"Does it hurt again?" Shen Mochen saw her big tears rolling down, his frown slightly relaxed, and with a slender and warm hand, he gently held Tao Zi without pain.
He knew whether he should touch his little hand on the head, thought about it, walked around to Taozi, and looked around.
I saw that on her smooth and fair forehead, the red spot had become darker again.
"Wait for me here for a while."
Shen Mochen left these words and turned around and walked out of Taozi's room.
After a while, he walked in with a wet towel in his hand, and then carefully placed the towel soaked in cold water on Tao Zi's forehead. His deep black eyes stared at Tao Zi intently.
I felt a cold touch on my forehead. There was still some pain when I first touched it, but after a while, the pain was not so obvious.
Taozi raised her head and looked at Shen Mochen's face under the light. His delicate brows were still slightly wrinkled. Those dark jade-like eyes were staring at him, with a trace of confusion and distress in his eyes. His nose bridge was straight and his lips were thin.
He clenched his fist tightly, and his smooth and white chin was slightly red from being hit by himself.
"Do you... still hurt?" Taozi pointed at his chin and asked in a low voice.
"Humph." Shen Mochen answered her with just one word, "What on earth are you thinking about? First you hit the door, then you hit me."
"I didn't think about anything..." Taozi smiled awkwardly. She couldn't say that she remembered the romantic novel that Zhao Xue read to her. The provocative words were somewhat similar to what he just said, let alone that she just read it.
His collar actually showed signs of magic...
Hey... Actually, some things are better not to be understood than to be understood...
If she didn't understand, she wouldn't have to feel nervous inexplicably when facing Shen Mochen.
But having said that, why doesn't Shen Mochen feel nervous when facing himself?
Taozi didn't notice that she was looking at Shen Mochen in a daze again.
Shen Mochen looked at Taozi's obviously unfocused eyes and her obviously wandering expression, and frowned. This guy started to wonder what he was thinking again.
The next day, when Taozi went to class with a big bag on her head, Zhao Xue and Ling Yun were really shocked.
"What's wrong, Taozi, has your husband committed domestic violence against you?" Zhao Xue took Taozi's hand, moved forward, carefully studied her big bag, and asked casually without any hesitation.
Tao Zi glanced at Zhao Xue sadly, thinking that it was not because of the romance novels you read to me that she was not as pure as before, wu wu...
"Taozi, what's wrong with your head?" Ling Yun asked in a gentle tone, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of distressed expression.
"It's nothing...that...mosquito bite..." Taozi smiled at the two of them, but after all, she still didn't have the nerve to say that she hit the door and hit Shen Mochen's chin.
"Mosquitoes?" Zhao Xue stared at her with eyes wide open and looked at her with an incredulous expression: "It's not summer yet. Where do mosquitoes come from? How big of a mosquito can it bite you on your forehead?
Bag!!”
"Hehe...hehe..." Taozi smiled awkwardly and casually made up: "Mosquitoes that have been hungry all winter are more ferocious..."
