Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 229 Endless Torment, Seven Days and Seven Nights! (7)

Finally, after tossing until the whole body is covered with cold sweat.

Murong Lin almost collapsed and fell asleep.

Mo Chou casually grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his bitten palm, then fetched a clean towel.

After carefully wiping the sweat off his face, he covered him with the blanket that had rolled to the ground.

Carefully opened the door, ready to go downstairs to find a medical kit to bandage.

In order not to affect other people's rest, she did not turn on the lights in the corridor, but only borrowed the dim moonlight.

Step by step slowly down the steps.

In the living room, the lights are dark.

Mo Chou, however, sensitively noticed the presence of someone.

"Who!"

Grabbing the metal decorative frame at the corner of the stairs, she asked in a cold voice.

"Don't worry, it's me!"

Shen Hao's voice came low from the edge of the sofa.

Immediately afterwards, he turned on the desk lamp beside the sofa.

"how is he?!"

While getting up from the sofa, Shen Hao asked.

"I'm asleep now!"

Mo Chou agreed casually, and let go of her fingers holding the metal decorative frame.

The towel wrapped around his palm immediately fell off.

Mo Chou bent down in a hurry, and picked up the bloody towel.

When she straightened up, Shen Hao had already walked in front of her.

Raising his hand to grab her wrist, his eyes flicked over the wound on her palm, and his brows could not help but frown.

No need to ask, he also guessed what happened.

It's no wonder Murong Lin knew this, he didn't say much, just let go of her palm.

"Sit down on the sofa, I'll get the medicine box!"

Anyway, he had already found out, and Mo Chou didn't refuse.

Going to the sofa and sitting down, she lazily leaned against the back of the sofa.

Not long after, Shen Hao had already taken the medicine box, opened the lid, and took out things like alcohol, gauze, and cotton wool.

"It might hurt a little!"

Holding her palm, he carefully picked up the alcohol cotton ball with tweezers and cleaned her wound.

"it does not matter!"

Mo Chou agreed lightly, her voice full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

(End of this chapter)