Chapter 9： Want to touch her

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Chapter 9 Want to Touch Her

Mu Nuan Nuan, who gave him the medicine, looked very gentle, so gentle that Mu Tingxiao had a touch of emotion.

Then, I just wanted to touch her.

She is his wife and she takes everything for granted.

But for Mu Nuannuan, he is "Mu Jiachen" and the cousin of Mu Tingxiao.

He flirted with her three times and kissed her, far beyond her tolerance.

Mu Nuanneng pushed him abruptly, stepped back a few steps, far away from him, said with a cold face: "Mu Jiachen, I am your cousin! Please be respectful!"

After taking the bullet just now, she didn't hate "Mu Jiachen" so much, but she didn't expect him to be so arrogant.

Mu Tingxiao rubbed his lips like aftertaste, and there was a slight bewitching voice in his beautiful voice: "Cousin's wife, you just followed the cousin for a lifetime, but don't consider me?"

Mu Nuan Nuan refused directly and simply: "Do not consider."

With a small face in wood, and a ugly dress, like a little old lady, there is no moving place at all.

Mu Tingxiao felt that Mu Nuan Nuan was very vivid.

Mu Nuannuan felt that he could no longer sit and wait for his death, which would only make Mu Jiachen more unscrupulous.

"You call someone to pick you up, or I'll call an ambulance, and then someone will know you got a gunshot wound."

Her voice was soft, and even if it was threatening, it did not have any deterrent effect.

Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, and just as if she hadn't heard it, she immediately knocked her eyes to rest.

Mu Nuannuan: "..."

She bit her lip, looked at his pale paper-face, and couldn't bear to wake him up to drive him away.

Taking advantage of the rest of "Mu Jiachen", Mu Nuan Nuan went to the vegetable farm.

Although she was the third Miss Mu in name, she didn't have the life of the Miss. Most of the time she was sick and no one was in control. When she was hungry, no one asked.

Therefore, her ability to live is very strong.

No longer hate "Mu Jiachen", she can't take the risk that he might die here regardless of him.

She lived very hard and worked hard, not wanting to sacrifice her life or burying him.

Therefore, she reluctantly made soup for him.

...

When night fell, Mu Nuannuan woke up "Mu Jiachen".

"Are you hungry? I boiled the soup. Would you like to drink a little?" She was standing two steps away from him, afraid that he would make any extravagant moves.

Mu Tingxiao looked up at her, vomiting a word with pity: "Yes."

Mu Nuanneng filled the soup and put it on the small table in front of his bed, then he stepped away from him.

But her small single room is too small.

In addition to the partitioned kitchenette and bathroom, a 1.5-meter bed, a small folding table, a single sofa, a used book shelf... a few simple things have occupied most of the room.

No matter how far she jumped, she couldn't be out of sight of Mu Tingxiao.

Mu Tingxiao glanced at her, slowly sitting upright, and then pulled away the quilt expressionlessly, exposing the gauze soaked in blood on his chest, casually opening: "The wound has cracked."

That indifferent tone seemed to be talking about not the wounds of his life, but the things of others.

Mu Nuann didn't want to control him, but he couldn't look at it.

Can only walk slowly past, picked up the soup bowl in one hand, ladle the soup in one hand and handed the soup to his lips.

Mu Tingxiao said nothing this time. He lowered his eyes and swallowed the soup she fed him.

There was silence in the small room, only the small sound of the spoon touching the edge of the bowl, and the wordless ambiguity spread like this.