I was so worried about the wounds on his body, and my eyes widened when I looked at him: "Are you crazy!" You still have wounds on your body, are your legs healed? Y-hmm! ”

It's only been more than a month, and Han Mo is about to go to heaven!

I opened my mouth and bit his tongue, and he felt a slight pain, and I was finally willing to let go of my lips, and my eyes were as black as the endless night.

"Don't make trouble, the injuries on your body are really not good, the doctor said, it will take at least two or three months for your injuries to recover from the same, you are still in the rain when you are forcibly discharged from the hospital, are you going to heaven Han Mo?!"

I used to speak quite calmly, but when I thought of this neuropathy running out of the hospital and running here in the rain, I felt angry, and I couldn't control it at all, and in the end, I couldn't help but raise my voice.

"What are you murdering?"

I was a little out of breath when he suddenly reached out and touched my eyes, looked at me and suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, and then threw such a sentence.

I froze for a moment, like a popped balloon, and my breath was gone.

I raised my hand and took his hand away: "You take a shower, don't touch the wound, change your clothes!"

As I spoke, I took off the bath towel on the top of my head and stuffed it into Han Mo's arms, he looked at me and didn't speak, I hurriedly ran out and helped him close the door.

It was only when I saw the suitcase that he had pulled in that he realized what was going on, something I had never thought about.

I don't know how long I stood there, but I raised my hand and touched my feverish eyes, which were a little wet.

Han Mo hadn't come out yet, so I dragged his suitcase aside and put it away.

When he came out, his hair was still wet, his open chest was still bandaged, and although his hands and feet had been bandaged, I knew that he had not fully recovered.

I'm really afraid of Han Mo, no matter what I do, I won't die.

Seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, I couldn't help but go over and look at his wound, but I couldn't see anything wrong, but when I thought of the doctor's words, I couldn't help but shudder: "Are you uncomfortable?" Does it hurt? ”

I reached out and touched his chest, but I didn't dare to use any strength at all.

As he told himself, he broke ribs, not hair.

"You-"

As soon as I finished speaking, he suddenly pulled me into his arms.

I stiffened slightly, and raised my hand to nudge his shoulder.

Water dripping from his hair fell on the back of my hand, "Your hair is still wet." ”

"Fu Yao."

He raised his hand and touched my hair, his thumb on the back of my head, tight, yet soft.

I snorted in response, "Hmm."

"Don't you miss me?"

I froze for a moment, rolled my eyes upward, looked at the ceiling above my head before I spoke, "No."

I want to say that I miss him too, but I don't know why, I just can't say it.

It's weird, I just can't say it.

He suddenly let go, his hands fell on my shoulders, forcing me to look at him: "Not a single phone call, Fu Yao, your lies are really getting more and more clumsy."

I couldn't help but laugh, raised my hand and pushed him away, took the towel from the side and put it on his head, and then said, "I'm not lying."

With that, I sat up and retrieved the towel, "I'll wipe your hair."

He didn't object, changed his position, leaned back on the bed like an uncle, and let me wipe his hair.

The hand was not restless at all, pinching here and there.

I'm most afraid that someone will touch my waist, I'm really hungry, and I can't help but want to laugh when I touch it.

Han Mo touched my waist without saying anything, he still pinched it, I laughed directly, and hurriedly patted his hand: "Don't pinch me, I want to laugh!"

He looked up at me and raised his eyebrows slightly, a little bit in the foot: "Han Mo!"

Provocatively, he pinched it again.

I hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Han Mo, you are not naïve."

He sneered, reached out and took the towel off his head, and then suddenly hugged me and lay on the bed: "The most childish thing I have ever done is to take a fancy to you."

“……”

I wanted to raise my hand and touch how much his hair had dried out, but his hand holding me suddenly tightened: "Don't move, I'll hold it for a while."

As he spoke, his face suddenly fell on my face, and some tiny stubble pierced my face, and some stinged. The temperature kept coming, and I only felt a movement in my heart, and I couldn't help but raise my hand to hug him tightly: "Han Mo."

He didn't move, just snorted in a low voice, which was a response: "Hmm."

"I've been thinking about you all the time."

I could clearly feel him stiffen for a moment, then the hand holding me suddenly loosened, and before I could react, he lowered his head and kissed him.

Menacing, I don't seem to have much choice but to be submissive.

Han Mo has never concealed himself, nor will he be wronged.

I could clearly feel the change in him, but his wound was really not a joke, and I quickly raised my hand and pushed him.

He looked down at me, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked at me like he wanted to swallow me.

I was a little nervous by him, but I still had to bite the bullet and say: "You have secretly run out, don't die, the doctor has said, you have picked up a life in vain, don't be so uncherished."

As I spoke, I felt a little hot in my eyes.

He lifted his hand and pressed my head into his arms, thinking about his hair that was not completely dry, and he felt like he had taken gunpowder: "Sleep!"

"But—"

"Fu Yao, can you try again?"

I didn't dare to move, my face was pressed against his chest, and my nose was filled with the exact scent of shower gel on my body.

After more than eight years of tugging and tugging, I never thought we would have a day like this.

I remembered the day when I watched him being carried out of the car covered in blood, and the tears finally couldn't hold back, and they fell down drop by drop: "Han Mo, can you stop a little in the future?"

"Why don't I stop?"

Obviously, he looks very reasonable, and his words are as strong as the duck's beak.

He also said that I was strong, but I didn't know that the most tough person was him.

"You just hit the car and you think you're a cat? There are so many nine lives, so you don't care about such one or two, do you? ”

He didn't speak, I pushed him, then widened the distance between the two of us, and looked up at him steadily: "Han Mo, can you think about me more in the future, I don't want to have such an experience again."

In those two nights, I even thought that if he couldn't wake up, I would run to the middle of the road and walk with him.

But I'm not reconciled, why does King Yama dare to accept a person who is arrogant there on weekdays.

He raised his hand to wipe the tears from my face, but he didn't refute: "Okay."

"Don't drive so fast in the future, okay, I want to vomit every time?"

"Okay."

"Don't race anymore, okay?"

"Okay."

"Don't smoke anymore, okay?"

Han Mo smoked fiercely, and I once saw him smoke a pack of cigarettes in less than two hours.

"Okay."

I looked at him, as if I had a lot to say, but I didn't know what else to say.

But he suddenly kissed me, very lightly, which was rare in Han Mo's body.

"Fu Yao, I also want to accompany you for a little longer, so I will never easily use my danger as a game in the future."

He took my hand, then broke it one finger at a time, and finally clasped it with my fingers.

I've been with Han Mo for so long, and I haven't heard a word of love from him.

The only sentence is nothing more than the three words that forced him to hurry up and said to me - I love you.

I think people like Han Mo, like me, will always be awkward and desperate in terms of love. The two of us were able to get to this day, I was dying in the early stage, and he was dying in the later stage, if we had to let go of someone earlier, today's things would not have happened.

So I never thought he would say something like that, and I don't know how I feel.

The whole person seemed to be wrapped in something, and he was covered with warmth, and he couldn't stop it, and he didn't know where it came from.

I tightened his hand and leaned my head down against his chest.

Such a real heartbeat, I finally wasn't dreaming.

I think I've probably slept the most soundly in the past five years.

Probably tired, Han Mo hadn't woken up when I woke up.

I forgot to draw the curtains last night, the sun was shining through the window, and he was backlit, but I could clearly see the edges and corners of his face.

I thought about myself and Han Mo many results, but I never thought that we would have such a day.

Really, the two of us are always not on the same channel, he doesn't love me when I love him, I don't want to love him when he loves me.

And our beginning was really unbearable, and if I could, I also liked that my encounter with him was just around the corner of the street, and I was a student or a white-collar worker in a hurry. No, in a messy place like Hongyan, as a backing singer, when I needed money the most, I had to carry my self-esteem and try to be equal in front of him.

This car accident made his whole body thin, his face has always been boned, and now the line of his chin is even more obvious and sharpened, I raised my hand to touch it, even the cheeks are slightly sunken.

It's just that I'm content with him lying in that hospital bed without a life. Anyway, if a person loses weight, he can always raise it back, but if the person is gone, there is nothing.

I was about to withdraw my hand, but he grabbed my wrist first, it was too late to take it back, I was caught by him like this, and then watched his peach blossom eyes open little by little.