Chapter: 4057

Mo Xian was taken aback for a moment, then grinned instantly.

"Qin Yu, you are as wise as a fool!"

In his conversation with Guo Tong, he didn't say a word that he wanted to kill the old man.

But Qin Yu guessed it out.

Qin Yu snorted lightly, didn't bother to take the things down, put them on the table not far away, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Far away, listening to her voice sounding inside

"Mo Xian, you didn't expect that one day you would be like the third child and be killed suddenly?"

Is this kind of life what he wants?

Mo Xian didn't answer in silence, just looked at her figure with complicated and thoughtful eyes.

Qin Yu didn't hear the answer, as if she didn't care, she closed the door and took a shower.

She experienced a day of fright today, and her whole heart went up and down, which was already frightening enough.

Mo Xian was injured, and she wasn't worried about what she would do.

Instead, now, she can calm down and let herself relax.

After washing.

She goes out in her pajamas.

Mo Xian hadn't slept yet. After the injection, his hands were still wrapped in gauze.

At this time, he looked at Qin Yu who came out of the door, his brows and eyes were dyed with a thin layer of light, which was full of softness.

He picked up the towel prepared by the side, asked her to sit over, and wiped her hair.

Qin Yu's slightly stiff body gradually relaxed.

She looked out of the dark window, the people behind her moved very lightly, even if it touched her own wound, the pain was insignificant to him.

In the end, her hair was almost dry, and she was too sleepy to keep her eyes open even sitting on the bed.

The whole day's inversion, fright, and fatigue had already put her mentally under too much pressure.

Mo Xian smiled and gently kissed her hair

"Ayu, go and dry your hair before going to bed."

Qin Yu muttered something, didn't move, and lay down directly.

Mo Xian was helpless, and it was inconvenient for him, so he could only let her fall asleep.

Half asleep and half awake.

Mo Xian hugged her waist tightly, and brought her close to his slightly cold body.

Listening to his low and hoarse voice lingering in my ears, like a dream

"Ayu, are you worried about me?"