you are a star

There were only two people left in the ward.

Without Liang Feicheng and Rong Chi here, Li Dongbai thought he would be more relaxed, but suddenly in such a quiet and delicate atmosphere, he suddenly felt a little at a loss.

Just like when a boy was alone with the girl he liked when he was a teenager, his every movement seemed extra stiff and cautious.

He is obviously 30 years old, so what the hell is he being hypocritical.

Li Dongbai despised himself fiercely in his heart, and then, he couldn't help the madness and joy in his heart.

"You're hungry, sit down and eat."

Breakfast was brought by Rong Chi after Chu Mo went for an examination. It was light food, which was good for the recovery of the wound.

Li Dongbai himself was hungry, and after he finished speaking, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

But a hand with white and slender fingers flitted from the corner of his eyes, and the morning sun shone in from the window, shining brightly on that hand.

Then, that hand grabbed the corner of the quilt and gently lifted it to the other side of the bed.

"You don't want your hands anymore?" Accompanied by a woman's slightly magnetic voice, with a rare gentleness, Li Dongbai clenched his fingers violently.

He looked up and saw that Chu Mo had already kicked a pair of slippers to the side of the bed, turned around and walked towards the dining table, without looking back, he said, "Both hands are injured like that, can you be a little bit more aware of your injuries?" ?”

Li Dongbai: "..."

Sure enough, tenderness and everything are illusions.

But why did he like it so much?

He smiled, put on his slippers, and when he stood up, he subconsciously supported himself with his right hand. The pain made his eyes stare, he hissed, and sat back down again.

Chu Mo frowned and looked back, narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed the corners of his lips, as if he was very sorry, and walked over.

Holding Li Dongbai's left arm, "I'll support you."

Li Dongbai was wearing a thin hospital gown, and the cool temperature of Chu Mo's fingers seemed to stick directly to his skin through the fabric. This similar feeling was more obvious and stronger than holding hands directly.

He was slightly lost in thought, and then heard Chu Mo urging him: "Hurry up."

Even though Chu Mo still had that indifferent look, Li Dongbai could still hear a bit of... coquettishness in her voice.

He was startled, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Chu Mo, but Chu Mo's face was still indifferent.

He really...doesn't have to be so narcissistic today.

Li Dongbai hummed, stood up with Chu Mo's hand, and then walked towards the dining table with Chu Mo.

The porridge and side dishes look very appetizing.

but……

As a wounded patient, Li Dongbai was very self-conscious. He looked at Chu Mo with a face full of embarrassment, and said, "How should I eat? The wound hurts so much."

Li Dongbai's words are pitiful.

But it was really painful. The gunshot wound was unusual. The pain was like lighting a fire in the wound and burning the flesh.

Normally, he would definitely bear it and not say such embarrassing words, but today Chu Mo is here, a lonely man and a widow, and he wants to create more opportunities to get along.

The third child has already paved the way for him, if he can't understand it, he deserves to be single.

Chu Mo glanced at his bandaged left hand, and the image of Li Dongbai cutting his thumb with a folding knife flashed in his mind. At that time, the man was almost insane. If Li Dongbai was forced to use force, he could not fake it. , so the thumb injury is also very serious.

She blinked her eyes, suppressed the memory forcibly, and then said lightly: "Hey, eat."

2 minute later.

Li Dongbai opened his mouth and took the first mouthful of porridge that Chu Mo personally fed him. The porridge was very fragrant and glutinous.

"Delicious." He looked at Chu Mo with a sincere expression on his face.

Chu Mo didn't buy his account, and said frankly: "It's not me who suffered."

Li Dongbai bent his lips and smiled, because it was you who fed it, and even simple food became extra delicious.

He took another bite and asked casually, "By the way, can you cook?"

Chu Mo gave a pause to the hand holding the spoon.

"Are you kidding?" Chu Mo scooped up a spoonful of porridge, handed it to Li Dongbai's mouth, and said, "Why should I learn to cook?"

It means no more.

Li Dongbai knew it in his heart, and said meaningfully: "I can cook."

"Fried eggs?" Chu Mo seemed to smile.

Li Dongbai looked at her curved red lips and long and curled eyelashes, and also smiled, "You still remember."

It was in the old bungalow. Back then, he handcuffed Chu Mo to the old bungalow for one night. When he woke up naturally the next day, on a whim, he fried poached eggs for Chu Mo.

At that time, Chu Mo also commented that his egg was not bad.

That's right, Chu Mo's original words were that his dick was good, he almost couldn't tell whether Mo was stating the facts or 'driving', after all, this woman was very good at flirting when she was in bed.

In such a relaxed atmosphere, it is easy to let go of your defenses, and the care you have been maintaining all along is also relaxed.

"I don't just know how to fry eggs. Although I'm not good at cooking, I can learn. I'll cook whatever you want in the future. You don't need to know how to cook."

After he finished speaking, he realized in a trance what shocking truth he had said, and he took a careful look at Chu Mo's face.

"I mean……"

"I mean, in the future, I might invite you to my home for dinner like my mother did. When the time comes, when I'm good at cooking, I'll make a table for you myself."

Chu Mo lowered his head, scraped off the warm porridge in the bowl, and said without raising his head, "Okay."

Li Dongbai quietly ate the porridge that Chu Mo fed him. He looked at Chu Mo's red lips so close, and remembered that the dream he had was in Chu Mo's room.

He kissed Chu Mo.

But he always felt that it was not like a dream, it was too real, the soft touch and the faint smell of blood were not like a dream.

But if you want to ask Chu Mo directly, if it is not true, Chu Mo will get angry, what should he do if he thinks that he thinks about it day and night, dreams and wretched?
He couldn't destroy the atmosphere that had finally eased. Chu Mo still had a lot of worries in her heart. She had faced a violent family since she was a child, and her resistance to love and marriage was engraved in her DNA.

The water flows slowly, and he wants to influence her bit by bit.

"Don't be so impulsive like last night. Bullets don't have eyes. If you don't dodge in time, your life will be in danger." Chu Mo's words brought him back from his thoughts.

He smiled and said, "Didn't I avoid it? My skills are still pretty good."

"I mean just in case." Chu Mo forcefully stuffed a mouthful of vegetables into his mouth.

Li Dongbai didn't hide, he chewed and swallowed with a smile.

Although he was injured, his death-defying heart was still ready to move. He looked into Chu Mo's eyes and asked, "If, I said, if, if, in case, I really died last night, what would you do?"