My question was sad and desperate, and I was stunned, and at last Mosa stopped moving, and his eyes returned to a clear. He stared at me, unbelievable, his hand still firmly clamping my right arm. The pain made my body tremble, I closed my eyes, tears rolled down unconsciously, and I trembled and said, "Can you ...... Let go of my arms first?"

Then Moussa felt a little wetness in his hands, which he thought was sweat, but by the dim light he suddenly found a mottled stain of 'color', and the blood had stained my sleeve red.

Moussa's face suddenly changed color: "Cece, what's wrong with your hand?" I remembered what he had just said to me, and I was so resistant that I struggled to 'pull' my arm, and I whimpered in pain.

"I'm sorry......" The 'yin' owl in his eyes finally dissipated a little, revealing concern and guilt, "I didn't know you had an arm injury......

His voice finally returned to normal, and my nose was sore again, as if I had just made a trek through a catastrophe, with palpitations and gasps remaining.

"Let me see your hands, okay?" he asked softly, and I stubbornly tried to refuse, but I only snorted weakly, and put my left hand on my right arm, trembling to walk to the couch. Moses followed me, trying to hold me up, but as soon as he touched my body, I stopped and glared at him, stubbornly refusing to go any further. Finally, in desperation, his dangling hands wrapped around me, carefully enveloping me through the air until I was seated comfortably on the couch.

The way he looked, my nose was sour again, and I scolded myself for being too easily moved by his little warmth. For a while, it was no longer clear which one was the real him, now and Fang Cai.

The wound on his arm hurt hotly, and Moussa crouched down, looked up at me, his eyes full of remorse and distress, and repeated: "Relax, let me see, okay?"

I had never looked at him from this angle, he was in a lower position than I was, and he looked up, his eyes clear, and he did not feel any alienation or sneer. He had just controlled me as a person looking down, but now he had softened my heart with the tenderness of his veins. I was dying, not knowing what to do, and let his hand open my sleeve.

The blood had already partially adhered to the sleeves of his shirt, and it was torn apart and it hurt. Seeing my wounds, Moses let out a low exclamation and asked me, "How did you get hurt?"

I choked softly: "It's raining and slippery outside, and I just fell ......"

"Just now?" he pursed slightly, lowered his eyes and lowered his head, "I'm sorry......"

I was silent, and I didn't forgive him in my heart. When I was downstairs, my wounds weren't as bad as they are now. After some tugging by Moussa, the broken skin enlarged a lot, and a piece of flesh and blood was blurred.

"Do you have 'medicine' wine, 'medicine' ointment and gauze here?" he asked.

"Yes. "No matter how stubborn I was, I wouldn't joke about my injuries and told him where the first aid kit was. Moses got up and searched for it, and when he returned, he had in his hands what he needed.

I thought that at this time, I should thank Mousa for helping me bring the 'medicine', and then insist on completing the whole process of applying the 'medicine' and bandaging it on my own to highlight the sense of distance between me and him. But I looked at him in a daze, and didn't say anything after all. His slender hand gently reached out, grabbed my right arm, dipped a cotton swab in wine essence, and wiped it for me with the lightest and slowest movements. I closed my eyes, the pain in my heart spread from my arm to my whole body, and I gritted my teeth and didn't look, and my nails almost dug into the 'flesh'.

"Pinch me, if you can feel better. He said suddenly.

"Don't think I won't. "I was 'excited' by the stinging pain of the 'medicine' wine, and I also clamped his right arm, my fingers held the same position as my wound, I stood up my fingertips, ready to pinch in, paused, and saw that he was still calmly smearing the 'medicine' wine for me, and I was reluctant to do it after all.

"Forget it. I let go of my left hand sullenly, resting my palm against the couch, clenching it into a fist, enduring the pain and hoarsely as I endured it, "Too lazy to increase physical contact with you." ”

Mousa frowned, not knowing what he remembered, and his expression was a little unhappy.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, and after a while, a cool sensation came from my arm, and Mousa applied a 'medicated' ointment to me, and it was a little hot. He took out the gauze again and patiently wrapped it around my arm. My heart slowed a little, as if his gentleness would ease my pain and smooth out my struggling heart.

I finally calmed down, and Moussa completed the final process. He tied the gauze in an ugly knot, and apparently he had never done such a thing as bandaging people on weekdays.

I wanted to say thank you, but when I thought about it, he was the one who caused me to be like this, so I turned my face away and didn't want to speak.

It was already completely dark, and a chill penetrated the room, and I curled up, holding my right arm with my left hand, and suddenly felt a little tired. It's not physical exhaustion, it's mental exhaustion. With a sigh, I closed my eyes, leaned my head back on the couch, and said, "Musa, you go." ”

Let's go. Don't come to me again.

The room was tight, with only a faint thin light on. The figure of Moses seeped out of the dim light, and sat still, as if he had not heard me.

I felt a little helpless, seeing his crazy appearance today, I once again verified the painful reality of mutual love, we shouldn't be like this. He can't give me anything, and I can't give him anything, and we both understand the difficulties ahead.

"Moses ......," I whispered to him, trying to make him understand my powerlessness, "I forgive you......"

He still sat upright, his eyes fell on my freshly bandaged arm, and asked honestly, "Do you still hate me?"

He still remembered what I had just said with grief and despair.

"I don't hate it. I leaned back on the sofa with a blank face, and after a while, I added to myself, "Because I have no feelings, I can't hate it." ”

Moussa paused, wrapped my left hand with a somewhat cool hand, I lowered my eyes, time passed quietly, I felt the strength of his hand gradually increasing, as if to restrain the anger in my heart, and asked me, "What about him?"

"Who?"

"Him. Mousa gritted his teeth and said.

I faintly felt the 'yin' cold breath again, but it was not as impulsive as just now. Maybe he was worried about the wound on my hand and still felt a little guilty. But I have clearly realized that in this regard, I must not 'provoke' him again.

"There's nothing he's not him, it's really just a birthday. I explained to him sincerely, for fear that he would break out again, "You have a lot of foreigners, you should know that this does not mean anything ......"

"But it's important to me!" said Mossa, staring at me with a solemn look in his eyes, as if he were proclaiming a very sacred matter. He said: "Emotional chastity, physical chastity, and honorary chastity are all important and cannot be allowed to be violated. ”

I was stunned, but I was also infected by him and became serious, sitting upright, but I didn't know what to say. It dawned on me that his anger and anger were not only due to jealousy and possessiveness, but also to a code of faith. Muslims do not eat pig meat because they think it is filthy and unclean, forbidding premarital sex is for purity and loyalty, and fasting is for purifying the mind and sublimating the soul. In the same way, emotional chastity may also be a kind of code, with an almost obsessive-compulsive demand.

I suddenly understood that Yun Yushu's actions towards me may have violated the forbidden area of Musa. He has also shown this side in a few ways before, such as casually commenting on my cheongsam photos, such as the ferocious second 'kiss' in a sandstorm, but it was all a superficial release, and he quickly restrained it. But now I understand that even though he usually maintains his demeanor, when it comes to the issue of "chastity", machismo can be brought into full play.

But when I thought about it, I frowned again: "Why should I keep your emotions chaste for you?

He stared at me for a few seconds, and when he saw that I was still indifferent, he asked with some disappointment, "Do you like me?"

"I don't like it. I replied clearly.

I asked him this question in a sandstorm, but he never asked me. If it had been before I learned of his marriage, I would have given a completely different answer.

"I don't believe it!" Moussa interrupted my thoughts, gritting his teeth, "I knew you liked me from the way you looked at me, and in the sandstorm, you took the initiative to hug me and hook my neck. ”

Yes, on that night when the yellow sand swept in, my movements were clear. was speechless for a while, so he had to turn his face away, and said vaguely and coldly: "Then you really think too much." ”

His body trembled with anger, but he didn't dare to touch me, for fear of hurting me again, so he pursed his lips and asked me again, "Do you like him?"

Went around and around and around and back to the question. But this time, I hesitated, remembering Yun Yushu's honest confession to me today, and wondering whether I should give him an answer that made him desperate. I opened my mouth, and the word "like" was about to blurt out, but he gently shook my hand, and the warm temperature made me hesitate again.

"Cece, don't you do this again, okay?" he seemed to read my thoughts, breaking the lie of stupid 'desire', "tell me honestly, what feelings do you have for me? I don't believe your impulsive remarks that day, and I'd rather not think about what you have to do with that person." I like you, I want to see you every day, I can't escape anymore!" He pulled my body and looked me directly, "I admit that I was irrational in doing this, but if I continue to pretend like this, I will lose my mind even more!"

My heart moved slightly, a little indulgent, gritted my teeth, and pinched my injured arm hard, the tingling sensation made me come to my senses again. After a moment's recuperation, he looked up again and asked him coldly, "And then, what are we going to do?"