, you were seriously injured. I saw those people shooting you with arrows. There was a lot of blood. There was a lot of blood.
good--"
The cry stopped suddenly.
Through her teary eyes, she could clearly see his chest, which was smooth and strong without any strands. Not even a scar could be found, let alone a wound.
"Where's the arrow wound? Where did you hide it??" Mu Mu's face was almost all pressed against him, and the tip of her straight nose was right in the center of his chest, searching carefully inch by inch.
Her surprise didn't seem to be fake at all.
It seems that he is not the only one who has lost that most crucial memory.
His Mu Mu also knew nothing about it.
"Try to put away your tears first. You're not a child. You're crying so hard. It's so ugly." Qin Shi pointed to the small bundle placed in the corner and felt a little relieved. "Good boy, go get it for me over there."