He Is Warmer Than Time

At Mid-Levels Villa, Dr. Chen is helping Qin Mo treat the wound on his neck.

"Young Master, your wound is quite deep."

Qin Mo was expressionless, just sitting on the sofa, frowning, he was a little upset, but he couldn't say what annoyed him.

Dr. Chen continued: "It's incredible that a little girl with no hands and a high fever can actually hurt the young master like this."

Qin Mo glanced over with cold eyes: "What do you want to say?"

Dr. Chen hurriedly smiled and said, "Nothing, I didn't want to say anything. I just want the young master to pay attention to his own safety. If this girl's glass is slanted by one point, it will hurt your carotid artery."

Qin Mo's tone was a little frustrated: "You should know that I don't like talkative people."

Dr. Chen's hands became swift, and he treated the wound well, put a piece of gauze loosely on it, and then packed the medicine box on the side: "Young master, I have to go up and see how Song Ran is going. ."

"You don't have to go, I'll just go."

He first went back to his room and changed his clothes, threw the **** white shirt into the trash can, wiped the blood on his face, and turned to Song Ran's room.

The sun was good, the curtains were drawn, and the room was a little dark. She lay quietly on the bed.

He slowly approached, then sat on the chair next to the bed, looked at the person on the bed, his face seemed not so red, he put his hand on her forehead, it was still hot, but not as scary as it was just now.

The person under the big hand sighed softly, as if feeling comfortable, she muttered: "Jingxing...Jingxing..."

It was her husband, the head of the group named Gu Jingxing.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but was caught by her. She dragged his hand like a cat and hugged his hand in her arms. She seemed to rely on him very much, and her voice was weak: "Jingxing, don't go... don't go……"

She closed her eyes and tears came out, causing him... to stop, just let her hold his hand without moving.

As if time was still halfway, the fragile girl held his hand like this, relying heavily on his appearance, making him forget the darkness, killing and blood.

What flashed through his mind was that he seemed to know why she is still alive and why he didn't kill her.

From noon to three in the afternoon, she slept very deeply. During this period of time, the room was quiet, the whirling shadows slowly moved westward, and the shade of the trees was whirling and mottled. Such quiet beauty should not belong to him. .

The person on the bed moved slightly, frowned slightly, and his eyelids moved slightly.

He doesn't want her to wake up. When she wakes up, she is in a state of turmoil. She is still a little bit cute when she is asleep, like a small animal...

But she woke up after all, so he quickly withdrew his hand and pushed her away.

Quiet and Beautiful disappeared the moment she opened her eyes to see him clearly.

As if it was Alice in Wonderland, Qin Mo felt endless aftertaste, greedy for the short and long three hours of harmonious coexistence.

The moment Song Ran saw Qin Mo clearly, his first reaction was panic, fear and fear. These emotions were all written in her eyes. Qin Mo didn't like the look in her eyes. He didn't like her and fear him.

Song Ran got up quickly, Qin Mo frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Song Ran looked at the needle eye on the back of his hand and stared at him defensively: "What did you do? What did you do to me?"

"What can I do to you?"

"Did you inject me with drugs?"