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Mo Mo Lian didn't blame him. He was so drunk at the time, she knew that he was violent when he got angry, and she had also seen his guilt. She knew that Simochi was very good to her.

She didn't know what to do. Her heart had always been with her brother, and she felt that it was impossible for her to fall in love with another person in her life. Therefore, it was destined that the feelings he had for her would not be reciprocated.

Their marriage had come too suddenly. They had been siblings for twenty years, yet in just one night, they had become the closest couple. Although she did not want that to happen, that sort of thing happened.

Her gaze swept across his body and softly asked, "Are you in pain?"

His eyes were bright red, and under the light of the lantern, they shone brightly. The soreness and pain mixed together in his nose, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He was the one who had caused all the injuries on her body. He had thought about her attitude when she woke up — rejection, cold eyes, indifference, and even hatred …

Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that not only did she not blame him, she did not even mention that her wounds were hurting. On the contrary, she only asked if he was hurting. At that moment, Xi Muqiao's heart felt chapped, and with a loud bang, it exploded.

He sat by her side, leaning over and holding her in his arms. His big hands were trembling as he caressed her black hair. Regret and gentleness intertwined together in his black eyes.

He didn't see her face. His tears fell drop by drop onto the pure white chuang list, as water blossomed on it, layer by layer.

Simocho's voice, heavy and nasal, was in his ears, low and hoarse.

"I'm sorry …"

She lifted a hand without blood and hugged his broad back. She was shocked, although she could not see, but she knew that he was crying. They had grown up together, and this was the first time she saw him crying.

He did not want himself to see it, and she did not point it out.

She did not hate Simochet, and she had deep feelings for him, but they had nothing to do with love.

She patted his back, then jokingly said, "Why aren't you getting up yet? Your pressure hurt my wound."

Shocked, Simoché jerked his head up to look at her, afraid to touch her again.

Mo Yan looked at his panic-stricken appearance, curled her lips, and her eyes curved into a curved line. When they were young, they had done something wrong, and this was the expression that Simochi had when his grandma had punished them.

Her soft little hands clasped the warm palms of Simoché. "Muchet, will you stop drinking?"

He kissed the tip of her finger and looked at her tenderly, without a trace of hesitation.

"Alright!"

Xi Muqiao told Zuo Zhen to send his mother back to his old house. Yuan Sufei refused, but Xi Muqiao was very tough. His mother ran away, her heart was in her throat, and her charming face was filled with fatigue.

"Mom, quickly go back and rest. I'll be waiting here. If anything happens, I'll inform you. Don't worry."

"Alright, if there's anything, you must tell me."

Xi Muqiao nodded and helped his mother close the door, watching the car disappear into the night.

He didn't turn around at once, but stood in front of the hospital. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

His black overcoat, black trousers, and black shoes seemed to merge with the dark and silent night. He could only see the flickering sparks, and the blue and white smoke that came out of his thin lips was instantly dispersed by the chilly wind of the night.

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was almost midnight, so he squinted and took a long drag on his cigarette. By then, his wife should be asleep.

He put away the thought of calling Qiao Mu, put out his cigarette on the trash can, and strode towards the hospital's main hall.

On the contrary, Qiao Mu was not sleepy at all. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at the pitch-black ceiling and counted the sheep.

"One happy sheep, two boiled sheep, three beautiful sheep, four Hui Tai Lang …"

"Ahh, why can't I sleep?!"

She stood up and scratched her head, forcefully turning it into a chicken nest. Then she slumped down on the bed and continued to look at the ceiling. She felt that she was really doomed, because she had always been thinking about Xi Muqiao.

Since he left in such a hurry, it definitely wasn't a small matter. She really wanted to call him right away and ask how he was, but she was afraid of disturbing him.

She gripped the edge of the blanket tightly and pouted. "Uncle, it's true that you didn't call me at all and told me to hurry over here. If I had known earlier, I would have followed him."

She lay flat as a baby, closed her eyes, and continued to count the sheep.

"One happy, two boiled sheep..." "Five lazy sheep, six Simujo …"

She abruptly opened her eyes, hugged her head and began to wail.

"It's over, it's all over. Heart of Spring is really rippling, I'm really lost in this old man's beauty?" "It's too scary, wuu."

She suddenly thought of Simujo's question to her, 'Does Madame want to give me a baby?'

She thought happily, uncle is so good-looking, his looks and height are first class, she is not bad either, and the children he gave birth to all of their good points, they must be very beautiful.

Her face began to heat up again, and she reached out from under the covers and covered her face with her hands. He was already beginning to think of giving birth to another child!

She spent the night thinking and thinking, and only fell asleep when it was almost daybreak. When Simujo came back, she was still puking and sleeping soundly.

He put it on the table and looked around. Silently, he said, Is the wife still in bed?

He smiled. "What a lazy little pig."

Her small body was curled up in a ball under the quilt, revealing only her small black head. Her small mouth was slightly deformed by the pillow, and a string of saliva formed a thin silver line between the corner of her mouth and the pillow.

Simujo leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He reached into the quilt to touch her little foot, but it was warm.

He took off his clothes and shoes. He was only wearing a flat black horn on his body. He lifted up the blanket and got in gently. Since he hadn't closed his eyes last night, he was also a bit tired. It would be good for him to hug his wife and take a nap.

His sturdy arms reached out to her body and grabbed her shoulders. She carefully turned Qiao Mu over and did not mind that the corner of Qiao Mu's mouth still had saliva on it as she pulled her into her embrace.

Qiao Mu rubbed against his chest for a while. The soft hair brushed against his chest, making his heart itch. Finally, she found a comfortable position and stopped moving.

Xi Muqiao forced a smile and lifted the bangs on her forehead with his long fingers. His thin lips fell on her smooth forehead as he whispered into her ear.

"Little bastard, picking up your husband so early in the morning."