Soon, the nurse brought sobering pills and sleeping pills. She also boiled water, walked to Leng Yunlin's bed, and gently helped him up: "Yunlin, take the medicine."
Leng Yunlin said nothing and frowned, seeming very unhappy.
Mu Qingyu then asked the nurse to leave, and just as he closed the door, Leng Yunlin suddenly opened his eyes.
Mu Qingyu was stunned and looked back at Leng Yunlin, but he suddenly sat up and looked straight at her.
"What's wrong?" She glanced doubtfully, and Leng Yunlin suddenly spoke and asked, "Is the door closed?"
She took a look and saw that the door to the outer room was closed, and the small ward suite inside was locked.
"Go and lock it." He ordered her in a low voice.
Going to sleep? She walked over and plugged in the bolt. When she turned around, she saw that the medicine and water on the table had not yet been taken. She came over immediately and said, "Why don't you take the medicine? You will feel uncomfortable if you don't take the hangover medicine. Ah!"
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Before she finished speaking, her voice stopped suddenly, her waist was held by his arms, and her body suddenly fell to the head of the bed.
The pungent smell of alcohol, accompanied by the faint aroma of the man's cologne, surrounded her from behind. He casually stretched out his slender fingers and gently brushed her neck, as if he was exploring her neck.
wounds on.
When he opened his mouth, his voice was low and hoarse, like strong brewed coffee, with a smooth and rich taste.
"Is your injury...healed?"
She was stunned, but she didn't expect that Leng Yunlin actually remembered her injury! She was a little touched, and also had some--an indescribable feeling, as if she was resisting his warmth, but also as if she was about to indulge.
She nodded.
"Really?" His voice was a little unsteady, "Let me see."
She slowly turned around and untied the bandage in circles. The white gauze slowly peeled off on his fingertips. She looked at his face, which was flushed. He obviously drank too much, but he looked serious.
appearance.
At a later stage, I saw black medicinal stains on the end of the bandage. A strong medicinal smell spread out, covering the small wound on her neck.
"Does it still hurt?" He stretched out his fingers, and gently brushed her injured neck with his white fingertips. The slight tremor slid over, bringing a soft touch.
She shook her head and found that his eyelashes were lowered and his pupils were serious. Although the smell of alcohol was strong, it seemed that her whole body was soaked in the rich aroma of wine, bringing a soft touch.
"Don't do this again." Under the lamp, his handsome face was stained with a thin red, as dazzling as the morning glow. Slowly, circle by circle, he helped her wrap the bandage.
"You too, remember not to drink too much, it will hurt your health." Her voice softened involuntarily. At least, let him have a good rest first, and then she can go back to take care of Enen!
"Qingyu," his thin lips parted slightly, and a trace of obscure emotion seemed to slip through his clear eyes, "I want to sleep."
"Oh, let me help you take off your clothes." Although she had just taken off his coat, there was still a shirt and trousers left.
Gently taking off his shirt and trousers, leaving only the vest and underwear underneath, she stood up and said, "Take some hangover pills and sleeping pills, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable at work the next day."
She just stood up and planned to put on his clothes, but before she could do anything, Leng Yunlin pulled her back into his arms.