Chapter 307： Chi Huan, do n’t go, you can only sleep in this bed (1/2)
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She heard and did not forget what he said in her ear last night.
He ”accused” that she didn't care about his injury.
Men will be so contradictory. He cares about his injury. He doesn't want her to watch, because he is worried that she will be sad.
When he hurt her, she was ”indifferent,” and he would be even more frustrated. Instead, he wanted her to take a look.
Of course, even if he is lost, Mo Shiqian's temperament, he will never intentionally let her see it.
It's just that she hasn't even asked the last sentence since he came back, and naturally he will not deliberately wrap himself tightly.
In the silence, Mo Shiqian stared at her face with deep eyes.
Before Chi Huan's gaze passed on the scar, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then opened her eyes, restored her expression, raised her eyes and asked, ”When are you ... A knife? ”
He said lightly, ”I went to the slums and encountered a robbery on the road.”
Chi Huan lifted his eyes, ”When can a weak chicken reach the robbery to draw a knife on you?”
The man still understated, ”The injured person happened to be away from the bodyguard.”
In this case, Chi Huan was basically unbelieving.
When he first went, he needed a wheelchair, and as long as he could move his hands, she didn't believe anyone could poke the knife on him.
Knowing that he wouldn't say if he asked him, Chi Huan coldly threw down a sentence ”Don't kiss me any more” and lay down with the lights off.
She held the quilt and slept on one side.
In the darkness, Mo Shiqian looked down at her for a long time, and then lay down.
It was just lying beside her and hugging her directly.
The man's breath envelops her all around, getting too close.
”Hot, uncomfortable, let go.”
”Turn the temperature down.”
”It will be cold.”
”I hold you.”
”heat.”
Quiet for a few seconds, ”So, do you choose cold or hot?”
Even when talking, the man's lips were all sprayed into her cochlea, which was originally a sensitive place, and itched her with a slight shudder.
She whispered coldly. ”It's just right, don't hold me and you'll be comfortable.”
Mo Shi modestly said, ”You didn't like to hug me the most before. Are you unhappy if you don't?”
”I don't like it now. Can you be so thick-skinned?”
”I will hold you.”
Chi Huan forbeared for a while.
But I couldn't bear it.
It's really unbearable.
”Mo Shiqian, do you know you can't sleep because you hold me so?”
After a while, he mumbled, ”I can't sleep.”
”Then you're not loose?”
Instead of loosening, the man hugged tighter, breathing deeper, and his voice was hoarse, ”Huanhuan.”
”Mo Shiqian, you ...”
His burning breath almost burned her skin. ”You know, I have endured it for a long, long time.”
It's been a long time, a long time, and it took three times to indicate a long time ...
She knows it for a long time, almost a month, and has broken his record since opening.
Chi Huan's fingers clenched the quilt and said coldly, ”I can't, you can't help but go and find another woman.”
She was guilty before saying this.
He even thinks that he dare to say so is fearless.