Chapter 971 Sleep is extremely unstable

Tong Ran trembled all over, because these two words made him inexplicably quiet.

She curled up her legs and huddled her body into a ball, completely in a self-protective posture. When Mo Nanjue stretched out his hand, he realized that her entire palm was sweaty.

The man frowned, but he didn't move anymore, but lay directly beside her.

Mo Nanjue didn't dare to sleep with his whole body. Although this position was extremely uncomfortable, he was afraid of pressing her arms, so he had to half-prop his body, his eyes falling on her face for a moment.

She had a small face originally, but after a few days of doing this, she looked even smaller.

From this angle of a man, he could clearly see her slender collarbones. The little flesh she had gained over the past few months had lost weight, and she was even thinner than before.

Mo Nanjue stretched out his hand and caressed her cheek. As soon as his fingertips touched it, Tong Ran retracted his hands and hugged himself in shock, "Don't hit me!"

Mo Nanjue's eyes darkened, he retracted his hand, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Sleep well, no one will hit you."

Tong Ran still frowned, obviously still very scared, the man had not stayed for a long time, and the dark circles under her eyes were heavy. She must not have slept much these days, and what she needed was a good sleep.

Mo Nanjue pulled the quilt up and covered her shoulders, stood up and left the room.

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lounge.

Mo Nanjue stood on the balcony. He leaned his elbows on the railing and leaned out half of his body. The cigarette held between his slender fingers was about to burn to the end, but the man had no idea. He narrowed his eyes and looked out the window.

, his expression revealed a bit of complexity.

After a while, a female doctor came out with a list.

There were footsteps behind him, but Mo Nanjue still didn't move. He had been standing for a long time, obviously lost in thought.

"Master Jue." The female doctor saw this and called softly.

Only then did Mo Nanjue come back to his senses. His fingers shook, apparently burned by the cigarette. The man dropped his hand and turned back to the room, "How was it?"

"I just gave her a brief check-up because she was still sleeping and her current state is not suitable for a deep check-up."

The female doctor followed Mo Nanjue to the sofa. The man sat down and put one leg up, "What do you mean?"

"Judging from the state of her sleep, she is very restless. Even the slightest movement can affect her, which shows that her mood is not stable." The female doctor looked solemn. "She must have been frightened in some way, or she was under too much psychological pressure.

, or there are too many things that she can’t figure out, and it will become like this.”

Mo Nanjue's expression was sinister, "What will be the consequences?"

"The consequences will be terrible if they continue," the female doctor pushed up her glasses. "Her sleep is extremely unstable now. If it continues, she will be unable to fall asleep at all, or she will wake up immediately if there is the slightest sound.

If this goes on for a long time, the spirit will definitely collapse."

Mo Nanjue frowned, "What needs to be done to relieve it?"

"Did she go to the prison and go around for a while?" the female doctor suddenly said.

"right."

"Sure enough, the atmosphere there is too depressing, and there is no ventilation everywhere. In that environment, and if she is pessimistic, she will become like this." The female doctor shook her head, "I guess she will be like this after she wakes up.

She is very repulsive to strangers because she subconsciously thinks they are the ones who hurt her, and judging from her reaction, she must have had claustrophobia before, right?"
Chapter completed!