The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

You can see the wound after opening it.

A thick piece of scab had already formed on the arm, and part of it began to fall off, revealing the fresh and tender skin that had just grown, as if it would crack if touched.

And somewhere in it, because of the tossing just now, there is a trace of blood.

Bai Xiran was very annoyed.

He raised his head with dissatisfaction on his face, "What are you thinking in your mind? Are you really not as sensible as Xiaobao?"

"No."

Mo Junzhe denied it in a low voice, but finally there was more smile in his voice.

"Still happy? Why is the wound open, which makes you more comfortable than a good one?"

She babbled a bit.

Bai Xiran is actually aware of his problem, it's like the common problem of most women, and he can't stop talking about it.

Then he called the doctor to come up, "Go outside and re-treat."

"No need." Mo Junzhe took her hand and took the phone, "It's a small matter, don't come up."

The doctor was stunned there.

Call him to wake him up in the middle of the night, and let him go back as soon as he puts on his clothes.

There were only a few muffled hums, but the whole person didn't seem to react.

Living here recently, I really lost the energy I had when I was on duty in the hospital.

Yawned.

"Then I will continue to sleep, call me if something happens."

Hang up.

Mo Junzhe had already sat up, with the injured arm beside him.

No one touches it anymore.

No one would even think about touching him again.

And Bai Xiran restrained his emotions, raised his head to meet the eyes shining in the darkness.

Perhaps the enthusiasm in those eyes was too obvious, she blushed suddenly, and turned away her cheeks.

"Stare at me, sleep."

Mo Junzhe didn't object either.

And Bai Xiran had already lifted the quilt by himself and lay down again.

A two-meter-wide bed is enough for the two of them to sleep on, not to mention she always sleeps in the corner of the bed.

It's just that this direction is inconvenient for him...

Mo Junzhe walked directly to the bed, pushed her lightly, and pushed her in, "Madam sleeps inside."

"Ok?"

She was sleepy.

I really think this man is tossing, "What are you going to do? Don't you usually sleep there?"

"I want to sleep outside today."

Bai Xiran had no choice but to move inside.

The quilt moves with it.

Then it was lifted by the man, and the hot body got into it directly.

The temperature in the quilt suddenly rose, and an arm came across, directly pulling her into his arms.

"Don't hold it so tight."

"uncomfortable."

He refused to let go.

Bai Xiran still struggled.

Then I only heard a low and hoarse sigh from my ear, with some regret and helplessness, "I haven't hugged my wife to sleep for a long time."

The air suddenly suffocated.

Bai Xiyan's eye sockets were inexplicably red.

Why is she not.

Be it sick or angry.

It's always awkward.

Don't talk about sleeping together, even seeing each other face to face, it doesn't look good.

Mo Junzhe pursed his lips slightly, the strength in his hands finally relaxed a little, and he looked at her quietly with downcast eyes, with a touch of pity in his eyes.

"Go to sleep."

It's all over.

If you delay any longer, it will be dawn.

He could see the tiredness on his little wife's face.

There is a thick shadow under the eyes.

All of a sudden, all the questioning and suspicion, as well as the dissatisfaction hidden in the chest, disappeared completely.

Hugging is always the most healing act.

It always hurts.

He holds the girl he loves in his palm, never willing to let her suffer a little bit of grievance, how can he let her feel a little uncomfortable.