"Let's just make do with it. When you feel better, we can have the Manchu Banquet."
It was a Man-Han banquet or something, but Mo Ye didn't care about him very much and quietly finished a small bowl.
After watching him finish eating, Zhou Mujin called the nurse to remove the food, then took a shower with her clothes in hand.
After she finished, she sat on the sofa and watched TV.
Mo Ye was lying on the bed in the middle of the night and joked: "Do you understand?"
Zhou Mujin shook his head. All of them were financial news experts, talking loudly about their own opinions. They used professional terms one after another, as if they were afraid that others would understand them.
Zhou Mujin shook his head calmly and said, "I don't understand."
Mo Ye said: "Then you still listen to it with so much interest?"
Zhou Mujin replied matter-of-factly: "It feels very profound."
In short, it was just pretentious. Mo Ye snorted in his heart and said, "I want to take a shower."
Zhou Mujin said: "Then I'll call the nurse."
Mo Ye shook his head and said, "No, you can wash it for me."
Zhou Mujin was stunned for a moment and refused without thinking: "I don't know how, so let's call the nurses. They are professionals. It would be bad if I touch your wound."
"No, just help me wash it." Mo Ye seemed to be having sex with him.
Zhou Mujin tugged at her lower lip twice.
"I really don't know how. Either you call the nurse. Or you don't even think about washing it."
The corners of Mo Ye's lips twitched twice, and he said provocatively: "If I want to take a bath, can you still stop me?"
Zhou Mujin looked at his face and said unceremoniously: "With your current condition, can you still get out of bed?"
Mo Ye stared at her with wide eyes, but because his face was too pale, he didn't look powerful at all. Instead, he looked pitiful.
Zhou Mujin looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but become happy and said, "Okay, I'll get you some water."
"That's pretty much it." Mo Ye was immediately satisfied.
Zhou Mujin went to the bathroom and poured water out, then took a dry towel, wetted it and said to him: "Pull up your clothes."
Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, staring straight at the towel in her hand.
Zhou Mujin sighed helplessly and said, "Don't you want me to wash it for you? If you don't want to, I'll call the nurse over."
It was just that, but when it came time to put it into practice, Mo Ye felt uncomfortable all over again.
Zhou Mujin seemed to have expected this scene, but she smiled gently and asked innocently: "What's wrong?"
Mo Ye took a deep breath, and a trace of blush seemed to appear on his pale face. At this moment, he didn't even dare to look at Zhou Mujin, but looked away awkwardly: "It's nothing."
Zhou Mujin nodded and said, "Since it's nothing, just take off your clothes." He said this briskly and naturally.
Mo Ye gritted his teeth and then gently opened his clothes.
Seeing how confused he was, Zhou Mujin couldn't help but laugh: "If you're not used to it, I'll call the nurse for you."
Forget about the generous and righteous look on his face, as if she was going to do something dangerous.
Mo Ye sneered and said, "I'm not."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took off her clothes generously.
Zhou Mujin's lips curled up, amused by his appearance.
He didn't know what Mo Ye was thinking, but he just felt that this person was asking for trouble.