Mo Qing raised her eyebrows a little and looked at Gu Xiaoran, who rolled the quilt and fell on the ground.
Gu Xiaoran was lying on the ground. His predecessor was close to the cement stone floor. It was cold. Although he pulled the quilt tightly with both hands, his two bare legs were exposed outside. He didn't need to see what was under the quilt.
She raised her head and peeped at Zhuo ran. Seeing that Zhuo ran didn't look at her, she was relieved and then looked at Mo Qing. That guy also looked at her for a moment without any intention of avoiding. She was embarrassed and had a heart of death. She hurriedly shrunk her legs and wrapped herself in a ball.
Gu Xiaoran looked at the bed behind him. He wanted to go back to the bed, but he was afraid of going out again. It was neither moving nor not moving when he was lying on the ground.
But Mo Qing held her chin with one hand and looked at her. Her playful smile made her even more afraid to move.
Gu Xiaoran lay on the ground, although embarrassed, but finally saw the injury on Mo Qing's body.
From his shoulder to his arm, his whole arm was stained red with blood, obviously swept by submachine gun.
The danger of the situation at that time can be seen without looking at it.
Gu Xiaoran felt even worse.
After treating the wound, Zhuo ran picked up his things and put a bottle of Medicine on the table. "If you have a fever, don't forget to take it."
With that, he got up, carried the medicine box and left with a basin full of blood.
Gu Xiaoran watched Zhuo ran go out and shut the door.
A pair of feet in military boots stopped in front of her. She followed her long legs and saw that the clothes had been put on without buttons, revealing a piece of skin wrapped in bandages on her chest and abdomen. Then she looked up at the deep eyes of shangmoqing with a smile.
He crouched down and gazed at her. "Why don't you get some more sleep?" Her voice was as gentle as hypnosis, and her eyes swept her snow-white arm outside the quilt.
Gu Xiaoran's heart was blocked up so much that he couldn't say a word. Looking at his sleeves dyed red with blood, tears came again.
Mo Qing smiles and reaches for her. Gu Xiaoran hides beside her. He just looks up at her and holds her up with a quilt.
"Your wound."
"Nothing."
Gu Xiaoran looked at the four warheads on the table and was shot four times. He said it was OK.
Mo Qing sent her back to the bed and did not go away. She sat down beside the bed and looked at her quietly.
"I'll find you some clothes to change." When Zhuo ran sent her back to her room, she left Mo Qing's luggage bag.
Mo Qing pressed her shoulder and looked at her. His eyes were as deep as night pool.
Gu Xiaoran thought of his own ideas, and almost killed him. He didn't know how to face him. He bowed his head and didn't dare to look into his eyes.
He stared at her for a long time, and his index finger lifted her chin.
Gu Xiaoran couldn't avoid it, so he had to look at him again.
Mo Qing stares at her eyes tightly. Her eyes are like black gems immersed in water. They are black and bright. "Want to escape?" There was no smile on his face.
Gu Xiaoran shook his head.
"Don't want to escape, why don't you dare to look at me?"
"I always think I'm very capable. I always want to help you, but actually..."
Gu Xiaoran clenched her lips and swallowed what she said. When she was his shadow, he always arranged everything according to his orders. She just did things according to his instructions. Without his arrangement, she could do nothing. She thought she had the ability, but she was self righteous
She thought that she would go to Myanmar without telling him, and help him at the critical moment, but she was wrong from the beginning to the end. She was so stupid that she ignored Nawa's ability.
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