Han Mo had no choice but to stand up straight, and the wound on his abdomen made him stiff, and then he pretended that nothing was wrong, and his five fingers were inserted into his hair and he brushed his messy short hair.

A small lamp on the wall, due to the unstable voltage, is struggling to glow, flickering on and off.

Hua Simu wore a pure white cardigan, with a half-high collar that covered her chin, and her whole body was full of fluffy warmth.

Han Mo resisted the urge to hold her in his arms, and at this time, he suddenly understood why girls liked plush toys so much.

Small, warm, soft, so rare.

"Why do you wear so little?" Han Mo noticed that her lips were white and her complexion was not good, thinking that she was frozen.

I wanted to take off my coat and put it on her, but I found that I was only wearing a shirt, and the coat fell in the room of the Qianhan Palace.

I had to stand in the direction of the wind outlet, and used my wide back to block the wind for her.

Han Mo had nothing at the moment, only scars all over his body, and he couldn't even put a dress on her, blocking the wind was his helpless gentleness.

Hua Simu didn't answer his words, pursed her lips, lifted his clothes with one hand, and slid in with the other.

Hua Simu lowered her head and looked at his abdomen carefully.

The original eight-pack abs have now begun to have obvious bruises and swelling, and some places are even covered with blood spots, Hua Simu has a serious face, pressing here and touching there.

Han Mo's breathing stiffened, his facial expression was indescribable, and his ears were so red that they could drip blood.

The small boneless hand touched the abdomen, and where the cold fingertips slashed, the blood under the flesh was already tumbling and boiling, and it was as fierce as magma.

Hua Simu heard the sudden heavy breathing in his ears, as well as the contraction of stiff abdominal muscles, thinking that it hurt Han Mo, and immediately softened the strength of his hand.

Raising his eyes, there was worry in his eyes that couldn't be dissolved, "Tell me where it hurts, don't hold it." ”

Han Mo, "......"

He was speechless for the time being.

Only grabbed her small hand, which was still messing around, and squeezed it out between her teeth, "I'm fine." ”

Hua Simu withdrew his hand and glanced at him complainingly, "When is it, you are still strong, I won't laugh at you, I am a doctor, you have to tell me the truth, which is conducive to the rapid diagnosis of the condition." ”

Having said that, the movements of his subordinates have not stopped at all, and there is a trend of going up.

Han Mo had a green face, grabbed Hua Simu's wrist, held it down, and said nothing to let her continue to touch it.

"You just let me touch it, I don't press it, I promise that it doesn't hurt at all, and I won't lose a piece of meat when I touch it. ”

Hua Simu twisted her wrist and sprinkled a little coquettishly.

With her current strength...... Well, she doesn't have a little strength at all right now.

The green tendons on Han Mo's forehead were throbbing.

"Okay, if you don't touch it, you won't touch it, hmph! Hua Simu pursed her lips proudly, and her face was not uncommon for an old lady to touch, and she pouted at the wrist that was pinched, "Don't let go of me yet?"

As soon as the hand is released.

Hua Simu grabbed his collar with both hands and pulled it down.

But it's not the imaginary boy who was caught off guard and lowered his head, and looked at the girl affectionately by the way.

Alas, the main thing is that she has no strength, Han Mo was not pulled, and the good action became that she was pulled up by the reaction force in her hand, tiptoeing, and approaching Han Mo's face.

Although there is a gap with the beautiful picture, it is barely okay.

It's all about momentum.

Hua Simu looked at Han Mo's stunned eyes, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously, "Brother Han, are you shy?"