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The girl is soft and quiet in the boudoir.

The man leaned against the head of the bed, closed the comic book in his hand, and glanced down at the time on his watch, his cold handsome face, and his expression was a little gloomy.

He doesn't like to wait.

Twenty-nine minutes have passed!

That girl hasn't come back yet!

Just as he frowned, stared down at the clock in his hand, and his face became more and more ugly, a sound of footsteps finally sounded outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and Zhao Wanyi, who ran with a slightly red face, appeared at the door.

When she saw the man's gloomy gaze, Zhao Wanyi's heart tightened slightly, and she subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately ......"

Thankfully, she wasn't late.

Seeing him appear, the man withdrew his cold gaze and lowered his wrist with his watch.

Zhao Wanyi walked over slowly, all the way to the bedside, and looked at the closed comic book beside him.

"Have you read this comic, isn't the story in it interesting?" She asked with a smile.

This comic book is humorous, and it is full of small jokes and all kinds of embarrassing things that the silly protagonist experiences.

She used to like to read this kind of book, and she felt much better after reading it.

Hearing her ask, the expression on Ji Mushen's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of unnatural embarrassment.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, instead dropping the book on the bedside table.

I didn't plan to admit the fact that I just waited for her to wait for the annoyance of waiting, and casually flipped through the comic.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Wanyi didn't say anything more, but stared at his seemingly pale face worriedly, and then raised his palm towards him naturally.

The warm, soft palm of his hand covered his forehead.

The man sitting at the head of the bed was slightly stunned, and his gaze fell on her serious and gentle face, and paused.

He looked at her warm face, and suddenly a warmth crossed his heart, and he just looked at her in a trance.

After a while, Zhao Wanyi put down her hand and muttered in a worried voice.

"It still seems to be a little hot." As she spoke, she raised her eyes again, looked at his lips that were a little white from blood loss, and asked with concern.

"Are you still dizzy, is the wound still a little painful?"

Her voice sounded, and the man's gaze paused, subconsciously wanting to say that it didn't hurt, but when his eyes met her eyes full of tenderness, the voice suddenly stopped.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice.

"Sort of."

As soon as he heard him say that he was still a little uncomfortable, the expression on Zhao Wanyi's face changed, and she remembered something, suddenly turned around and went into the bathroom, found a towel dipped in cold water, wrung it out, and came out again.

The first thing he did when he came to the bedside was to help him lie down, Ji Mushen, who had always been difficult, was inexplicably obedient at this time, and surprisingly cooperated with her.

Even he didn't know why he listened so much to this bad girl who had lied to him so much.

Just looking at her so gentle and caring for him, he did it unconsciously.

Seeing him lying down, Zhao Wanyi carefully folded the towel and put it on his forehead, then gently breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the side of the bed.

Seeing that she was leaving, the man's eyes tightened, and his big hand grabbed her wrist again, and the expression on his cold face became a little serious.