After putting on his clothes, Bai Weiwei let out a sigh of relief.
Please, she is not an exposure maniac. Even if he is her husband, he will be embarrassed to stand in front of him with a naked body!
Mo Qianxun didn't care about that much, picked her up and walked forward a few steps, gently placed her on the bed, pulled her over the quilt to cover her, and only one head was exposed.
She blinked her bright eyes and looked at his gentle and considerate appearance. Although she had a few circles of gauze wrapped around her head, she was still not less cute.
Mo Qianxun caressed her slightly red face lovingly and said, "Lying down well, I'll make ginger soup for you."
Bai Weiwei nodded obediently.
Seeing him walking out, Bai Weiwei brushed the quilt on her head!
In the quilt, Bai Weiwei covered her little face with one hand and pressed her chest tightly with the other hand. He exhaled a big sigh, feeling that his heartbeat, which had just been beating a drum, had not yet fallen.
God knows how uncomfortable she was when he was pulled to change clothes!
She took off one by one and put them on one by one, and she was holding back her breathing and counting numbers! I really admire how that guy could not look at him without changing his face, and keep his face calm.
At this moment, a strong wind blew outside, with branches dancing, fallen leaves flying, and dark clouds in the sky, and it was probably raining.
Mo Qianxun looked up at the sky, as if the weather was good or bad. He just said lightly: "This day is going to change a lot." It looked like a decisive command, or it seemed to be for those who could hear it.
After a meal, he walked towards the kitchen himself.
The old voice came, unable to hide his excitement. Mo Laoliu called him at the door: "Qianxun, come here."
"Let me finish boiling ginger soup first." Mo Qianxun said lightly, as if boiling ginger soup was his most important thing.
Mo Laoliu looked at the direction of Bai Weiwei's house, then looked at Mo Qianxun, and shook his head helplessly. The wind was too strong, so he had to close the door again.
Mo Qianxun was guarding the fire, adding a handful of fire from time to time, and the fire shone on his quiet face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
After a while, he lifted the bamboo lid, the water was bubbling, and the ginger shreds had dyed the water red.
Although Bai Weiwei's head was still aching, it was not as painful as it was.
She couldn't sleep when she lay in bed. Who would you say can fall asleep peacefully after a murder?
She remembered what Yanhong hurt her, and she also lamented that she was too soft-hearted and almost died in Yanhong's hands, but in the end she could let her go.
However, Yan Hong's violent personality is mainly because Mo Qianxun. A romantic little girl can have murderous thoughts. Not only two things, one is that she is in a bad heart, and the other is that she loves too much.
Bai Weiwei felt that although she had not had any deep contact with her, it was true that she loved Qianxun.
Even for this strong love, she had to spare Yanhong.
I repay my grievances with kindness, and I don’t know if that Yanhong can truly repent.
I hope she can reflect and reflect carefully.
Love in this world is very simple. It is only after suffering some injuries that you will know which one is suitable for you and which one is suitable for others.
Just as Bai Weiwei saw Mo Qianxun coming with a bowl of ginger soup, she hurriedly sat up.
"Don't move, I'll do it." Mo Qianxun took the ginger soup, glanced at her, and walked quickly to the bed. The soup in his hand didn't sprinkle a drop of it!