Chapter 451: Come kiss me, maybe it wo n’t hurt anymore

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It was almost at this time that she truly believed that he was really hurt and couldn't bear holding her from the living room to the bedroom.
After Mo Shiqian put her down, she walked around the end of the bed and returned to the bed.
After lying for ten minutes, the back injury really deepened because he was holding a heavy object, and he couldn't sleep anymore.
He closed his eyes, rubbed his hand, rubbed it for a while, then stopped, moved closer to the woman lying on his side, took her hand ... and replaced her own rub with her hand.
Slightly soft fingers, in fact, he would not have the power to master.
But that touch is fascinating.
Chi Huan closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and he used his hands without permission.
"..."
I don't know how long it took, Chi Huan was so sleepy that he slept over--
With only a little consciousness left, it felt like the man's lips were kissing her, eyebrows, cheeks, and flaps.
He was very light, and she ignored him, indulging herself into sleep.
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the next morning.
When Chi Huan woke up, he found himself entangled in a man like an octopus.
She froze, letting go of her hands, and the man's slightly gloomy voice had sounded, "Wake up? Leave my waist."
Chi Huan immediately got up, and was very embarrassed that he actively tangled and used him.
But soon, she asked with a sullen face and lips, "I'm obviously sleeping on the sofa. How did I get to the bed?"
"You just ran to bed, you crawled on me."
"..."
"It must have been you who got me to bed in the middle of the night."
"I didn't let you crawl onto me and hug me and refuse to give up."
No wonder Mo Shiqian's grievances are deep.
Chi Huan usually sleeps with a teddy bear. Even if she goes out to film or catch a notice to sleep in the hotel, she will also sleep on the pillow. In short, what is she holding when she is used to sleeping.
But he is different. He has been accustomed to sleeping alone, and there is no existence around him.
There is a Chi Huan who doesn't say whether he can accept it, at least for a while he can't get used to it, especially--
She pressed half of her body against his waist.
Wen Xiang had a nephrite in her arms. He was awakened by her, and then burned with anger, but the fire went out, and she pressed the wound again.
She didn't sleep much in one night, but she was sleeping sweetly.
His injury has worsened again.
Chi Huan got out of bed, looking at his face, he knew that he didn't sleep well, and his mood was not so good. He put his mouth down and said lightly, "I just treat you as my teddy bear, and I say It's not so comfortable to carry, it's too stiff. "
Mo Shiqian looked at her blankly.
Chi Huan ignored him and went straight to the bathroom to wash.
Busy for a long time, when she came out, the man was still sitting there with her in the posture of entering, staring straight at her without wave eyes, gloomy and resentful look.
Like a grumpy, waiting for her coaxing child.
She still walked over, "You won't be able to get out of bed and even wash up, right?"
The man didn't say a word.
Chi Huan shrugged, "I won't wait for the serious illness of paralysis in bed. If you really can't get out of bed, call someone to take you to the hospital. Don't expect me to take care of you to eat and drink Lazar."
Mo Shiqian lifted the quilt and got out of bed, taking off his pajamas with ease.
"Mo Shiqian, I forbid you to be naked in my house, neither above or below ... Ah."
Before she could say a word, she was covered by the man's pajamas.
By the time she tore off her clothes, he had passed by her and walked towards the bathroom.
The back was quite angry.
She watched his figure disappear at the door of the bathroom, her face fainted, and the layers of loneliness fell.
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Breakfast is made by Chi Huan, with a balanced breakfast.
Mo Shiqian didn't speak from beginning to end. Chi Huan felt that he had a kind of ... If you don't coax me, you will ignore it.
Does she really want to ignore him?
Isn't it that he is so embarrassed to stay at her house?
Didn't he take her home in the middle of the night?
I still lost my temper.
The handsome face of the man was overcast, the lines of his jaw were stretched, and he looked indifferent without expression.
While tearing the toast and slowly feeding herself, she looked up at his perfect side face, and inadvertently asked, "Did your wife not call you? If you go to Paris, it should be here now. Right. "
Mo Shiqian didn't glance at her, and said lightly, "Don't talk while eating. Does anyone teach you?"
Chi Huan, "..."
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After breakfast, Chi Huan packed up and saw the man frowning on the sofa, playing with a teddy bear with fingers, a careless gesture, but she still noticed his discomfort and patience from his subtle expression.
She walked over, "Are you going to stay at my house all the time?"
"Injury."
"Whether you have such a care, go to the hospital if you are serious, or ask the doctor to come and show you."
He said lightly, "I like to keep it that way."
"..."
Mo Shi humbly looked at the woman who was separated by a coffee table, and raised her hand, "Come here."
Chi Huan stood still.
He said, "I was crushed by you for one night, come and squeeze it for me."
She still walked over, sat down beside him, reached out and squeezed him.
Mo Shiqian looked at her little face, focused and well-behaved.
Give him an illusion.
I don't know how long, Chi Huan wrinkled his face and shook his wrist, "No pinch, sore hands."
He hummed and said, "It still hurts."
"My hands are sore, pinch yourself."
The man said lightly, mutely, "You may kiss me if you kiss me."
Chi Huan, "..."
She raised her eyes and just wanted to speak, but slammed into his eyes, like a bottomless pond, looking at her.
Chi Huan stood up at a glance, pouting his lips, "Then you continue to hurt."
After speaking, she picked up her cell phone resting on the coffee table and went to the study.
She pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and let the cool breeze in the early autumn morning blow her brain, took a deep breath, and dialed the popular phone.
The voice at that end was consistently lazy, "What happened?"
"Mo Shiqian's back injury seems to have worsened."
"Ok."
A simple word is no less perfunctory.
"Bring a doctor to show him."
"If he needs to, he will find it himself."
Chi Huan frowned. "He needed it but didn't find it."
Popular on the other side, he smiled suddenly, "He is not in a hurry to hurt himself, what are you worried about?"
She pursed her lips and said nothing.
"You like him that way? You like him so much ... right?"
"His injury was bad all day and he stayed with me one day. Of course I hope he gets better soon."
"If he doesn't go to the doctor, he just drags his wounds and lays on you, Chi Huan. If you don't like him, he'll make a chicken fly ..."