Chapter 248
Mo Song didn't know when he got up, but he had already walked to Tang Xiaoqi's side.

Not as loose and casual as before, the expression on his face became inexplicably serious, and there were strong emotions in his eyes.

An inexplicable emotion stirred in his chest, and it took Mo Song a long time to start talking.

"Do these scars... look scary?"

Tang Xiaoqi's heart tightened, he didn't expect Mo Song to ask this.

For some reason, his eyes softened suddenly, and his fingertips touched Jing Junhan's chest again.

The long and narrow scar looked extremely ferocious, winding and twisting on Jing Junhan's chest like a toubob.

The touch between the fingers is clearly conveyed to the nerves little by little, as uneven and deep as the roots of old trees covered with scars.

Tang Xiaoqi suddenly rolled up her lips and smiled calmly.

"For these scars, isn't it just the traces left to protect some precious things? How can we talk about horror..."

Mo Song's breath seemed to be choked all at once, and he exhaled slowly and unnaturally.

He walked a few steps to the right, as if he had a guilty conscience, instead of looking at Jing Junhan, he turned his head to the white wall.

Gradually falling into the memory, the corners of the mouth slightly upward, but with a bit of bitter taste.

"The scalded scar on his lower abdomen was the result of rushing into the flames to save the life of a subordinate."

"The scar on his right rib could have been avoided, but in order to save his brother's life, he forcibly stood up."

"The bullet marks on his left shoulder were left when he was in the field. He blocked a fatal shot for Jing Ye. When he was in the field and there was no medicine, he left a scar at the end."

"A little behind the temple on the right side of his forehead, there is also a scar, but it is blocked by his hair. At that time, he was attacked and had a car accident. He left the danger to himself."

"..."

"And on his chest, the scar you touched was left by him to save me. The situation was critical. That time... almost couldn't save him..."

Mo Song gritted his teeth, swung out his fist, and hit the wall hard.

Tang Xiaoqi remained silent, knowing in her heart that there must be a story between their brothers.

In my heart, I was inexplicably envious of the friendship between their brothers.

Close Jing Junhan's clothes, then pull over the quilt from the corner, and gently cover him.

"Since Jing Junhan has done these things without hesitation, he must think it was worth it, and he is still alive and well, why do you bother?"

Mo Song sighed, and the sadness seemed to slowly fade away.

"I didn't expect that I'm such a big person, but I'm not as thorough as you."

But Tang Xiaoqi's voice changed suddenly, and suddenly became sharp.

"Then should you tell me what happened to Jing Junhan now? Such a big movement didn't wake him up. Don't tell me that he slept too soundly!"

"Cough cough."

This change came too suddenly, Mo Song clenched his right hand into a fist, put it in front of his mouth to cover it, and coughed twice uncomfortably.

It's annoying to say that, although Jing Junhan treats Tang Xiaoqi very well, he hasn't clearly told them about their relationship.

If this leaked the news, then he would have to have a few layers of skin pulled out!
Mo Song squinted his eyes halfway, his eyes suddenly lit up, and they fell on Tang Xiaoqi with a twinkle.

This was a white lie of his, and it was not a bad thing. He comforted himself in his heart, so he felt at ease.

(End of this chapter)

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