With cold eyes slightly condensed, Long Qingtian walked to the window and opened the curtains with a swish.
The light from outside was dazzling.
When he saw the girl on the bed squinting her eyes in a daze, using her fingers to block the intense light and raising her head, Long Qingtian finally felt relieved.
Then he thought it was ridiculous. He had been in such dangerous environments when performing tasks. He thought he might never know what it was like to be nervous in this life.
But just now, I felt inexplicably nervous.
Feeling slightly relaxed, Long Qingtian noticed something strange.
The girl on the bed was sleeping in an inelegant posture, curled up without a quilt. Her legs were as white and bright as porcelain, glowing inexplicably under the light. Her whole body was bathed in the sun, her purity was interpreted to the extreme, and her whole body was exuding
With stunning charm.
There was a hint of frown in his eyebrows, which made the man's heart shrink.
With a tightness in his throat, Long Qingtian picked up the quilt and threw it on the girl. Even he himself couldn't explain why he cared so much.
Mo Jiu finally got used to the damn light, but when he saw the person in front of him again, he unconsciously curled his lips and muttered: "Hey, why did you come into my dream?"
Looking at her confused look as if she had forgotten everything that happened last night, Long Qingtian felt a little bit dumbfounded.
But Mo Jiu closed his eyes and still maintained the same posture: "I have to sleep for a while. It's hard for you to do it again."
After saying that, he smiled crazily.
Long Qingtian only felt his body stiffen slightly. He could feel the girl's attachment to him, and he could also feel that this attachment had exceeded the affection between brother and sister.
As he is six years older than the girl, he understands her little thoughts very well.
However, she is his sister.
She is ignorant, and he should have some sense of proportion.
Although the girl once told him that the rumor was false, she saw it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears...
He knew he should turn around and leave at this moment, but Long Qingtian unexpectedly squatted down at the head of the bed. He stretched out his hand to cover the girl with the quilt, but as soon as his arm touched her, he was tightly held by her soft little hand.
Looking up and seeing the girl's cunning eyes, Long Qingtian was stunned.
Suppressing his body's impulse, he stood up suddenly and held the girl in his arms. However, he couldn't help shouting: "Damn it! Why didn't you tell me you were sick earlier!"
Then he walked out in panic...
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quiet.
There was an eerie silence in the ward.
Mo Jiu felt that the smell of disinfectant was very pungent. She opened her eyes blankly and saw a pair of red eyes in the white ward.
The moment Mo Jiu opened his eyes, Mo Jiayi's eyes flashed with joy, then her eyes turned red, and she said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Jiu, you're awake! You're finally awake!"
Um, what's going on!
When had Lao Mo been so kind to me?!
Subconsciously looking around, he saw Jiang Li and Long Qingtian in the room.
Jiang Li's eyes were also very red, and he looked at her with pity.
Long Qingtian's face was still cold, and his deep eyes showed no emotion.
"Xiao Jiu, what do you want to eat? Mom will buy it for you." Mo Jiayi stretched out her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes with a very gentle expression.
Weird.
It's so weird.
Mo Jiayi's attitude towards her has changed too much, right?
Could it be that... she had some terminal illness?
Thinking of this, Mo Jiu widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Li.
Jiang Li immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak. It was obvious that there was something wrong in his heart.
Damn it! You can’t be so bloody!
She, what kind of terminal disease did she really have?
"Xiao Jiu, please speak, don't scare mom." Mo Jiayi reached out and touched Mo Jiu's forehead.
Mo Jiu looked at Mo Jiayi again, thought for a while and asked: "Old Mo, did... something happen to me?"
I wanted to ask if I was about to die, but I felt that the word "death" was too unlucky, so I asked more vaguely.
Mo Jiayi's eyes became redder and she retorted in a panic: "No, what can happen? Xiaojiu, don't worry, mom will do her best! Don't worry!"
