Chapter 1709

Mo Lingwei was a little sleepy at first, but after Feng Shaojin made such a fuss, although she was still very tired, she couldn't fall asleep.

She looked at the moonlight outside the window, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The sound of gurgling water came out of the ear room, Mo Lingwei originally thought that Feng Shaojin would come out soon, after all, he was always doing everything very fast.

Unexpectedly, just taking a bath, Feng Shaojin seemed to have passed out inside, and didn't come out of the ear room for a long time.

Mo Lingwei lay in bed for a few days, her head and throat still hurt, and her heart was also very stuffy.

She closed her eyes and covered her head with a quilt, trying to block out the noise coming from the ear room.

"Don't be bored anymore." A pair of big hands lifted the quilt from her head, and the man's tall body leaned over, dampness lingered all over his body, Feng Shaojin asked softly: "What's the matter, is the sound of water bothering you?" ?”

Mo Lingwei remained silent and closed her eyes.

Feng Shaojin uncovered the quilt, grabbed her ankle with his big palm, and checked the sprain of her ankle, and saw that the redness and swelling had disappeared, leaving only thick bruises on the instep.

Her script was born small and exquisite, and it was as white as snow. Now that her instep was covered with bruises, she looked even more shocking.

Feng Shaojin stared at her ankle for a while, with unclear meaning in his eyes, he took a plaster from the bedside, spread it on it, and rubbed it for her with appropriate strength until her ankle became hot and red, Feng Shaojin withdrew his hand.

He lay back beside Mo Lingwei, turned sideways to her, smelled the familiar scent on her body, and said in a low voice: "Lingwei..."

Mo Lingwei waited for the second half of his sentence, wondering what he was going to say to her.

But after waiting for a long time, Feng Shaojin seemed to be stuck, and there was no movement.

What do you say? The damage has been done, what else can be said.

He wanted to say sorry, but this late sorry was already too redundant.

Feng Shaojin sighed, "It's late, go to sleep."

Mo Lingwei: "..."

Feng Shaojin got up, blew out the candle, and lay down neatly beside her like many nights before, but held her hand under the quilt, refusing to let go.

Mo Lingwei let him hold her hand, and the breathing of the two of them seemed particularly distant and long in the empty night, rising and falling one after another.

Mo Lingwei asked suddenly: "How are you thinking?"

"Huh?" Feng Shaojin didn't expect that she would take the initiative to talk to him. He was a little surprised, opened his closed eyes, tilted his head, and looked at the person beside him burningly, "What?"

"Before I left last time, I begged you to let me go. You said that you would seriously consider it." Mo Lingwei also turned her head, her dark eyes met his bright eyes in the dark night, and repeated: "How did you think about it?" ?”

Feng Shaojin raised his hand to touch her shoulder, "Are you afraid that something like this will happen again?"

"Scared!" Mo Lingwei replied truthfully.

There are many ways to die. When a person loses his desire to live in despair, it is the easiest way to give up life.

But hope was right in front of her eyes. My sister-in-law had just told her that she would take her back to Jincheng and leave this place.

She has been with Xiu'er for so long and has a deep relationship. Although she is an aunt, she is like a sister and a mother. It is such a joy to watch Xiu'er grow up day by day. Xiu'er's life, but Mo Jinyu In exchange for life.

There is also the little niece who is far away in Jincheng, she is over a year old, she must be as cute as Yuxue, she wants to go back and see her.

To suffocate to death bit by bit in the smoke and fire is too terrible and painful!

She doesn't want to experience it again in this life...