There are many rules and precepts in this world, and there are countless warnings and punishments. They are led by science and technology, which seem to be insignificant, but in fact they have entered the marrow. There is an alarm clock when you wake up in the morning, a class bell when you go to school, an alarm bell when the bus arrives, and even a bracelet reminder when you usually have a physical condition.

And Xia Mu was very puzzled about why there was no induction bell that could make people stop when they were doing stupid things!

Xia Mu tugged on the quilt and covered half of his face, only revealing a pair of eyes slightly. Shui Ling's eyes circled the room, and then closed his eyes and thought.

"Oh my God!"

Reaching out and covering the sheet directly over his head, he really has no face to see.

The side of the bed suddenly fell, and Xia Mu was stunned.

"Drink the medicine. Yu Mo's magnetic voice stirred her nerves, but she didn't dare to move, and she estimated the pros and cons of showing up or pretending to sleep.

She couldn't make up her mind, and the longer she thought about it, when the person next to the bed couldn't bear it and was about to lift the bed, she took the first step and stuck out her head.

"Hi. Xia Mu squinted her eyes and tugged at the corners of her mouth, hoping that her expression would naturally cover up the panic in her heart.

Although Xia Mu was facing him head-on, her thoughts had already drifted to yesterday's scene, not to mention that she had been in his arms for so long with her stupid appearance, not to mention that she had imagined so much, she frowned lightly and felt puzzled - why a motorcycle came straight at her from the top of the mountain.

"Do you want me to feed it?"

Yu Mo's arm holding the medicine was still in mid-air, the medicine had just been brewed, and there was steam floating on the side of the bowl. And she just ignored him and thought about other things.

"If you don't want to drink it yourself, I'll feed you by mouth. ”

"Ah, no, no" Xia Mu hurriedly brought the bowl to his mouth and drank it all.

"Yesterday you were wearing thin clothes, you caught a cold on the top of the mountain, and when you came down the mountain, it was very hot, and if you didn't pay attention, you would have a fever. He paused deliberately, and looked at Xia Mu's reaction lightly, she was expressionless, pretending to drink the medicine calmly, but her ears were already flushed.

Yu Mo saw her reaction, smiled evilly and continued, "Hmm...... I don't know what happened to you yesterday, you were about to faint, but you smiled at me stupidly. To tell the truth, your face was white like a ghost at the time, and the sudden wind blew on your face to cover your hair and look even more terrifying. After fainting, the whole person hangs on me, and I have to hold you with two hands. Anyway, you might as well imagine it. ”

He paused for a while, looking at Xia Mu's dark eyes with a hint of cunning, Xia Mu chuckled in his heart.

Yu Mo reached out and rubbed the corner of her mouth stained with medicinal juice, "Fortunately, there was no one at the time." ”

Xia Mu was stunned by his light movements, is this person self-cooked! She turned her head sideways and wiped the corners of her mouth with her hand again, then glanced at him quietly and handed him the bowl. Xia Mu pursed her lips, and seemed to have the courage to say to him as if she had made up a lot of determination: "Thank you, save me......"

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At the beginning of summer, the plane trees tend to grow very tall, with triangular leaves covered with tiny and dense hairs, and when the branches shake, the slight friction creates a pleasant "rustle" sound. The large sycamore leaves form a speckled shadow, creating a cool atmosphere against the backdrop of the light.

Just like Wong Kar-wai's films, if you zoom in from the sky to the window, you will find that such an atmosphere is haunting them, and the halo of light in the outer circle flows freely in them, and even the next line can be guessed.

"Sleep. ”

"Hmmm......"

If there really is a bell that can predict what will happen next and rings the corresponding induction bell, then the bell will not be a romantic waltz, it will be a mournful cello bass with a slight saxophone sound—it is the performer's mockery of such pathos.