If you don't want her to touch you, just say no, why bother being stubborn with him for a long time.
That's what he thought in his heart, but Zhou Mujin didn't want to conflict with him again. He quietly wiped off the sweat and blood on Mo Ye's body, then went to the bathroom and brought a basin of water out.
After wiping herself clean again, Zhou Mujin left.
Mo Ye lay quietly on the bed, completely motionless.
His face was still steaming and his body was red, like a newly cooked duck.
When the nurse came in for rounds and saw him like this, she thought the wound was infected and inflamed, and was so anxious that she almost didn't call the attending doctor.
The result of seeking death was that Mo Ye couldn't sleep well all night. As soon as he lay on the bed and closed his eyes, he couldn't help but recall it.
Zhou Mujin's fingers brushed against his body, and then he looked like a cooked duck, pulling up the quilt to cover his face.
It was so fatal that Mo Ye couldn't help but despise himself.
He also lived among thousands of flowers, but once he met Zhou Mujin, he looked like he was stunned.
Just to this extent, he couldn't bear it.
I don't know how much time passed, but Mo Ye still didn't feel sleepy at all.
He was lying on the bed tossing and turning, and just when he was about to call the doctor to prescribe sleeping pills, the door opened.
Zhou Mujin walked out in her pajamas, holding a water glass in her hand.
Mo Ye coughed and quickly looked away. He asked seriously: "What's wrong? Are you thirsty?"
Zhou Mujin looked at him in surprise. What time had it been? This patient was still not asleep.
Mo Ye probably noticed something strange in his eyes, and said quickly: "Well, I can't sleep, I'm thinking about something."
Zhou Mujin looked at it suspiciously. She nodded and went to pour a glass of water. When she came back and saw that he was still full of energy, she couldn't help but worry: "You should go to sleep. You are not feeling well yet. You need to rest now."
when."
"I know, you should go to bed quickly." Mo Ye avoided his gaze, and his whole body still showed a trace of weakness. If Zhou Mujin knew why he couldn't sleep, this person would definitely be cruel.
Ridiculing oneself.
Not to mention Zhou Mujin, even Bo Jinyan would probably laugh at him as a useless thing if he knew about it. He has reached this point and still can't pass the beauty test.
Zhou Mujin felt that he was weird, but after looking at him for a long time, she couldn't find anything wrong with him. After thinking about it, she said, "Then you should go to bed early. Good night."
"Good night." Mo Ye watched her go back to the room, then sighed, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and secretly mocked himself.
It's really useless. Zhou Mujin didn't do anything to him, but he could have such a big reaction.
Where has his concentration gone over the years? Did he run away from home?
Zhou Mujin obviously didn't do anything to him, yet he could still be teased like this.
Zhou Mujin had a good night's sleep, but Mo Ye was not so good.
The next day, when Bo Jinyan came to see him, he saw that he was smiling unceremoniously with two dark circles under his eyes.
Mo Ye rolled his eyes and explained to himself: "Nothing is wrong. I just can't sleep. The wound hurts a little."
Bo Jinyan snorted, making it clear that he didn't believe what he said.