Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

Wen Yi stood still, stiff and without any reaction, because she didn't know how to react, and she didn't know what to say.

Mo Shichen didn't mind her non-response, so he took the opportunity to kiss her on the face, "It's cold outside, I'm wearing a little thin, let's talk when we go inside, huh?"

She still didn't respond.

But at least he didn't shake him off, and he didn't reject him explicitly. Mo Shichen took her hand, and turned around to walk her back.

Although Wen Yi was somewhat reluctant and walked slowly, she did not withdraw her hand in the end.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt warm in no time. Wen Yi took off her coat, lowered her head and slowly changed her shoes.

"Cough...cough cough,"

Wen Yi was startled, and when she looked up, she saw that the man had already taken off his coat, and was slightly bending his shoulders, coughing intermittently in a low voice, trying to hold back but couldn't, the worst part was that when he coughed, his chest would vibrate, causing the wound to follow. pain.

He was always elegant and handsome, and even now he just frowned.

Wen Yi said to Su's mother who was worried, "Go get a cup of hot water."

"Hey, okay." Mother Su hurried away.

The man's cough didn't last long, he quickly calmed down, and smiled gently and indulgently at her, "It's almost seven o'clock, go eat something first?"

"Is this a complication caused by the repeated deterioration of your injury?"

"Maybe, but it's nothing serious. It's not as hot as it was in the morning. Don't worry."

Wen Yi took a step forward, shortened the distance with him, stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, and said after a while, "It still seems a little hot, did you take antipyretics at noon?"

"ate."

She hummed, "What did the doctor say."

It was rare for Mo Shichen to answer someone's question patiently and kindly. His voice was low and gentle, "If the fever subsides after tonight, it should be fine. If the fever persists, you must go to the hospital."

She withdrew her hand and glanced at the shirt on his body. Although it wouldn't be cold in a well-heated room, but just now he just approved a coat and went out. Obviously, it is easy to aggravate the high fever. Fortunately, he only stood for a few minutes.

Wen Yi looked at the man's handsome face and his gentle gaze at her, she took back what she wanted to say, avoided his gaze and said, "If you haven't eaten, go to dinner first."

"it is good."

She turned around first and walked towards the restaurant.

Mo Shichen watched her back deeply, and followed her with a distance of half a meter.

Mother Su brought the poured hot water to the dining table.

In the process of eating dinner, Wen Yi could finally confirm that this man was not pretending. He didn't have a good appetite, and he ate extremely slowly. His brows were furrowed, occasionally stretched, but most of the time they were furrowed.

Mo Shichen didn't open his mouth to speak, and spent about three percent of his energy on eating, and seven percent on observing the woman sitting opposite him restrainedly and nonchalantly.

Like a kind of tacit understanding, each other tacitly finished the meal peacefully, until Wen Yi put down the knife and fork after eating, and the man who had no appetite in the first place also ended after she finished the meal,

Wen Yi wiped her lips while lowering her eyes and said lightly, "I don't think your situation is very bad now, you can still walk around and eat normally, don't take a bath at night, if you really feel uncomfortable, use a wet towel to wring it out." Just wipe it off after it dries, if the wound or fever continues to be serious...you are an adult, you should go to the hospital honestly when you are sick, this is a mature performance, not just trying to be brave."

"I don't like hospitals."

"Who would like it?"

The man paused for a moment, then said with a light smile, "I don't like it because if you don't go to the hospital, you won't die or become disabled, so there's no need to go."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him, speechless for a moment.

She didn't know what to say, and there was something in her heart, so she stood up and said, "It's nothing, I'll go back."

She seemed to come here out of nowhere.

She didn't know why she came, there was no reason.

"Yi'er," the man called out to her.

She looked back at him with an obvious expression, waiting for his next words.

His thin lips curled slightly, and he stared at her with thick and clear eyes, and stated clearly in a low voice, "You should know that I will never let you go this time, huh?"

"Are you trying to tell me that I came here by mistake?"

"No, because if you don't come, I won't let you go."

"..."

Wen Yi looked at him for a long time.

It was still Mo Shichen's face, although it was pale and weak, but his usual calmness and determination were in his eyes, as if there was no possibility of escape from what he was targeting.

She bent her lips and said, "Mo Shichen, there is a very vulgar saying that the body is the capital of the revolution. If you want to get me, you should raise your body and chase me. I really can't mention it to a sick person." Interested, now I'm afraid that you will bump into it, it's really annoying, and I'm afraid that your unhealed injury will be pushed by me and you will be critically ill-even though you put the gun yourself, you deserve it if I push you .”

Mo Shichen raised his eyebrows high, and his face seemed to change, "Are you allowing me to chase you?"

"..."

"I won't allow you to stop chasing?"

The corner of the man's lips curved deeply, "Whether I chase or not is my business, whether you are willing...that's another matter."

Wen Yi suffocated for breath, this man really has the ability to shine immediately when given some sunshine, she just loosened the gap a little bit, and he is about to open a big hole for you.

What she said, a normal person's understanding and focus should be - to let him stop using his body as an object.

She pursed her lips, turned her face and said, "Then you take care of yourself, I'm leaving."

"Yi'er."

"..."

"The one surnamed Shen is about to be discharged from the hospital, so ignore him."

"..."

How can I say that she has a better relationship with Shen Yu than with him? This man is really, how shameless?

Mo Shichen then stood up from his chair, "It's late, I'll ask the driver to take you."

Wen Yi subconsciously said, "No need, I drove here, I just drive back by myself."

"I didn't continue to follow up on Shen Yu's terrorist attack. He hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet. I don't feel worried about letting you go back by yourself so late. Be good, for your own safety, let the driver take you, baby, as you said, That's the mature choice."

"..."

He used her words to block her, but she really couldn't find a rebuttal for a while.

Forget it, it doesn't make much difference to her whether she drives by herself or the driver delivers her, whatever.

Mo Shichen's body is indeed better than when he had a high fever in the morning, but it's only in comparison, he is weak now, but he is trying to face her with a normal posture as much as possible——

A man's self-esteem is very treacherous. The serious wound he shot himself, the wound he dug with his own hands, no matter how anxious she felt, felt sorry for him, he felt at ease. .