I froze in place, choked on his words.

This was the first time that Mousa had complained to me, and he finally said what he wanted to say, and finally admitted his taming to me. The gentleness of the past has become a way to capture. However, I really have no reason to blame him, and it was my choice to stay with him. This gentle trap is also something I willingly fall down. At the end of the day, I did it all to myself.

The trembling in my heart and the coldness of my body made me shiver, the wind and rain were still cold, and the weather seemed to have a cruel spirituality, echoing the ups and downs of my mood. I suddenly felt like I had nothing to say, just looking at him, looking at his sad and angry expression, and my whole chest seemed to be breathless.

Moussa's breath rose and fell, and the intense emotions did not completely dissipate. He was silent, as if waiting for my rebuttal and answer, but I was now at a loss and could barely digest his words. After the stormy interrogation, the atmosphere was filled with a strange silence, and in the cold air and mood, it was always tormenting.

Just then, the barkeeper came out, saw me and Moussa standing outside the door, and asked in jerky, Italian-flavored English, "Are you waiting for the rain to stop?" I saw you two standing at the door for a long time, and I have an extra umbrella here, why don't you take it?"

Moses still looked at me and did not speak. I wiped a handful of tears from my eyes, turned my head a little embarrassed, and said to the shopkeeper, "Thank you, trouble." ”

The owner grinned: "You're welcome, 10 euros." ”

Originally, it was necessary to collect money, generally speaking, the umbrella in the ordinary city only costs 3 euros, and the owner of this bar is really good at business in an emergency. It dawned on me that I was about to take out the money, when I suddenly remembered that my wallet had been stolen, so I had to purse my lips and say, "I don't have any money......"

The shopkeeper turned his gaze to Moussa.

The tense atmosphere was slightly eased by the presence of the shopkeeper. Moussa paused, took out his wallet to pay the bill, and when he took the umbrella, the invisible stiff confrontation between the two people had softened slightly.

We didn't bargain at all, and the owner was so pleased with the fact that he said "stay safe" to us several times in a cheerful voice, and called us to a Rome taxi to pick us up at the bar.

On the streets of Rome, it is rare to see empty taxis, and occasionally they are available, and most of them are booked by others. We are not familiar with the place, so naturally we don't know these rules very well. Although the owner of this bar is greedy for money, taking a taxi really solves our urgent need.

Finally waiting for the car, Musa and I didn't talk again. Perhaps the quarrel was too intense, and both sides needed time to buffer quietly. When I got back to the hotel, my clothes were still wet, and I took off my coat and stood in the corner in a daze, a little confused.

Musa glanced at me, frowning slightly, still displeased: "What are you doing in a daze? Take a hot shower, you really want to get sick?"

The angry voice, the impatient tone, although he has not yet lost his breath, but the meaning hidden in the words is concerned.

I shook my head and whispered a little tiredly, "You wash first, I'll wait for you to come out and then wash." ”

Musa's face was a little gloomy, and without saying a word, he opened my luggage, took out his pajamas from inside, and stuffed them into my arms, "Go quickly." ”

I was stunned and looked at Moses' soaked clothes. The umbrella given by the owner of the bar was not very large, and when I got out of the car to go back to the hotel, Moussa tilted the umbrella towards me, intentionally or unintentionally, and he was drenched in a lot of rain. So, I shook my head again, still insisting: "I'm not in a hurry, it's better for you to wash ...... first"

"Don't talk too much. Musa interrupted me, pushed me into the bathroom, exited himself, and closed the door.

Holding the pajamas in his hand, the bathroom was quiet, and he couldn't tell how he was feeling at the moment. We are clearly still angry, and we still have misunderstandings, but we still don't forget to think about each other. Even if you have a cold face, you can't hide your inner concern.

In the end, is love more important, or is understanding more important? I clearly feel his fiery love for me, but I can't feel his understanding. And when I found that I couldn't accurately express my feelings for him, it was even more tear-jerking.

I took a quick hot shower and tried to squeeze the time as much as possible. When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Moussa sitting on the sofa with his arms on his knees, his head bowed, as if he was contemplating something. **'s shirt is glued to his body, outlining the curves of his strong and burly body, which looks so seductive.

Don't look away, suddenly there is an embarrassment at a loss, I said: "I'm done washing, you go quickly." ”

Musa let out a deep "um", stood up, didn't look at me, and went into the bathroom.

The atmosphere between us has never been so shaky as it is now. I couldn't guess the next moment, whether it was a storm or sweet words, so I simply fell silent, not knowing how to speak.

My heart swayed as the water in the bathroom swayed, so I picked up the hair dryer and muffled the restlessness of the bathroom with the humming sound of my head. Blowing his head dry, he curled up on the bed, facing the wall, and closed his eyes in anxiety.

The bathroom door opened, and Moussa stepped out. I pricked up my ears, and there was no movement behind me for a while, but I could feel him standing not far from me. The palms of my hands were oozing with sweat, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

After what seemed to be a long time, at last there was a slight sound of footsteps, and Moussa slowly walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, and got in. He didn't touch my body, just a little bit of temperature, which was sensed by my back. After waiting quietly for a while, still without making any sound, I couldn't help but turn my head quietly, and what I saw was the back of Mossa.

In the same bed, but back to back. The implication of the Cold War is self-evident. He was angry that I said goodbye, I was angry that he didn't understand enough, and the two sides were deadlocked. It's not that I don't understand my fault, but I just feel that my mistake is based on his lack of understanding, and it's not for no reason. If he can give me some thoughtful understanding, why should I run away on a rainy night? I don't want to soften my compromise easily, but I just hope that he will learn to understand me first.

Silently sighed in my heart, and lay back in my position in an orderly manner, and the exhaustion of my body and mind made me quickly enter a state of drowsy. In a daze, I had a dream that I became Moussa's second wife, wearing a black robe and a headscarf, and holding hands with Lemis, and went to Dubai Trade to buy the latest luxury bags. In the evening, Mosa embraced me, imprinted a kiss on my forehead, and said softly: "I accompanied you last night, and tonight I will go to stay with Lemis, and I will come back to you tomorrow." My heart throbbed violently, but in the dream, I just nodded slightly, and my eyes through the black veil were a little sad and a little helpless.

In this case, I should have chilled all over my body, but unexpectedly, I felt unbearable heat all over my body. Struggling, twisting and turning, until the heat smoked me unconscious, I suddenly grabbed Mossa's hand violently, and whispered weakly: "Don't go, don't go, you're mine, just my ......"

In a daze, it seemed that a soft palm was attached to my forehead, carefully probing my cheek, and an anxious whisper swirled in my ear: "Why is it so hot, is it a fever?"

Unconsciously mumbled, he turned over, and seemed to have pillowed on an arm, soft and soft, so comfortable. I grabbed this hand, my consciousness was blurred, I only felt that my head was boiling hot, and my whole body was extremely tormented.

Suddenly, my body was suspended in the air, I felt like I was being picked up horizontally, and the feeling of loss from the bed made my heart tighten, and I opened my eyes tremblingly, and there was an enlarged face in front of me. Long eyelashes, well-defined contours, golden-brown eyes with anxiety, breath brushing my face together, isn't it Musa?

He sat on the edge of the bed with me in his arms and put an overcoat over me. Walk to the door, pull out your keycard, and open the door. He picked me up again and hurried out the door.

"What's wrong?" I muttered in a trance, "What's wrong?"

Moussa looked down at me and bit his lip: "You're hot, let's go to the hospital." ”

My face was burning hot, and my voice was getting lower and lower, as if I was asking, as if I already knew, "I have a fever?"

"Yes, you've been in the rain for too long, and your body's immunity isn't good enough. As he ran out of breath, Mousa whispered, "Look at how you dare to run around in the future, I'm afraid that if you don't say anything, you will suffer yourself." ”

Hearing this, I buried my head in his arms, smirked, laughed and laughed, and unconsciously shed two lines of tears. My mind was vague, and I subconsciously said, "I'm sorry, I won't run around in the future, and I won't let you worry." But don't you say that in front of people again, okay?"

Mosa's footsteps froze for a moment, and the force in his hand hugged me tighter, and I heard him whisper earnestly: "I also have something wrong, I didn't expect this sentence to hurt you so much." Trust me, I didn't think that sentence would slander you. If you don't think it's right, I won't say that again. ”

"Hmm. I closed my eyes, the heat on my face lingering for a long time, and I couldn't help but frown.

Moussa whispered: "Don't talk again, just close your eyes obediently, and get to the hospital." ”

I nodded weakly, settled down, put my arms around his neck, and fell asleep in my arms.

When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital, lying on a hospital bed, with a needle stuck in the back of my hand, and fluid was infused into my body through a thin tube.

Musa sat beside the hospital bed, holding my uninfused hand with one hand and resting the other on his face, drowsy.

The posture was a little stiff, and as soon as I moved slightly, Mousa immediately came to his senses, met my open eyes, and asked me urgently, "Are you better?"

Before I could reply, he put the back of his hand over my forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself, "Well, it seems to be much better." ”

I couldn't help but burst into tears because of his thoughtfulness and the warmth of his pulse after the short Cold War.

Moussa reached out and gently wiped away the tears from my face: "What are you crying about?

"It's not uncomfortable. I shook my head vigorously, "I just feel that I have messed everything up, and I have been making a miasma of the trip to Italy that I have been looking forward to for a long time." It's a quarrel and an argument, I didn't want that. ”

Musa let out a sigh of relief, a smile floating through his eyes, "I know. He shook my hand gently, "When you get better, we won't quarrel or fight, if there is any problem, let it go for a while, be happy, okay?"

I shook his hand back, and nodded heavily with tears twinkling through my eyes.

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