Lucky to Have You Till the End

Usually he looked cold and tough, as if he wouldn't fall when the sky fell, but now he was lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, lacking fierceness, only paleness and weakness.

No matter how powerful and invincible, people will have a vulnerable side.

This is how he fell ill.

Tang Xinyan has always been softhearted. She can ignore him when he is alive and well, but he is so sick that she can't even get out of bed, and she can't turn a blind eye.

Pushing the door open, she carried the porridge in.

Putting the porridge on the cabinet beside the hospital bed, Tang Xinyan looked at the sleeping man on the hospital bed.

His face didn't look good, he was slightly pale and haggard, the stubble on his jaw appeared, and Luo Tuozhong had a strong male charm.

He frowned, and she found that he always liked frowning whether he was asleep or awake.

Probably hide deep thoughts!

Standing on the side of the bed staring at him for a while, covering him with the quilt, and looking away, she was about to turn around and leave, suddenly her wrist was caught.

She was taken aback.

Did he wake up?

Before she could look at him, he suddenly pulled her onto him with force.

She clenched her hands into fists and pressed against his hard chest.

"Why are you here?" A man's low and gloomy voice came over his head.

Tang Xinyan's scalp was a little numb, she bit her lip, "I heard that your stomach is bleeding, so I made some porridge."

"Don't you want to be entangled anymore?"

The warm breath he spoke, sprinkled on her delicate skin, and her face was hot like a fire.

Indeed, she also hates herself like this.

Obviously he could not forgive him, but he was totally uneasy.

When I heard his stomach bleeding, I felt more nervous than anyone else.

This is probably the feeling of loving someone miserably. Sometimes, emotions are not under their control and control at all.

"Since you are okay, I will go now."

She tried to withdraw her wrist, but he held it tightly.

He looked at her with a deep gaze for a few seconds, and his clear voice softened a little, "Feed me."

Tang Xinyan, "You are fine with your hands."

Mo Chiwei stretched out his right hand that broke the skin on the wall last night and wrapped it in gauze, "I can't eat it myself."

"You can do it with your left hand."

Mo Chiwei looked at her with dark eyes, "Really?"

"No."

Wei Mo Chi rang the bedside bell.

After a while, the young nurse came in, "Mr. Mo, can I help you?"

If Mo Chiwei's **** thin lips evoked like nothing, "My hands are not convenient, can you feed me porridge?"

The little nurse blushed and said shyly, "Dang, of course you can!"

Tang Xinyan saw that Mo Chiwei, who had always been unsmiling, treats the little nurse with a friendly look, and asked the little nurse to feed him something, but she was furious.

But calm down and think about it. She doesn't want to interact with him anymore. Who does he let him feed and what does it have to do with her?

Isn't she going to cut off her feelings with him? She should leave, leave quickly, and never show up in front of him again.

After this thought came to her mind, she hurried out of the ward.

Seeing her leave, Mo Chiwei quickly opened the quilt and chased her out.

Tang Xinyan was held by Wei Chi Mo in the corridor. He ignored the eyes of others and directly embraced her in his arms.

He hugged her from behind her, his powerful body clinging to her back.

"Mrs. Mo, can't you see that I deliberately made you jealous?" His thin lips pressed against her ear, his voice was low and hoarse, "I would rather starve to death than let other women feed me."