A girl was lying quietly on the huge ironwood carved bed, her eyes were closed, her face was pale and blood-red, there was a piece of gauze wrapped on her left cheek, and her head was also wrapped in a circle, faintly bleeding. [ ] The whole thing.
The person lying on the thick silk felt as if he was about to be submerged. He was so petite and delicate that it made people feel distressed.
Qi Mo stood beside the bed, lowering his head and silently looking at the unconscious Zhong Qingye.
She was so small and thin, and it was impossible to associate her with her strength last night, and it was even more difficult to imagine how she could fight against so many swords with this fragile body that seemed to break at the touch of a touch.
Looking at the pale and thin girl in front of him, recalling the stiff and abrupt smile last night, Qi Mo's eyebrows gradually gathered and solidified, like a knot that could not be opened.
What kind of unruly and stubborn soul is hidden in such a petite body?
Qi Mo, who was originally just standing by the bed, couldn't help but sit down along the bed. The iron-colored howling wolf mask was still tightly clasped on his face, like a pious guardian, quietly and stubbornly guarding his secrets.
The unconscious girl suddenly moved her eyebrows slightly and twisted her body slightly uneasily, as if she had a nightmare.
Qi Mo was stunned for a moment, watching as her eyebrows, which were slightly darker than those of ordinary women, gradually moved toward the center. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, which made him want to reach out and pull the two eyebrows apart to restore the smooth center of her eyebrows.
But Zhong Qingye was still unconscious, and Qi Mo didn't dare to do anything no matter how uncomfortable he felt.
Zhong Qingye's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, and her eyebrows almost twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". Her body twisted uneasily, and her expression gradually took on a painful expression. It seemed that she had really had a terrible dream, and there was even cold sweat on her forehead.
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Qi Mo looked at her silently, not knowing how to react at all.
Zhong Qingye's struggling movements became more and more intense. It was probably due to the high fever caused by the wound infection. She felt vaguely that her whole body was burning hot, and she instinctively sought coolness. She even pulled the quilt off her body. Because her whole body was covered with wounds,
In order to facilitate bandaging and ventilation, the maid barely put any clothes on her. When the quilt moved, a piece of snow-white shoulder was exposed. Many places were bandaged with thick gauze, and blood stains were even clearly visible.
Qi Mo frowned at the snow-white exposed surface of her consciousness, her skin was as smooth and bright as jade, and her collarbone was as delicate as a relief. In such contrast, the large piece of red and white gauze looked extremely eye-catching.
When he thought that such a beautiful body would have unsightly scars from now on, Qi Mo felt unspeakably angry.
"It's so hot..." Zhong Qingye whispered consciously, her voice hoarse due to severe blood loss. She twisted her body little by little, struggling to pull the heavy thing covering her body, her brows furrowed and she was dripping with cold sweat.
Qi Mo frowned and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt up for her. But as soon as he let go, it was pulled down again. Qi Mo pulled it up again, and she pulled it down again. Qi Mo got angry and pulled the quilt up.
He tightly wrapped Zhong Qingye's head down, and tightened the corners of the quilt with both hands.
This time Zhong Qingye couldn't pull her anymore, and the heat swirled in the thick quilt. She twisted more and more fiercely, and her conscious murmurs gradually increased: "Hot...hot..."
Qi Mo turned a deaf ear and carefully tightened the corners of the quilt to prevent her from pulling off the quilt and catching a cold. Through the iron-colored mask, she could see the gentle look in the man's eyes that she didn't even notice.
After struggling for a while to no avail, Zhong Qingye frowned, with an expression similar to aggrievedness on his face, and his bloodless white lips pursed slightly, like a child who had a tantrum.
Qi Mo felt funny and shook his head slightly. Seeing that the gauze was almost wet with sweat from her head, he stood up and took a clean towel wet with cold water from the wooden stand on the side and wiped the cold sweat off her head.
This kind of thing he had never done before, Qi Mo did it naturally for the first time, just like he did it every day when eating and sleeping. There was nothing surprising at all, at least he didn't notice it himself.
Perhaps the cold towel brought relief to her hot forehead. Zhong Qingye's expression relaxed a little, but he still looked aggrieved. He curled up and murmured consciously: "Axuan... I hurt.
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Qi Mo's hand, which was still wiping her cold sweat, stopped for an instant.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes behind the iron mask slowly narrowed, and the dim light flickered. As if he suspected that he had heard wrongly, Qi Mo leaned down slightly and got closer to Zhong Qingye.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Qingye suddenly grabbed the quilt on his body for some reason and pulled it down hard as if the heat was unbearable. Qi Mo didn't notice and was actually pulled off by her. The warm yellow silk soft quilt was smooth.
Bi, it fell down against the girl's skin, narrowly covering half of her chest, and a large piece of white snow was immediately exposed in front of Qi Mo without any concealment.
With collarbones as delicate as a small bowl, skin as white as gelatin, and shoulders as slender as works of art, Zhong Qingye shook his body consciously and turned slightly sideways.
Most of the visible parts of her arms, shoulders, back, and chest were covered with thick gauze, and the blood stains were solidified on it, making it dazzling. The girl murmured with full consciousness, and there was a deep line under the warm soft quilt.
In the ravine, the soft white snow is looming.
There was a bang, as if a fire was lit in the body, starting from the lower abdomen and soaring up, unstoppable, straight into the brain, Qi Mo was slightly dizzy, and the girl's half-naked body couldn't move his eyes away for a while.
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It’s not that he’s never seen a beautiful woman, or a more beautiful body. Qi Mo is no longer an inconsiderate boy, but he is so easily seduced by this scarred body. There is no reason, and he doesn’t want to.
To find out the reason.
Zhong Qingye didn't even know that she had been cut into pieces when she was conscious. She was still twisting her body mercilessly. The wound was painful, itchy and numb. The feeling could not be escaped even when a person was in a deep coma. She pouted,
Like a wronged child, he muttered: "...it hurts..."
Qi Mo's heart, which he thought was indestructible, suddenly softened in an unknown corner at this cry of pain filled with grievances. A trace of pain floated like smoke in his heart.
He stared at the girl's face, which was pale and delicate, not a beautiful face. It had some rare fragility due to the pain, like a glass doll that would break if not noticed.
In Qi Mo's few memories of Zhong Qingye, he only remembers that this seventeen-year-old girl had a pair of sharp eyes, often lazily and casually, provocatively looking at him, and could easily break his proud self-control.
, very angry.
He had never seen her with a fragile expression, whether it was the first injury or the second family betrayal, she looked cold and cold, with a pair of black eyes as lazy as a proud cat.
Perhaps, it is only when she loses consciousness that she becomes unbridled and vulnerable.