The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 314, is she equal to the dislike of the red fruit of the ink?

On the same bed, she flipped her body slightly, but she was afraid of being involved in his wound because of her movements, so even if she moved it, she was careful.

It feels like two people are connected in one, pulling the whole body, his pain is her pain, his injury is her injury.

Just a little cold in the aisle of the hospital, but the ward is very warm, the season is covered with quilts, the hair has just been bathed, but it is still not dry, still some wet under the head, she slightly opened the quilt, put the arm Stretched out, then carefully spread the hair out, no longer resting.

Through the light lighting in the ward, Mo Jingshen saw the burn on her back. The light blue hospital gown covered the wound near the wrist. The white medical gauze wrapped her back around the circle.

“Nanheng knows a lot of friends and doctors who are often born and died. I told him to get some wound medicine that can get rid of this burn scar. You will apply it every day.” He whispered, it sounded calm, in tone. It is hidden in distress.

The season warmed and glanced at his own hand and smiled: "It's okay, but the top layer of skin was hotted up at the time, and then some herbal ash was messed up, so it looks like it is very serious. Yesterday, the doctor here helped me to drop a layer of burnt skin when I applied the medicine. The flesh inside is not hot, but it may be red for a while, and it will be better to raise it. ""

It’s good to be able to leave in that place. If there are no scars left, then what she has experienced may be just a fairy tale.

Anyway, it just burns a layer of skin and it will always be good, and it is not a deep scar.

Ink Jing deepened his gaze, and the hand under the quilt was with her.

The warm season reminded him: "Gently hold it, don't use too much force, it will involve the arms and shoulder blades."

"Know." He was faint, apparently a little bit worried about her scalding her own things.

But indeed, he is not a charming man, she is not a charming woman, and some traces left behind, also prove that they have indeed died together.

Such traces are more meaningful than any wedding ring, gift, souvenir.

Mo Jingshen apparently that the drug strength of the anesthetic has not completely subsided, and he closed his eyes with some exhaustion.

The season warms lying next to him, shifting the topic, and wanting him to rest in peace.

"Why did you ask me if I often go to the Los Angeles River?"

"I asked?"

"...you obviously asked when the plane landed yesterday!"

"Well, that should be asked."

"Do you have a general anesthesia for surgery, even your head is anesthetized? Even if you asked me yesterday, I forgot."

"You didn't have surgery, didn't you forget a lot of things?"

"........."

Seasonal heating knot: "So when I was sixteen years old, that night, when my friends and friends were scattered because the surrounding street lights were broken, the one who was fishing at the Los Angeles River was you?"

Ink deep smiled.

It seems that she is not amnesia, but she did not realize that she had done a good deed inadvertently, and that she really saved his life, so she did not care too much.

He closed his eyes and the hand on her fingertips tightened tightly: "I was seriously injured at the time, and the XI base helicopter exploded one kilometer above the Los Angeles River, directly hurting into the river, if Not you, I will be directly involved in the waterfall downstream, and there will be no depth of field in this world."

Actually... really...

I have just experienced this in Cambodia. For what he said, the warm season will not be too surprising.

She just had curiosity and suddenly turned her head to look at the man's close face.

At that time, the street lamp was broken and the river was black and lacquered. She only noticed that there seemed to be a lot of blood on his body. Maybe it was watching a lot of American sci-fi war movies. She was still young and had a little bit. The hero's feelings, so I thought about saving people. It was also because of my young age and courage. I found that so much blood on his body was not afraid, but I didn't really see his face.

Later, she called her friend to call her to go back to school on the bridge. She only carefully took him to a safe place on the shore. Before he woke up, he ran quickly and hurriedly...

Unexpectedly, that person is actually Mo Jingshen.

Those memories are more than a decade away from the warm season, so it really takes a long time to think about it.

"If you say this, the marriage between the Mohist and the Jijia is what you mean? You won't... is it to repay me?" Suddenly in the warmth of the season.

Oh, don't be blessed! She doesn't like it!

Ink said: "No, there are many ways to repay, you don't need to sell yourself."

Seasonal warmth: "..." sold yourself? Is this the same as the disappointment of the red fruit of the ink?

"The marriage is indeed a grandfather's proposal. I have the right to choose from me. I know that it is you, so I just paid more attention to you, but the real reason for the marriage with Jijia has nothing to do with reciprocation."

"What is the reason?"

The man glanced at her: "Are you sure that I want to let this injury be lying here to tell you so much?"

"Just say this one..."

"Suddenly very sleepy."

"Is this thing still not working? You can't sleep like this!"

"Really sleepy."

I didn't know it before, but now I have so many inexplicable surprises. The curiosity of the season is hooked up. As a result, he left a hand and did not continue.

"A long story is not enough?"

The man didn't talk any more, only holding her finger in the palm of her hand with gentle force, stroking the gauze wrapped around the back of her hand, and closing her eyes seemed to be really falling asleep.

The warm season still wants to ask, but he only had surgery last night. She was awakened by her early in the morning. Her lips moved. Although she was not reconciled, she closed her mouth and no longer quarreled with him. Looking at the man by the side.

Until Mo Jingshen really fell asleep, it can be seen how much energy he had just supported with her for so long, but I have to admit that the emotions in the heart of the season that were feared because of the previous days were really biased. In addition to the question marks and curiosity that are full of brains, other things seem to have been squeezed out, and the feeling of utter disappointment is gone.

She stared at him for a while, and then she finally got sleepy. She slowly took her hand out of his palm, then slowly put it on his chest and touched his steady heartbeat. A moment, like the gauze that penetrated the palm of her hand, from her hand to her limbs, warming her nerves and her nerves, so that she completely recovered the long-lost security.

I thought again that she had only done a good thing in her life. She actually saved her husband. The warmth of the season raised her hand on her lips. She didn’t hold back, and she laughed like a child. I was discovered by Mo Jing Shen, and I continued to laugh as I walked over my head.

(End of this chapter)