Who can tell her who the man who is pressing on her in front of her!

In the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, there was a warm breath coming to his face, but Mo Qinglan, who had just escaped from the nightmare, only felt a chill. The face was obviously close at hand, but the face could not be seen clearly, but the eyes were burning and bright, exuding a strange look in such an ambiguous posture between the two.

And her hand was being held tightly in the palm of the man's palm.

Mo Qinglan's old face was cold, she didn't even think about it, she directly bent her knees and smashed the man's crotch, who let him lie on top of her, and kept her legs apart!

She has grown so big, even Ye Changqing has never been so close to her.

The man didn't expect Mo Qinglan to go directly to him without saying a word, and although he turned sideways in time to get out of the way when he felt some movement below, the sharp pain in the inner left thigh also spread to the whole body, so you can imagine how much strength Mo Qinglan used at that time!

The man snorted, lay on the inside of the bed, and finally let go of Mo Qinglan's hand.

Mo Qinglan quickly got up, stepped on the man's back directly, and said coldly: "Looking for death." ”

Her tone was as calm and dry as ever, but it was a precursor to anger.

This sudden situation distracted Mo Qinglan's fear of the nightmare just now, but turned the despair in the nightmare into a ruthless attack.

Something seemed to be smeared on his back, soft and slippery, with the smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood.

Adjusting to the darkness of the room, Mo Qinglan vaguely recognized the blurred outline. Isn't it the man in Tsing Yi who she spent half a bowl of blood to revive?

"Just now...... It's you...... Take my hand. The man coughed lowly, and only finished a few words weakly and intermittently, Mo Qinglan's two kicks obviously injured him a lot.

Even though he was so weak, there was a clear narrowness and innocence in his tone.

"What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?" Mo Qinglan's tone did not change, and a trace of embarrassment quickly flashed across his face.

She seemed to have grabbed a pair of hands in her dream just now, and her strength seemed to be not small......

"I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty and looking for water to drink, and I heard you calling for help, so I came over." The man seemed to be relieved, and his hoarse voice added a touch of spring breeze, soft and dumb, as if someone had gently teased your heart with a feather, crispy and itchy.

Mo Qinglan believed that this man should be in a lot of pain at the moment, because her foot was stepping on the wound on his back, and the soles of her feet could even feel the movement of flesh tearing apart, but he stabilized his emotions in a few breaths.

And his voice was clear and smiling, which made Mo Qinglan really annoyed, and he was slightly out of shape when he was annoyed:

"Nonsense, I never scream in my dreams."

"That's when no one told you, or no one was around when you had a nightmare." In the darkness, the man made a movement of his head, and he didn't seem to intend to warn him of the foot on his back that was still on his wound. Or maybe he's already in pain and just wants to maintain the status quo.

Mo Qinglan glared at him, but unfortunately the other party couldn't see it.

Indeed, there was never anyone around her when she had nightmares. Even in the years when they fell in love with Ye Changqing, they lived in two dormitories. Reliving a life, she thought she had everything, but in the end it was sand in her hands and she couldn't keep it.

The man's seemingly unintentional speculation made Mo Qinglan feel irritable in his heart, and his tone became even colder:

"Hold hands, hold hands, what are you doing lying on me!"

That's the point.

She thought to herself that if he didn't satisfy her, she wouldn't mind letting him stay in bed for a few more months!

"I'm so badly injured, how can I stand up to your pull. Oh, where your feet are. The man said, after speaking, he didn't forget to kindly remind Mo Qinglan that he not only saved her life but also rescued her from the nightmare just now, but the two kindnesses almost took his life!

Mo Qinglan paused, this answer was indeed beyond her expectations. She naturally understood the meaning of the man's words, and she retracted her foot in a sneer, not knowing what to do for a while.

Those just now are just instinctive reactions when they foresee danger, as a modern person, although they don't have the feudal concept of ancient people, no matter who opens their eyes and sees a man pressing him, he will take action.

Although, her movements are a little more rude.

Fortunately, the awakened Wang quickly relieved the embarrassment between them, and a dim butter lamp sounded in the room with exclamations. Mo Qinglan finally saw the blood on the man's back through the light, soaked through the Tsing Yi again, and flowed onto the bed board, meandering out thin blood streams.

And the man was looking at her with a smile, his peach blossom eyes shining in the candlelight, as if there was a light jumping. The two clusters of candles in the inky pupils reflected the condescending face of the woman who was also staring at him, and there was no hint of blame in her eyes.

Mo Qinglan frowned lightly and looked away, he was injured like this, and he could still laugh, which showed that his city was unfathomable.

She stood aside, Ren Lao Wang was babbling in the room, and she went out to pull Dr. Zhang over, and went out to boil hot water and make medicine.

The whole time, she stood in the corner like a log, no one asked her for help, and she herself had no intention of coming forward to help.

But her ears are not idle.

"What nightmare did you have?"

"......" is your business.

"Girl, why don't you ask me what my name is?"

"......" is my business. Mo Qinglan leaned against the wall and almost rolled his eyes.

"You just said that the green glow, but the legendary green dagger that sharpens iron like clay and can ward off evil spirits and ghosts?"

“……”

Every time Wang and Dr. Zhang went out, the man in Tsing Yi on the bed board began to speak. Although he was answered with a paralyzed face with a lot of nonsense and a threatening look that would kill you if you didn't shut up, he ignored the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth from time to time, and he never tired of asking.

"What's your name?" Mo Qinglan couldn't stand it anymore and asked impatiently.

"Ink dust." A smile spread on the corner of Mo Chen's bloodless mouth, and his eyes shone brightly: "Down, Mo Chen." ”

"Hmm. Rest. Mo Qinglan nodded, she had a lot of questions to ask, about Qin Qian, about the group of people in black, but looking at the bloody appearance of the people in front of her, Mo Qinglan knew that now was not the time to ask.

Mo Chen really didn't speak, just smiled and looked at her, as if he couldn't see enough.

Mo Qinglan only felt that there were two X-rays on her back that were about to burn through her body, and she couldn't stand being stared at, so she slammed the door and walked out.

Mo Chen's gaze followed Mo Qinglan until he could no longer see it, the smile on his face gradually dissipated, he closed his eyes tiredly, and let Dr. Zhang toss as if he had fainted.