"I know that my father's biggest regret in his life is that I am a girl." Mo Bei smiled self-deprecatingly, "I want to let him know that marriage is not the only way for women. As long as I want, I can also be like this.
He also stands alone."
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, "Are you blaming your godfather for giving me something that should have been yours?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Mo Bei smiled and gave him a roll of his eyes. After a moment, his face returned to calm, "I just thought that I could help him like you."
"If you are worried about marriage, then there is no need." Mo Wen said.
"What do you mean?" Mo Bei asked in confusion.
"The man who wants to marry you is already dead, so..." Mo Wen shrugged, "You don't have to worry about him forcing you to retreat."
"Dead?!" Mo Bei looked surprised and turned around. She looked at Mo Wen critically, "Brother...it couldn't have been you, right?"
"Don't get me wrong, you should know that we only do legitimate business and never do that kind of thing!" Mo Wen waved his hands hurriedly, saying that the matter had nothing to do with him, "I also just got the news, I heard that it's a drug-sucking |
Overdose!"
Mo Bei nodded lightly, "That's good."
Mo Bei was indeed very resistant to the marriage arranged by her father, which was why she had escaped several times before.
"Anyway, you can relax now and don't have to work like this anymore." Mo Wen patted her arm gently.
"Hiss!" Mo Bei grinned in pain when he patted the wound, "Brother, please be gentle, it hurts me to death!"
Grasping her wrist, Morven raised his hand to push up the sleeves of her bathrobe. Looking at the large bruises on her arms, he just frowned in distress.
"Now that I know it hurts, why didn't I know to be careful before?" He complained, but his eyes were full of concern, "Have you applied any ointment?"
"Just painted it," Mo Bei said.
"Just applying ointment won't help, you have to push away the congestion." Mo Wen glanced at her and raised his chin towards the bed, "Lie down and let me relax your muscles."
"Thank you!" Mo Bei laughed and lay down on the bed. Mo Wen walked to her side and helped her massage the wound on her arm. "It will hurt a little. Just bear with it. It will feel good after the pain."
Helping her massage those tense muscles, Mo Wen did not dare to use too much force and carefully controlled the strength on his fingers.
Mo Bei enjoyed his service comfortably, "It's so comfortable. It's a shame not to be a masseur."
"Masseur?" Mo Wen stood up, pinched her calf, and used his palm to help her massage the calf muscles, "Except for you, no one in this world is worthy of my service."
"Ha..." Mo Bei smiled while lying on the bed, "Well, who called you my brother... Ah, it's so comfortable, I want to take a nap."
"Then sleep."
"Then I really have to sleep..."
Mo Bei said she was going to sleep, so she really closed her eyes and enjoyed his service. Soon, her breathing gradually stabilized.
Morven's palm moved up from her calf and landed on her thigh.
She was lying on the bed, with a beautiful arc on her back and waist.
Sure enough, she had quietly grown up without him noticing?!
Feeling her smooth and elastic skin on his fingertips, Morven's breathing became heavy unconsciously, and he did not dare to press it any further. He gritted his teeth and straightened up, taking a thin blanket and covering her body.
His eyes fell on her face, Mo Wen frowned slightly, but he couldn't help but bend down, raised his fingers to comb away some of her messy hair, and then stretched his fingers towards her cheeks.
