Ling Momo thought of the pills Li Qingshen secretly threw away yesterday, and couldn't help but pursed her lips and murmured to herself: "Such a big person secretly throws away pills like a child! Now!
I'm sick again, please be satisfied!"
Li Qing fell asleep and naturally ignored Ling Momo. She muttered to herself for a while and then changed the towel on his forehead. Underworld novel
Ling Momo was tortured like that by Enson last night, and she was a little tired today, so she lay on the bedside, her big eyes looking around Li Qingshen's room, and finally her eyes touched the person on the hospital bed |
When she saw him, her eyes couldn't help but tremble, and she stopped at his face.
Li Qingshen was sleeping, with deep eyes and long eyelashes, peaceful and silent.
The usual aloofness and arrogance has faded from between the eyebrows, leaving behind only a beautiful and pure outline, quiet and astonishingly beautiful.[
He was lying on the white bed, without any of the usual acrimony or aggression. Such a man was as fragile and beautiful as an angel.
Ling Momo couldn't help but feel a little dazed. She never thought that one day she would see Li Qingshen looking so helpless.
In her mind, that man, although extremely annoying, was really as powerful as a myth, aloof, excellent and wise, cold and ruthless, cold and mean, calm and calm, arrogant and arrogant. How could he be defeated by disease?
Perhaps because of this, she forgot that, although he was excellent and made people feel inferior, he was still just a human being.
One will have a crush, one will get sick, and one will faint.
Thinking of this, Ling Momo's heart trembled slightly and she stared at the man's face in a daze.
I don't know how long it took, but Ling Momo finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep on the bedside.
When she woke up again, it was already the next day. Ling Momo slept in that position all night, and her body hurt badly. She went downstairs to cook, ate some for herself first, put the rest in the incubator, and went upstairs.
, and saw that Li Qingshen was still sleeping.
She gently touched his forehead, and the fever subsided a little. Ling Momo breathed a sigh of relief, changed Li Qingshen's ice towel, and tiptoed out of his bedroom.
When Ling Momo went to Li Qingshen's bedroom again, he had already woken up, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, holding a wet towel tightly in his hand, and an unpredictable light flashed in his eyes.
The sunlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling window behind the big bed and hit him, forming a beautiful and thrilling picture.
Ling Momo blinked her eyes and called out: "Teacher, you
Li Qingshen turned her head and slowly shifted her gaze to Ling Momo. She was a little dazed. He blinked his eyes gently, and then his eyes gradually became focused, all focused on her face without speaking.
Li Qingshen's eyes were so hot that Ling Momo paused for a moment before she quickly lowered her eyes and said, "Are you awake?"
Li Qingshen nodded, still staring at Ling Momo closely.
Ling Momo stood a little uneasily, she bit her lower lip, suddenly thought of something, turned around and walked out.
Li Qingshen stared at the empty door, frowned, gripped the towel in his hand tighter, and his handsome face became a little erratic. ---
