Jiang Jian said, "...... What are you talking about, Auntie? ”

His legs were a little weak, and he turned around and left, but Zhou Moruo raised his head, "Jiang Lianyan,"

Jiang Lianyan paused,

Zhou Moruo walked behind him, "Is it so difficult to admit that you like me?" ”

Jiang Lianyan paused, he turned his head, "Why are you so sure that I just like you?" ”

Zhou Moruo picked up the clothes in his hand, "Don't tell me that you washed my clothes with your own hands because you sympathized with me,"

Jiang Jian said, "I don't sympathize with you, I just look at the ...... you saved me."

Zhou Moruo interrupted him, "You're lying! ”

Jiang Lianyan clenched his fingers, "I didn't,"

He looked up, "I didn't,"

Zhou Moruo's eyes suddenly became hot, she couldn't tell if it was a grievance or something, and suddenly wanted to cry, but she endured it and finally lowered her hand, "Really,"

She scoffed, "What am I doing?" ”

Obviously said that he would wait for himself to admit it, even if he was willing to do it for a long time, but now he is forcing him,

In the end, it's not about making yourself sad,

Zhou Moruo raised his head and shook the clothes in his hand twice, "Thank you,"

Jiang Yanyan turned his head back to the room without saying a word,

Zhou Moruo was silent for a long time, and then followed,

She went to the bathroom to change her clothes, then lay on the bed and covered the quilt, and never said a word again.

Jiang Lianyan sat by the window with a book, looking at the book with his eyes, but he didn't turn a page for a long time.

He glanced at the person on the bed, Zhou Moruo was lying there with his back to him, and he didn't know if he was really asleep.

Of course Zhou Moruo didn't fall asleep, she was just very confused in her mind, and she didn't want to talk to Jiang Yanyan, so she could only pretend to be asleep.

However, pretending to be dressed, she really fell asleep, and closed her eyes in a daze.

Jiang Lianyan held a book that had not been opened in a daze until eight o'clock, and at eight o'clock, he suddenly remembered something, stood up suddenly, walked to the table, and picked up a white tube of ointment,

The doctor told him yesterday that applying it to Zhou Moruo before going to bed at night will help the bruising in her wound dissolve.

Zhou Moruo slept in a daze, as if she heard someone calling her, she tried hard to open her eyes, but only opened a slit.

Jiang Lianyan took the ointment and shook it in front of her eyes, "Get up, apply the wound on your back,"

Although Zhou Moruo's eyes were open, his consciousness was very blurred.

Wake her up when she is sleeping, Zhou Moruo usually has a period of empty consciousness, she doesn't know what kind of state it is, but Tang Qiao told her that it was terrible,

But no one has ever called her when she is sleeping deeply, because Zhou Moruo has always slept very lightly,

However, I don't know what's wrong today, maybe because of illness, she fell asleep completely,

Zhou Moruo's eyes were slit, and Jiang Yanyan didn't know if she was looking at him, so he patted her again, "Get up, apply medicine,"

Zhou Moruo said "um",

Jiang Lianyan sighed, lowered his head and squeezed the ointment on the cotton swab, but when he looked up, he saw that the person was still open, but he didn't move at all.

Jiang Yanyan pushed her, "Hey, wake up, how can I paint you like this?" ”

Zhou Moruo lifted the quilt, turned over, and didn't move again.

Jiang Yanyan frowned, Zhou Moruo was wearing a hospital gown at first, which was relatively loose, and the clothes could fade to the back as soon as she pulled them, but now she was wearing her own sweatshirt, the neckline was close to her neck, and she couldn't pull it down by a centimeter.