163. Uncle, can I hug you?1

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In the hospital room.

Yin Mochen sat on the edge of the bed, moistening the dry lips of the girl next to the pillow with a cotton swab dipped in water.

On her pale little face, her brows were tightly locked, her lips were pursed, and she seemed to be unable to cry out no matter how hurt she was.

She forbears like this, which makes Yin Mochen feel inexplicably distressed. She's just a child, but she has a strength that her peers don't have.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her fixedly, his slender fingers sliding over her bloodless cheeks.

Ye Zhixia, who was groggy, seemed to feel something rubbing on her face, and smashed her mouth a little impatiently, but Na Dongdong still stubbornly lingered on her face.

Touch your sister, touch! Ye Zhixia hated it when others touched her face, and she wanted to beat someone when she raised her arm in her dream. As soon as her arm moved, she pulled the wound on her back, and under the severe pain, she woke up with a grin.

Seeing her open her eyes, the man gently touched her head: "Awake?" ā€

Ye Zhixia's confused head was blank for a moment, looking at the unfamiliar room in front of her, she turned her neck to move her gaze to the man next to the bed, and saw the heavy glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, she moved her lips, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, where is this?" ā€

After saying that, she wanted to get up from the head of the bed and sit up, and she kept lying on the bed, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"Don't move, it's still hanging a drip." The man quickly pressed her and asked softly, "What do you want to do?" I'll help you. ā€

She licked her white lips and replied, "I'm so thirsty." ā€

Yin Mochen turned around and poured warm boiled water, helped her to sit up, and handed the water cup to the corner of her mouth.

Ye Zhixia took his hand, raised his head and drank all the water in one go: "I want to." ā€

He poured her another glass, and when he had finished it, he thoughtfully asked, "Do you need another one?" ā€

"Don't." She's not a bucket.

After drinking enough, Ye Zhixia's brain began to function normally again. She remembered what happened in the hospital this morning, Ye Miaoxin said that she was her biological mother, but she didn't want to be her daughter.

In that case, the old lady never denied half a word, so she left the hospital in anger.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhixia drooped his head with a lonely expression, and his voice was so muffled that people felt sour: "Uncle, my mother doesn't want me anymore." "When she left the hospital, she became a child that no one wanted.

Yin Mochen has never been comforting, but when she saw her as if she had been abandoned by the whole world, she couldn't help but speak: "Maybe she just has unspeakable hardships, don't think too much." ā€

"You don't understand, she really doesn't want me anymore." Ye Zhixia shook his head, his voice was so gloomy that he almost cried a little, "No one wants me, and I am homeless." ā€

"How can you be homeless?" Yin Mochen gently rubbed her fine short hair and coaxed softly, "Didn't you say you wanted to go home with me?" Didn't you say you were responsible for me? Then treat my home as your own, okay? ā€

Ye Zhixia raised his head from his arms, his big bright eyes stared at his perfectly curved jaw, and he actually saw God for a while. Actually, if the uncle takes off his glasses, he should be very handsome.