She angrily accused Mossen of his bad behavior, completely forgetting that if she, a novice driver, had not hit Mossen with her car, none of the subsequent events would have happened.
Mossen's expression softened and his hand gently stroked her back.
If Song Xi was awake and saw his gentle look, she would definitely doubt whether she had recognized the wrong person.
Or did Mossen take the wrong medicine
The reason for this idea is entirely related to what Mossen had done before.
From the time Song Xi brought Mo Sen home until he left, Mo Sen always had a cold face and kept a certain distance from Song Xi.
As a result, most of the time, Song Xi didn't even dare to get close to him.
"Is he really that bad?"
Mossen couldn't help but ask with amusement, his hand stroking her back without stopping.
Song Xi lay on Mo Sen's body, playing with the clothes on Mo Sen's chest with her index finger.
"Um... yeah... he's so bad..."
She suddenly started talking again.
"He just looks... uh, taller... um, more handsome... whiter skin... prettier eyes... that's all, he's gone, why should I still be thinking about him so much..."
"Really, I'm not cool at all..."
"You and him seem... seem..."
As Song Xi spoke, he slowly raised his head and poked Mossen's face with his fingers.
Mossen's mouth curled up. It was him. How could he not look alike? They were exactly the same.
He raised his hand, held Song Xi's hand, and guided her hand to touch his face.
"It's either like, or me."
He was not sure of Song Xi’s answer before, and wanted to use his identity as an editor to slowly figure out her feelings.
But now, she has said it so clearly, how could he not understand
"You?" Song Xi tilted his head in confusion, his confused eyes flickering for a long time before he smiled foolishly, "You are not him."
As she spoke, she pulled her hand away from Mossen's.
Then he staggered to his feet from Mossen's body, stood up straight, and walked into the bathroom.
"You are not him, you are not him..."
She was still mumbling.
Mossen narrowed his eyes, grabbed her hand, and pushed her against the wall.
Song Xi looked around, grinned again, and pointed at Mo Sen's face: "You, are you hitting me against the wall?"
"Stupid woman... it's me."
He stared at her face and spoke word by word.
The expression on Song Xi's face froze for a while, and he shook his head stubbornly: "You are not him, no no!"
Mosen felt a headache. This stupid woman didn't recognize him when she was drunk.
"Then tell me, why am I not him?"
"Well... because... because he can't speak, he's a mute..."
She smiled innocently.
Mawson: “…”
At that time, he just didn't want to talk to her, not that he was mute.
"And, and..." Song Xi's legs softened and she fell directly into Mossen's arms, closing her eyes as if she had fallen asleep.
She seemed to have lost a lot of weight compared to before. She felt so light in Mossen's arms that he had no doubt that a gust of wind could blow her away.
He carried Song Xi into her bedroom.
Her bedroom remained the same as before, even the position of the stuffed bear had not changed.
Although I really want to give her a bath so that she can have a comfortable sleep.
But think about it, they haven't met officially yet, so it would be bad if she got scared the next day and started to have wild thoughts.
So forget it.