He Zheyu looked at the collapsed Mo Qinghan, and there was a faint pain in his chest, he knew that Mo Qingyu's death was nothing more than making Mo Qinghan's gray world all black. In the lips that squirmed many times, three words finally floated faintly: "I'm sorry!" ”

Listening to He Zheyu's words, Mo Qinghan's eyes lowered a cold light, this was also the first time she looked at He Zheyu with such eyes, and after chuckling coldly a few times, her gray lips lifted and said, "Do you think that with just these three words, you can erase the fact that Qing Yu was forced to death by Zhao Yiya?" Or do you think we only deserve the three words "You He Zheyu". ”

After saying this, the black eyes of the two people in the room stared at each other, and the ward was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats, and the first person to break the silence was He Zheyu.

"Mo Qinghan, I have one request to you, you are not allowed to seek death. I'll take care of the rest. He Zheyu said in a commanding tone.

After Mo Qingyu's death, Mo Qinghan fell asleep in bed for two days, coupled with a miscarriage, his body was so weak that he couldn't support it after standing for a while, He Zheyu saw Mo Qinghan who was crumbling next to him, and immediately picked her up, put her on the hospital bed, and put the still hot soup in the bowl again, Mo Qinghan saw that the spoon was close to his lips, his head was on one side, biting his lip deadly, no matter what He Zheyu said, he didn't open the closed mouth.

He Zheyu took a mouthful of the soup in the bowl in his mouth, put the bowl on the cabinet on the side, and approached him, when his lips touched Mo Qinghan's lips, Mo Qinghan used all his strength to push He Zheyu.

He restrained Mo Qinghan's moving hand with his hand, seeing that Mo Qinghan still bit his lip and didn't open his mouth, and clamped Mo Qinghan's two hands and pinched her arm hard, it may have been very painful, just when she opened her lips slightly and shouted pain, He Zheyu immediately poured the soup in her mouth into her mouth.

Mo Qinghan already resented He Zheyu in his heart, and when he saw him pushing himself like this, he bit He Zheyu's lip hard, and the pain brought to He Zheyu by his lips made him frown slightly, but he still endured it, and the force that restrained Mo Qinghan's hand was also much softer, and the mouths of the two slowly blurred in every corner of their mouths with that touch of blood.

Mo Qinghan let go of He Zheyu's lips, and He Zheyu slowly got up, looking at the blood spilling out of his bitten lips, his eyes softened and said, "If you feed me no more, I will still bite you." ”

After He Zheyu wiped the blood stains remaining on Mo Qinghan's lips with his fingertips, he reached out to the bowl containing the soup on the cabinet, and after taking a big sip, he still fed it into Mo Qinghan's mouth, Mo Qinghan didn't resist as much as before, and the strength of biting He Zheyu's lips slowly weakened, after He Zheyu poured the soup in his mouth into Mo Qinghan's mouth, the corners of his mouth outlined a sweet smile and said: "In the end, you are still reluctant, aren't you?" ”

Mo Qinghan didn't speak, silently endured He Zheyu's special way of feeding the soup, and fed all the soup into Mo Qinghan's mouth in this way.

"I don't mind feeding you this way every day, it's just that I have to work hard and chew a few more times."

Mo Qinghan replied a little weakly: "He Zheyu, can you not be so disgusting?" ”