The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Mo Ting pushed the door open deeply, gripping the doorknob tightly, no matter how anxious he was, he didn't make a sound.

When he went out, he only left a floor lamp near the door. At this time, the warm lamp by the bed was on, and the diffused light spread over the bed.

There was a bloody smell in the air.

Not like the old ones, but new ones.

Chu Yao was sitting on the head of the bed, his face was pale, and he was watching with a fruit knife in his hand.

"Small waist!"

Mo Ting strode over.

"elder brother--"

Chu Yao's body shook slightly, as if the wound had been pulled, and he frowned in pain, but when he saw him, he smiled, "You scared me."

Mo Ting took a deep breath and slowed down his steps, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, didn't stare directly, but glanced lightly at the knife in her hand out of the corner of his eye.

Chu Yao probably pointed in a direction.

It caused the needle eye to swell, hurt, and become inflamed. She remembered who had cut her arm.

Chu Yao's eyes were empty, and slowly she spoke in a soft voice: "I woke up, and I'm alone, I'm a little scared."

Chu Yao was very obedient, and he opened his sleeves to show him, but he lost his strength when he opened his sleeves halfway, "Help me."

"Here, I went to take a bath. Is the wound on your body open? Show me."

As soon as Chu Yao was in his arms, her whole body seemed to be weightless, buried on his heart, leaning against it, motionless, like she woke up from nightmares every night when she was a child, and came to the room to look for him with her pillow in her arms.

Mo Ting's heart softened, and he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Chu Yao didn't speak, but wanted to lean in again, this time Mo Tingshen didn't hesitate any longer, and lightly hugged her into his arms.

He froze all over, missed a beat of breath, looked at her from top to bottom, the light spread down from her forehead, the slender eyelashes cast light and shadow, falling on the lying silkworm, or on the nose and cheeks, the small mouth was slightly pursed He is very well-behaved, and he is not aggressive at all.

"just."

Mo Ting caressed her back deeply, she was very small, and hugged her with her arms bent,

Mo Li gave her the needle, how could she cooperate, struggled with all her strength, the needle was crooked at first, she was controlled by the bodyguards, and then she went in, the muscles in her arms were tense, the needle was not easy to get in, it was all crooked Yes, the potion was forcibly injected in the end.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

It happened that he quickly pushed his sleeves to his shoulders, and when he saw a black spot on her arm, his expression suddenly froze.

He gave her half of the bed, and when she lay on it, she didn't move and didn't sleep, her eyes stared at the ceiling blankly, she was afraid that if she moved, he would make her feel noisy and drive her out.

Chu Yao moved and approached him.

"When did you wake up?"

He only hugged her with one arm and palmed her back, and rested the other on his knee. When he looked closely, he was a little at a loss.

Mo Ting sat closer again.

Chu Yao sighed and laughed: "It really hurts."

Chu Yao: "Hug me."

Mo Ting nodded deeply, and rolled up his sleeves, "Where are you going?"

"here."

The man pressed the hand on her shoulder a few times, motioning for her to back away from his arms.

So I can't tell which wound is hurting.

"Where is the blood?" She even had time to ask.

Obviously, the pain was so bad that his head was sweating, and his voice was all erratic.

"I'm going to get the medicine box, you lean on for a while."

Mo Ting took a deep breath, got up and went out, and came back soon, found the medicine and gauze left by Xu Shu, he sat back on the edge of the bed, afraid that he would hurt the wound on Chu's waist with his hands, Holding her arm, cut the gauze with scissors.