Mo Nanjue held her waist and walked towards the house, glancing at her dark circles and his face turned cold, "You didn't sleep all night?!"
"I heard you went out," Tong Ran tugged at his hand, leading him to the table, "Did you apply medicine? How did you get hurt again?"
He gets hurt so easily... Does this man think he's made of iron?!
Can't he treat himself better?!
Tong Ran's nose tingled with sadness, she turned around to find the medicine kit, Mo Nanjue extended his long arm and pulled her into his embrace, he held down her hands, "Don't move!"
"Your hand is injured..."
"I said don't move!"
"..."
Mo Nanjue buried his handsome face into her neck, actually it was impossible for his heart not to feel miserable, many things interlinked could be immediately understood, the man lightly closed his eyes, and the hand on her waist gradually tightened.
