Mo Yurou heard the harsh honking outside the car and saw the ferocious expressions of the drivers of the passing cars. She immediately sat up straight, looked at Xiao Zichen, and said angrily.
"Xiao Zichen, what are you doing? Let's talk about it when we get back."
As she said that, Mo Yurou kept staring at Xiao Zichen, her eyes distant and her expression cold.
Xiao Zichen looked at Mo Yurou's cold expression and felt extremely irritated. He swallowed back the words he wanted to say in Mo Yurou's cold eyes.
After that, Xiao Zichen restarted the car and drove towards Huating Mingyuan. Along the way, the car reached a speed of 100 per hour. Mo Yurou's heart was hanging in the air and she clutched the seat belt tightly without saying a word.
When we returned to the apartment, it was already past nine o'clock, and the dinner made by Wu's mother was cold. When she heard the door open, Wu's mother came out of her room with a worried look on her face.
"Miss, why are you back? Where have you been?"
At eight o'clock, Wu's mother called Mo Yurou when she saw that Mo Yurou and the others had not come back. Mo Yurou just said she would call back later, and then hung up the phone.
While Wu Ma was nagging, she went into the kitchen and reheated the dishes.
"Miss, be sure to call me in advance when you come back later so that I can cook dinner for you later."
Mo Yurou changed her shoes, saw Wu's mother busy in the kitchen, and said in a low voice.
"Wu Ma, you go and rest, I'll do it myself."
With that said, Mo Yurou took the bowl from inside.
Wu Ma was about to say no, but when she turned around and saw the gloomy expression on Mo Yurou and Xiao Zichen's face, she put down the things in her hands and walked towards the kitchen door.
Before leaving, Wu Ma glanced at Mo Yurou with some worry, and Mo Yurou said something when she saw this.
"Wu Ma, I'm fine."
When Mo Yurou said this, Wu Ma became even more worried and gave a warning before leaving.
"Let's talk about it if we have something to do."
After that, Wu Ma went back to her room.
Xiao Zichen stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Mo Yurou's busy figure, hesitated for a moment, walked over and asked.
"How can I help?"
Mo Yurou glanced at Xiao Zichen's crisp suit and said.
"No, just take the dishes and chopsticks and go to the restaurant to wait."
As Mo Yurou spoke, her hands never stopped.
Ten minutes later, Mo Yurou brought out the hot dishes, and Xiao Zichen had already filled them with rice.
After Mo Yurou sat down, she said lightly.
"Eat, let me take a look at the wounds on your body later."
Even though she had made a decision in her heart, Mo Yurou was still worried about Xiao Zichen's injuries. Jiang Moyao's excited reaction just now, but Xiao Zichen kept stopping her, must have hurt the wound.
Xiao Zichen heard this and wanted to speak, but when he saw Mo Yurou lowering her head, she could only give up the idea.
The meal was completely silent. Neither of them had much appetite. Mo Yurou only took a few bites of the bowl of rice in front of her and then put it down.
"You eat slowly. There's no need to collect the food. I'll take a shower first and change your dressing later."
After saying that, Mo Yurou left the restaurant and returned to her room.
As soon as Mo Yurou left, Xiao Zichen lost his appetite. Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, he sighed softly and left the restaurant and returned to his room.
The bathrooms of the two rooms were connected together, and the two of them took a shower almost at the same time, but now Xiao Zichen's movements were much faster than Mo Yurou's.
When Mo Yurou came out of the bathroom, she found Xiao Zichen sitting at the end of the bed in her room wearing a nightgown and holding a medicine box.
The moment she saw Xiao Zichen, Mo Yurou subconsciously pulled up her pajamas, then hurried to the dressing room and put on a pajamas before walking out.
"Didn't I ask you to wait in the room?"
Xiao Zichen suddenly appeared in Mo Yurou's bedroom, which made her a little uncomfortable.
Xiao Zichen didn't say a word, stood up directly, took off his nightgown, and exposed his entire back.
Mo Yurou frowned when she saw the blood-oozing gauze. Then she saw Xiao Zichen's left arm. The gauze on it had been torn off by Xiao Zichen, and there was a small tear in one of the original scars on the wound.
Seeing this, Mo Yurou no longer cared about Xiao Zichen coming to her bedroom. She walked over and started to re-bandage Xiao Zichen's wound.
"The wound is stained with water again, Xiao Zichen, why don't you be more careful? It's winter, so you don't need to take a shower every day."
Mo Yurou had reminded her before, but this guy had forgotten everything after just one day.
Xiao Zichen listened and replied lightly.
“The hospital smells like disinfectant and it’s unpleasant.”
When Xiao Zichen said this, Mo Yurou couldn't argue. She knew that Xiao Zichen had a slight mysophobia.
"Be patient."
The wound on her back was a little inflamed due to being soaked in water, so Mo Yurou needed to squeeze out the thick water inside.
With that said, Mo Yurou began to clean the wound. Mo Yurou's movements were already very gentle, but at that moment, Xiao Zichen was still very smart from the pain.
"Can you hold on?"
The purulent area must be squeezed out, otherwise the inflammation of the wound will become more and more serious. Seeing Xiao Zichen's face change in pain, Mo Yurou couldn't bear it.
After Xiao Zichen heard this, he directly picked up a roll of gauze on the side, bit it in his mouth, and said.
"continue."
Seeing Xiao Zichen's persistence, Mo Yurou could only continue, but her movements were much faster than before.
When everything was taken care of, Xiao Zichen was covered in sweat again, and Mo Yurou was not much better. Xiao Zichen was sweating from pain, but she was nervous.
"It's best not to take a shower tomorrow. Let's wait until the wound is scarred before washing it."
Mo Yurou said while packing the medicine box.
Xiao Zichen was lying on the bed. He was in too much pain just now and was still a little tired. He was lying there in a state of exhaustion. Hearing Mo Yurou's instructions, he just nodded lightly.
After Mo Yurou finished cleaning up, she saw Xiao Zichen still lying on her bed. She frowned, walked over, covered him with her nightgown and said.
"Can you get up? It's getting late. You should go back to the house and rest quickly."
After saying that, Mo Yurou turned around to leave. Xiao Zichen grabbed her hand. Mo Yurou was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Xiao Zichen.
At this time, Xiao Zichen's face was still a little pale, but his eyes were extremely hot.
"Yurou, don't sentence me to death so quickly. Our relationship shouldn't end like this because of an outsider."
Finally, Xiao Zichen spoke.
One night, Mo Yurou had been trying to escape, but she could not escape after all. Xiao Zichen was the kind of person who had to solve problems on the spot and would never give Mo Yurou a chance to escape.
"Xiao Zichen, let go first."
Just now, because Xiao Zichen suddenly held her hand, Mo Yurou lost her balance and sat directly on the bed. Xiao Zichen also took advantage of the situation and rested his head on Mo Yurou's lap. The two people's posture at this time was actually very intimate.