The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 53: Red eyes are like a sugarless food...

Chapter 53 is red-eyed like a sugar-free one...

Unfamiliar room, dark hands and no fingers.

The door "砰" was shut down!

In the dark, Mo Jingshen can still find the direction of the bedroom accurately.

The warm season has not been able to distinguish between the northeast and the south.

The man's unique cold fragrance floats on her face, all feeling highly concentrated, and the arm is always holding his neck tightly.

The coat had fallen to the ground as early as the door, and the messy dress was lifted in the air and slowly fell to the ground.

......

"Oh!" The season warm suddenly sucked a cold breath, the man suddenly got up, and the bedside wall lamp in the bedroom was instantly lit.

The warm light source shines on the two people, the light is not glaring, the warmth of the season just feels the pain in the hand, so I didn't want to interrupt all of this. Struggling to sit up and get to stop the ink.

However, when he just reached out, he was directly held by him. Mo Jingjing held her hand and looked down at the two less obvious injuries on her palm and fingers.

It should have been that she had accidentally cut her own hand when she was holding a fruit knife and a bottle.

The brightest lamp in the bedroom was suddenly opened, and the warmth instinctively squinted, and the man's figure was seen in front of her.

gone? Just gone?

She panicked, the environment here is strange, she has no sense of security now.

She got up in a hurry and walked up to the bedroom door. She only saw that Mo Jingshen had returned something like a medicine chest.

The warm eyes of the season looked straight at the medicine box in his hand: "This is..."

There is no clothes on her body, standing there, but it seems to be completely unknown.

The throat that Mo Jingjing looked at rolled and hoarsely said: "Go back and sit down."

The season warmed his hands on the door frame, full of eyes, "I am very anxious now, I don't want to deal with the wound on my hand now."

Mo Jing Shen immediately took her back and took the strength to hold her unfair hand.

Until the disinfection syrup was applied to the wounds of her palms and fingers, the mouth of the seasons was sorely squeaked several times in a row, red eyes like a schoolboy who did not get sugar to eat.

He disinfected her with iodophor, and the warmth of the season did not recognize what another powder in his hand was.

Reluctantly recognize what is the word of the white medicine in the South, seeing the man who is still well-dressed in his hand, the season warmer changed the expression that was about to cry, but suddenly opened his mouth and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Mo Jingshen saw her look like drunken, and asked without hesitation.

"Husband ~"

The season warmed his head, and when he was affixing a medical bandage, he stretched his foot and kicked his trouser leg.

Ink is deeply in the same color, and her hand is still calm and orderly to help her stick to the wound.

"do not move."

She heard the man's low voice as a warning.

Seasonal warmth will not listen.

In the last life, I didn't have a chance to love him a lot. This life has only just begun. Anyway, I have already reached this step, and I am so shy.

When she was on the street that day, she thought about it. In this life, she would give Mo Jingsheng a child... I will have so many children...

She was thinking in a mess, and kicked her feet and kept going.

"Don't make trouble."

"Husband ~"