"Isn't it bitter?" Bo Huan asked helplessly.

Mu Han stared at her and nodded slightly.

Bitter!

Bo Huan almost didn't laugh, and hurriedly fed him the water, "Take the medicine and lie down for a while." ”

Thinking that Bo Huan was leaving, Mu Hanshen suddenly grabbed her hand and shook his head: "Don't go!" ”

Bo Huan put the water glass aside and covered him with a quilt: "I'm not leaving, I'm here to accompany you." ”

"Really?" Mu Han grabbed her fingers timidly, and her dark eyes were shining, looking particularly cute.

"Of course!" Bo Huan smiled lightly, she finally knew who inherited the paranoid cuteness in Mu Bao's body.

Hearing Bo Huan's words, Mu Hanshen closed his eyes quietly, but grabbed Bo Huan's hand and refused to let go.

Maybe he was really tired, and in less than five minutes, he heard the man's gentle breathing.

Bo Huan took away the coat on the side, and suddenly a lot of things fell out of it and spread them on the ground.

There were drawing papers, withered flowers, and a pile of broken balloons.

Seeing these things, Bo Huan was slightly stunned and looked at the lonely shadow: "What is this?" Why was Mu Han put in his pocket? ”

Bo Huan said as he opened the drawing paper.

The moment I opened it, I was a little stunned.

The white paper is full of her portraits.

There are those who are asleep, in a daze, laughing, and angry......

Too much, too much, as similar to her as much as 90 percent.

Seeing that Bo Huan was surprised, Lone Shadow reminded in a whisper: "This is all painted by Mu Shao today, he didn't do anything, he painted ...... light."

"There are also these flowers and balloons, because they were specially prepared by Miss Bo, so Mu Shao didn't let anything touch them."

Bo Huan looked at the drawing paper and was speechless.

He couldn't see her, and he could draw so many expressions of her just by imagining?

How familiar do you have to be with her?

"So, it was also because you drew me that you accidentally injured your hand?"

Lone Shadow nodded: "Probably...... I love Miss Bo so much! ”

Bo Huan couldn't refute this answer.

Mu Hanshen personally admitted that he loved her!

Bo Huan stared at Mu Hanshen for a few seconds before raising his eyes to look at Lone Shadow and said softly: "When I came here today, Mu Bao was still sleeping, and I was accompanied by Xuxu, so you can arrange someone to send Mu Bao home." ”

Her body had almost recovered, and when Mu Hanshen woke up, they also went back directly.

"Yes, Miss Bo." Lone Shadow nodded respectfully and turned to leave the private room.

The room fell silent, and Bo Huan's gaze fell on Mu Hanshen's pale and handsome face.

The man seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, his eyes were closed, his eyes were rolling restlessly, and cold sweat was oozing from his forehead.

He seems to be dreaming, still a bad dream!

"Mu Hanshen." Bo Huan stepped forward, his fingertips slid over his twisted eyebrows, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm by your side, sleep in peace." ”

Hearing Bo Huan's voice, Mu Han's tense body slowly relaxed and fell asleep.

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Two hours later, Mu Hanshen woke up from a nightmare.

Eyes snapped open, and the room was pitch black.

He moved, only to find that there was a person lying on his stomach beside him, his petite body shrunk into a ball, and the familiar body ~ fragrance on his body spread to the sensory world.

Realizing who it was, Mu Hanshen's body suddenly stiffened, and his face lost its blood.

Mu Hanshen's movements woke Bo Huan up and slowly raised his head.

In the dark night, seeing that the man had sat up, Bo Huan straightened up, probed the temperature of his forehead, and said softly: "It's okay, the fever has subsided." ”

Hearing Bo Huan's voice, Mu Hanshen didn't even dare to breathe, and all that was in her mind was the scene of her lying on the operating table covered in blood.

"Mu Han ......"

Bo Huan was just about to speak, but Mu Hanshen suddenly pushed her away and stumbled into the bathroom.

With a bang, the door was locked.

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Go to work first, and come back in the evening to write a little.