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

Chu Yao didn't move.

Neither helped him.

The corners of his mouth slowly opened into a smile of unknown meaning.

For a moment, it faded away again.

After Mo Ting got over the pain deeply, he raised his head, the sweat on his forehead dripped into his eyes, he closed his eyes and shook them off, opened them again, and looked into Chu Yao's eyes, but the black eyes seemed to be hazy water light.

The light and her were a little swaying.

"Is it enough?" The man's hoarse voice sounded.

Chu Yao leaned against the head of the bed, raised her hand, and stretched a length between her thumb and forefinger. She looked at it, and seemed to think it was wrong, but she was not sure, so she compared her fingers to his heart, and the length was close to the knife. handle, shrunk a little bit.

"It seems, not bad."

Mo Ting shook his eyes deeply, staring at her hand.

Chu Yao: "Help me up."

He bent down, supported her back with his right hand, half supported her and half hugged her to lie down, pulled up the quilt to cover her, and turned off the warm lamp beside the bed.

Mo Ting raised his eyebrows deeply, responded lightly, got up and went out.

"Let me help you watch the time, or if you want to choose an auspicious time before you die, you remind me, I will teach you how to move, this knife can really go into the heart."

Rubbing against the quilt with a Chuyao face, she shrank in, only showing a pair of eyes to look at him.

He rushed over in a hurry, and when he saw Mo Ting sitting on the carpet with his back on the bed, with a fruit knife pierced in his heart, but still calmly smoking, he immediately lost his anger.

"Lie down."

Chu Yao was still looking at the door, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth hidden under the quilt, very pale, and he smiled hatefully.

Mo Ting stood up deeply, "Is it convenient for me to move?"

"Is it enough?"

……

She still hated Mo Ting deeply.

He swallowed a mouthful of blood from his throat and said, "I don't know, if you can get out of bed tomorrow, come knock on my door and have a look. If I can come and open the door, I'm still alive."

"It seems to have entered so much."

Who said she only hated Mo Li?

Chu Yao tilted his head, as if thinking for a while, "Okay."

Mo Ting arched his waist deeply, pressed his shoulders down, put his hand under his heart, and took a hand full of blood.

"Sleep well, I'm next door, call me if you need anything."

Cursed: "Why the hell are you looking for death? Why did you come to me? Die, why did you call me over to collect your body?!"

Xu Shu squatted in front of him, put his hands on his knees, and stared at him.

Mo Ting endured it deeply, and his low voice still brought out a weak voice like a gossamer, "Then do you want to sleep now?"

"it is good."

"Ah."

Chu Yao gestured seriously.

Mo Ting's hands trembled deeply, and a piece of soot fell off. He pulled the corner of his lips and smiled, "It's rare, you also lose your temper."

After a while, "Okay."

When Xu Shu was invited out of the hospital for the third time, he lost his temper completely.

She raised her head and blinked, "Brother, tell me, if you enter so much, will you die?"

He pushed the handle of the knife with his palm, and then pushed it in until it reached the distance she estimated.

"Thank you brother."

Mo Ting pressed his chapped lips deeply, "Why are you so cruel?"

Xu Shu frowned, looking impatient.

"I can't die yet. If I die, who will protect her?" Mo Ting raised his hand and smashed the cigarette into the ashtray, "Cure it."

Xu Shu already knew what kind of person Mo Tingshen was, not to mention his wounds, his body was thin and tender, and he didn't leave any scars. He was always the only one who tortured others. as embarrassed.

Except for Chu Yao, there is no other person in this world who can do it.