Mu Nuannuan, who applied the medicine to him, looked particularly gentle, so gentle that Mu Tingxiao felt a little moved.
Then, I wanted to touch her.
She is his wife, and everything she does is natural.
But to Mu Nuannuan, he is "Mu Jiachen" and Mu Tingxiao's cousin.
He teased her and kissed her again and again, which was far beyond her tolerance.
Mu Nuannuan pushed him away fiercely, took a few steps back, stayed far away from him, and said with a cold face: "Mu Jiachen, I am your cousin-in-law! Please show some respect!"
After taking the bullet just now, she didn't hate "Mu Jiachen" so much, but she didn't expect that he would still be so presumptuous.
Mu Tingxiao rubbed his lips as if after recollection, and said with a hint of temptation in his pleasant voice: "Cousin, you are just staying a widow with your cousin for the rest of your life, don't you think about me?"
Mu Nuannuan refused directly: "I won't consider it."
With a small face and an ugly outfit, she looks like a little old woman, completely unattractive.
Mu Tingxiao found Mu Nuannuan's appearance very vivid.
Mu Nuannuan felt that she could no longer sit still and wait for death, as this would only make "Mu Jiachen" more unscrupulous.
"You call someone to take you back, otherwise I will call an ambulance, and then others will know that you suffered a gunshot wound."
Her voice was soft, and even though she was threatening, it was not intimidating at all.
Mu Tingxiao glanced at her and closed his eyes to rest as if he didn't hear her.
Mu Nuannuan: "..."
She bit her lip, looking at his face as pale as paper, she couldn't bear to wake him up and drive him away.
Taking advantage of "Mu Jiachen's" break, Mu Nuannuan went to the vegetable market.
Although she is nominally the third young lady of the Mu family, she does not have the life of a young lady. Most of the time, no one cares about her when she is sick, no one asks when she is hungry, and she grits her teeth and endures pain.
Therefore, her life ability is very strong.
No matter how much she hated "Mu Jiachen", she couldn't risk him dying here and ignore him.
She lived a very serious and hard-working life, and did not want to risk her life or be buried with him.
Therefore, she reluctantly made soup for him.
…
When night fell, Mu Nuannuan woke up "Mu Jiachen".
"Are you hungry? I made soup, do you want to drink some?" She stood two steps away from him, fearing that he would do something wanton again.
Mu Tingxiao raised his eyes to look at her, and spat out one word as carefully as gold: "Yes."
Mu Nuannuan brought the soup, placed it on the small table in front of his bed, and immediately stepped away.
But her small single room is too small.
In addition to the partitioned kitchen and bathroom, a 1.5-meter bed, a small folding table, a small single sofa, and bookshelves that are not old and new... a few simple things have taken up most of the room.
No matter how far she jumped, she could not escape Mu Tingxiao's sight.
Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, sat up slowly, then pulled away the quilt with an expressionless face, revealing the blood-soaked gauze on his chest, and said casually: "The wound is open."
That indifferent tone seemed to be talking about other people's affairs instead of the life-threatening wounds on his body.
Mu Nuannuan didn't want to care about him, but she couldn't bear to look at him.
I could only walk over slowly, pick up the soup bowl in one hand, and scoop out the soup with a spoon in the other hand and put it to his lips.
Mu Tingxiao didn't say anything else this time. He lowered his eyes and swallowed the soup she fed him one mouthful at a time.
There was silence in the small room, except for the small sound of the spoon hitting the edge of the bowl, and the silent ambiguity spread like this.