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"I feel like I've been asleep for a long, long time, and when I woke up, you were asleep too, and I waited for a long time, and you didn't wake up, and in the days that I watched you fall asleep, I was scared, hesitant, and helpless, so, you woke up, let me take a good look at what you looked like when you woke up."

Mo Heng's voice was very soft and low, with a little sadness, a little bit of innocence, and a little bit of flattery, which made Yan Nuo a little crying and laughing.

What about the strong and domineering Mo Heng just now?

The way he looks now is like a dog cub who wags his tail and begs for mercy to his master.

Are you selling cuteness to Yan Nuo?

However, what moved Yan Nuo even more was his words.

Herself, after the battle with Hua Liyue, how long she slept, she didn't know, but, it was definitely not short, such a simple word, but for no reason, Yan Nuo's heart twitched.

Himself, in the battle with Hua Liyue, has a feeling of being reborn after death.

When she was fighting, she didn't think about it so much at all, and now that the battle is over, she has palpitations in hindsight, and it turns out that she survived, and she is more useful than Hua Lianyue, for example, love this little man next to her?

As soon as this thought came to him, Yan Nuo stiffened coldly.

The back board was straight, looking at the dense bath, Yan Nuo's whole person looked a little wooden, she was just thinking, love him well?!

"What ...... it hurts?"

A soft voice sounded in Yan Nuo's ears.

Yan Nuo came back to his senses, looked at the person who made this crispy and soft sound to the bone, and said angrily:

"Who told you to smash the ground with your own hands?"

On the edge of the bath, a piece of cold jade, which had been defected, was destroyed under Mo Heng's palm.

Mo Heng pretended to be aggrieved, "If not, why are you willing to feel sorry for me?" ”

Yan Nuo gritted his teeth, good boy, I really don't want to be addicted.

Which eye did he see that he felt sorry for him?

Shameless!

This guy, since he found out about his existence early in the morning, why didn't he worry that he would slip away while he was pretending to be suffocating?

Did he know her too well, or was she too soft-hearted?

Mo Heng reached out and brushed away Yan Nuo's wet hair on his face, and whispered:

"I just heard your stomach growling."

Yan Nuo pursed his lips, "You're hallucinating." ”

"Really?"

It seemed to be a rhetorical question talking to himself, but at this time, the ferret, which had been ignored, came over and screamed "Na Nai Nai" in front of Yan Nuo, and pointed at it, as if it was talking about something.

Yan Nuo, who was immersed in bandaging Mo Heng's hands, didn't pay much attention to it.

"Look, it can prove it."

Mo Heng used his other intact hand to point at the ferret with a righteous and awe-inspiring face.

"It?"

Yan Nuo squinted, "This little brute, prove to be a fart." Even if I'm really hungry, prove that I can still bake it and eat it? ”

As Yan Nuo's words 'roasted and eaten' fell, it was obvious that the ferret took a few steps back as if it had a deep understanding, and looked directly at Mo Heng with a small look for help.

However, Mo Heng's attention was all on Yan Nuo's body, and he turned a blind eye to the ferret's distress signal.

Yan Nuo raised his eyebrows, "This ferret is your pet?" ”

Mo Heng casually said "um", "It's called Xueyu." ”

Snow, snow?

In the blink of an eye, these two words are really familiar, where did you hear them?

Yan Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, but it was in the Ghost Crying Forest, Mo Heng lost his memory at that time, so he called himself "Xue Zhen", and after a long time, this Xue Heng is a ...... Little brute!

"You're hungry, I can feed you for free, just right, I'm feeling a little hungry too."

Mo Heng's eyes were dazzling, and her eyes looked at Yan Nuo who was in a fugue, full of naked-naked xing, which pulled her back from her fascinated memories.

"No, you don't."

Yan Nuo forcibly resisted the urge to cramp and skin him, but the strength on his hand involuntarily increased a little, and the white cloth that originally wrapped the wound was wet with blood.

Mo Heng still tempted her with gentle eyes, and the injured hand didn't seem to be his!

"But ......"

Mo Heng leaned closer to Yan Nuo, low and charming, "You made me feel it." ”