At this time, Mo Junhao walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Seeing her sitting on the sofa eating quietly, her expression was slightly stunned.

At this time, the thin lips moved slightly quietly, and a faint smile flashed across the corners of his eyes.

He lifted his feet and walked towards her, feeling Han Zhiqing's body stiffen for a moment, and then started to eat again.

Compared to his previous rejection, he now seems to be a little calmer.

After seeing her finish her last bite of rice, she put the rice bowl on the coffee table, and then, she sat on the sofa with a little cramped look on her face, without saying a word.

Mo Junhao stood in front of her, lowered his eyebrows and looked at her unnatural expression, bent his thin lips and sat down beside her.

It was obvious that Han Zhiqing's body subconsciously moved backwards, and his brows frowned slightly.

Then, it stretched again, and a mute voice came from his mouth in a low voice: "I wouldn't have to suffer so much."

The sound of a dull voice mixed with a cold voice. He lowered his eyebrows and his blue eyes quietly locked Han Zhiqing's calm face, and his thin lips pursed into a line.

Her face was still terrible pale, and her body seemed a little weak after the fever.

There was still the bruise left on his hands after being pulled by him, and his heart sank a little, tightening again with dissatisfaction.

Seeing her so afraid of him, his heart hurts?

I don't know if her fever has subsided.

He asked worriedly in his heart, his hands involuntarily leaning towards her forehead, but she was so shocked that she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at him in panic, and her head subconsciously tilted a little to the side.

Mo Junhao's eyes sank, and a faint sadness flashed in his blue eyes. The hand that originally wanted to touch her forehead froze in the air.

"When will you not be afraid of me?"

He looked at her in pain, his voice was extremely hoarse. At the same time, the questions he asked also changed Han Zhiqing's face slightly, and her heart tightened together.

His eyes slowly turned to Mo Junhao. How many kinds of entangled and struggling emotions do these blue eyes, from lingering to sinister and covered with wounded?

Is he, like her, in pain, unable to find a redemption?

Looking at Mo Junhao in front of him, Han Zhiqing's heart was not afraid, nor rejection, nor disgust, but more... it was still a deep feeling of heartache.

When she listened to what the butler said, thinking about everything he did for her, and when he forced her to eat and torture her body and mind, the painful look that yelled at her in tears, "Han Zhiqing, I just want to love you" made her confused and frightened. She didn't know what kind of mentality to interpret all this.

His eyes stared quietly at Mo Junhao's painful eyes, looked at the hand hanging in the air, and then he said softly: "I'm not afraid of you."

The tone of speaking was like a child who was unwilling to admit defeat. Her dark starry eyes stared at Mo Junhao seriously. At this time, she made Mo Junhao stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the black eyes in front of him were no longer full of disgust and disgust towards him as they were at the beginning, nor did they have the fear and repulsion of him at the beginning.

At this time, she had a little seriousness in her eyes that were unwilling to admit defeat.

He just looked at her quietly, as if he saw Han Zhiqing, who would act cute and coquettish in front of him.

Han Zhiqing, who occasionally showed some little woman's posture to him, would be so angry that his face turned red and jumped.

Now, his eyes didn't want to take a moment of her face away. Such an expression was too rare. At least, for this period of time, such an expression was a luxury that was hard to buy for him.

Han Zhiqing didn't know what Mo Junhao was thinking, but just looked at his eyes quietly, with many emotions flashing in her eyes.

Several times, she saw the gentleness and passionateness in his eyes again.

She also looked at Mo Junhao like this, and the two of them looked at each other without saying a word.

I don’t know how long they stared at each other like this, but Han Zhiqing suddenly frowned after seeing Mo Junhao shortly after seeing him.

Suddenly, he saw him standing up beside her again. With her blank eyes, he walked to the cabinet, carried the small medicine box, and walked back to her and sat down.

He watched him take out the ointment from the medicine box and stretch it towards her forehead.

While she was stunned, the cool plaster hit her bruised forehead and rubbed it gently.

The dispersed blood stasis made her reflexively dodge Mo Junhao's soft palm, but Mo Junhao was domineeringly grabbed the back of her head: "Don't move."

The two simple words made Han Zhiqing really obediently not dare to move, but the force of Mo Junhao rubbing the wound for her made her frown in pain.

While rubbing her wound lightly, Mo Junhao quietly observed the expression on her face, looking at her frown due to the pain, but he didn't even dare to make a muffled groan of pain.

Where did Han Zhiqing, who once dared to hit his jaw with a fist?

Han Zhiqing, am I really so perverted that I make you afraid of being like this?

He smiled bitterly in his heart, his hands had stopped moving, he took out the gauze, and silencedly wrapped around her forehead, tied it around her snow-white gauze, which still felt a hint of blood, which looked so dazzling and heart-wrenching.

With less violent initially, Mo Junhao looked much calmer at this time. After bandaging her, he stood up from the sofa without saying too much.

Taking out the clothes from the closet and changing them, my face was still filled with unconcealed fatigue.

After changing his clothes, he walked straight to the door, took his front foot and suddenly stopped, with his back facing Han Zhiqing, and a hoarse voice came from his mouth weakly:

"I'm going to the company. I don't want me to hear the butler tell me you won't eat when I come back."

After saying this, the door was thrown up, leaving Han Zhiqing alone, sitting silently on the sofa, staring at the empty and silent bedroom in a daze.

Her hands gently stroked her lower abdomen, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but soften.

"Child, fortunately your dad can't bear to touch you."

She lowered her eyebrows and looked at her bulging belly, and she felt like a joke for the first time.

I don’t know if I was really scared by Mo Junhao’s threatening words, or by Mo Junhao’s crazy torture of her, or by Mo Junhao’s heart-wrenching words, on this day, Han Zhiqing was very involved in eating and taking medicine. After the meal, she sometimes felt in the mood to walk in the garden behind the villa.

Because she was worried that she was alone, the housekeeper asked one of the servants to accompany her for a walk in the backyard.

When she walked into the backyard, the blue hyacinths in the garden suddenly made her stunned.

The back garden of the entire villa is full of dark blue pearls. In the breeze, the swaying petals become moving waves, swaying in the breeze.

At this moment, she was like wandering in a deep blue sea, free and relaxed, and everything pressed on her body seemed to be washed away by this sea of ​​flowers.

A moving smile appeared on her face involuntarily, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Why are there so many hyacinths here?"

She ran towards the sea of ​​flowers with joy on her face. The servant didn't dare to be negligent and followed her tightly. Hearing her question, the servant's mouth opened with a huge curve. He looked at Han Zhiqing and said, "Miss Han, you must like these flowers very much, right?"

"Um."

Han Zhiqing stood among the flowers, gently stroked the petals beside her, nodded to the servant who was following her, and then turned her head and looked at the servant as if she was thinking of something, and asked:

"Is this what Mo Junhao's grandfather got during his lifetime?"

She knew that the past events between Grandpa Mo and her grandmother when she was young, and her grandmother liked blue hyacinths, so it was not surprising that there was such a sea of ​​hyacinths in this back garden.

But such a huge and single color still made her amazed.

This... is really beautiful.

While she asked, her eyes still couldn't help but stayed in this sea of ​​flowers and refused to move away.

Until the servant's refreshing voice came from her ears: "No, these were planted by the young master not long ago. Every bunch of hyacinths here was planted by the young master himself, and he never let anyone touch them."

Speaking of this, the servant seemed to be recalling, and did not notice Han Zhiqing's stunned and stunned expression. He continued: "I heard from our old housekeeper that when the old man was still alive, he once planted the same flower here for his beloved woman. Later, after the lady entered the door, the lady was worried that the lady would feel sad when she saw it, so he ordered people to remove all the flowers. Therefore, we guessed that the young master must attach great importance to these flowers and must have planted them for his beloved girl. Now seeing that you like these flowers so much, it seems that we have guessed it right."

The servant is a little girl under 20 years old. When she talks about this, she is immersed in the romantic world of her fantasy, her eyes full of envy and fantasy.

He didn't notice the alternating expression on Han Zhiqing's face. At this time, there were tears in her eyes, and white water vapor was lingering on her trembling eyelashes.

A few different emotions flashed through the dark pupils, throbbing, cramping, gratitude, and guilt...

In short, at this moment, she didn't know how to describe her feelings when she heard the servant's words.

The petals next to him were trembling at the touch of his fingertips, and his eyes were moved to see all the blue flowers in his hands. The mist lingering on his eyelashes finally turned into water droplets and quietly slid down her cheeks.

She stared at all the flowers and watched quietly, and didn't care about the maid who was still immersed in her romantic fantasy, standing in the flowers for a long time...
Chapter completed!