"Pa——" Slapping his hand away coldly, Catherine closed her eyes with an expression of 'I'm going to sleep, you can do what you want'.

Christine was stunned, looked at her hand that was slapped away, then at her tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, shook her head and laughed.

Forget it, let's be brave if you have the courage, he just let her let her act wild.

It's better for her to be alive than to be like a monster.

After closing her eyes for a while, she didn't hear the sound of his leaving footsteps, Catherine frowned slightly, what was he doing in a daze if he didn't leave? !

For a moment, there was a rustling sound of clothes being rubbed, and the next second, someone moved her body to the side, and a very masculine body lay down beside her.

Catherine was startled, and opened her eyes quickly, and she really saw Christine taking off her suit jacket and laying shamelessly beside her, and she was almost pushed to the edge of the bed!

Slapping it with a palm, Catherine said angrily, "I'm a patient! Is there anyone like you!"

Christine stared at her lips, looked at the open and closed lips, and struggled to understand her meaning, easily grabbed her hand, clasped her waist with one hand, and pulled her body into his arms Rubbing around, her voice was hoarse and low, revealing a trace of exhaustion: "Yes, you are a patient, and if you continue to be sick, I will be tortured to such an inhuman state by you. Don't make noise, don't make noise, let me sleep for a while."

His chin found a comfortable position on her shoulder, and he tightened the arms around her waist, breathing gradually and evenly.

Catherine was startled, and turned her head to look at him, only to find that a green stubble had appeared on her clean chin, and there was also a shadow under her eyelids. Something hit her heart suddenly, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Did he become like this for her?

A smile slowly formed on the corner of her lips, and as soon as her eyes fell, her body suddenly began to stiffen.

Is that her hand?

On the quilt, the hand caught by him has purple-black skin and extremely terrifying eyes. Against the backdrop of his fair skin, it looks even more frightening!

She took a breath, broke free from him, lifted the quilt and looked down at herself, neck, arms, legs...

Purple and black...

It's all purple and black...

Sensing her breaking free, Christine didn't even open her eyes. With a long arm full of strength, she was pulled into her arms again, and she was fastened. She rubbed her chin against the strength of her neck and said vaguely: " Don't make trouble, sleep..."

When he rescued her from the United States, he never slept enough for eight hours a day. Every time she was so mad that she was about to hurt someone, he was the first to stop her, so that she wouldn't really be like that. Like a monster, he hurts people indiscriminately, without any thought, and is controlled by the vaccine.

I am worried every day, deeply afraid that she will become manic in the next second, and even more afraid of seeing her vomiting blood, convulsing, and dying at any time.

In this extremely tormenting situation, he persevered and stood by her in his clothes, until she woke up this time.

After confirming that she is really conscious, she can know who he is, and the heart in her throat can be considered relieved.

Once the tense nerves are relaxed, sleepiness will be overwhelmed.

Holding her in his arms, he slept very soundly.

There are many broken fragments colliding and looping in Catherine's mind, just like a movie rewinding, replaying in her mind over and over again, and it is not complete.

Looking at his sleeping face, she was suddenly not shocked, and deeply disbelieving.

Is this Christine?

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