Mogaxianer had a broken rib, and the rest were minor injuries.

Rosin was with him in his living room.

Qiao Yisha and Nangong Xianyue came in to visit.

Moga Xian'er had a chest strap wrapped around his upper body and was leaning against the head of the bed, still looking heartless.

"It's just a broken rib. He'll just need to rest for two months. I've been wanting to deal with him for a long time."

"Be gentle, do you still want it?" Luo Xin held his hand.

Nangong Xianyue and Qiao Yisha looked at each other and said, "It seems that there is no need for us to visit."

Joysa laughed too.

Luo Xin quickly retracted her hand when she saw someone come in. "How did the talk with him go?"

Joysa winked at her and walked over to the sofa area.

Luo Xin followed and sat down.

"Luo Xin, I made a private decision to let him stay here for three days. Of course, this doesn't mean I'm on his side. I'm afraid you'll regret it. Think about it carefully for three days. No matter what decision you make, I support you."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Nangong Xianyue stood by the bed, folding her arms nonchalantly, "The road to true love always involves hardships."

Moga Xianer raised his eyes and glared at him: "It's fine if you don't help me, but why didn't you stop him? He's stronger than an ox. He kicked me so hard that I almost saw Xueru."

Nangong Xianyue reached out and pressed on his ribs, and Moga Xianer let out a short cry of pain but swallowed it back.

"When you were beaten, you didn't seem to be afraid of the pain, and you didn't say a word. You even had the energy to say harsh words."

"Manliness," Moga Xian'er snorted coldly, "I can't lose even if I don't have his strength and momentum."

Nangong Xianyue glanced at the two girls chatting on the sofa and whispered, "In the past three days, Ai Fan will try every possible way to win back Luo Xin, but she favors you, and you are hurt just in time."

Mogaxianer looked at him, understood the hidden meaning, and smiled knowingly.

"Yisha," Nangong Xianyue straightened up, smiled and stretched out his hand in Qiao Yisha's direction, "I had someone send something over, come with me to take a look."

Qiaoisha responded, trotting over and taking his hand, "What is it?"

Nangong Xianyue pinched her face and asked, "Guess?"

Luo Xin looked at their backs as they walked out, a look of envy on her face.

Moga Xianer listened to Nangong Xianyue's words and frowned: "Luo Xin, it hurts."

Luo Xin immediately walked to the bedside and asked, "Where does it hurt? Didn't you take painkillers?"

"I don't know, it just hurts." Moga Xian'er reached out to hold her hand.

Luo Xin held it, but carefully checked whether there was any bleeding on the bandage.

Mogaxianer looked at her for a while, then suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him. Luo Xin fell forward unexpectedly and tried hard to steady herself so as not to press on his wound.

The next second, warmth came from her lips and Moga Xianer kissed her.

"Well…"

Mogaxianer raised his other hand and pressed the back of her head towards him.

At first, Luo Xin was afraid of pulling his wound and did not dare to break free, but later she opened her lips to respond.

The sound of saliva mingling lasted for a long time in the quiet living room. Mogaxianer opened his eyes and stared at the long shadow coming in from the open door while kissing.

Then he closed his eyes again and threw himself into the kiss, ignoring the wound and hugging Luo Xin into his arms.

Outside the door, Ai Fan listened to the subtle and ambiguous sounds coming from inside and stood there with a grim expression.

The wounds on his body had completely healed, and for the first time, he hated this only function that brought him any use. He didn't even have the chance to pretend to be pitiful and gain sympathy.

Until she was almost out of breath, Luo Xin used some strength to push the man away, her face flushed: "Alright, do you want to die?"

Moga Xianer held her hand, smiling, "You'll get better soon with Luo Xin by your side."

"You'll stay with me until the wound heals, right?"

Luo Xin nodded hesitantly, "Yeah."

At night, when it was time for dinner, the maid came to ask Luo Xin whether she wanted to go downstairs to eat or stay with Mogaxianer.

Before Luo Xin could speak, Moga Xianer replied, "Send them all up."

"Ok."

The maid left, and Luo Xin asked him, "Why do you want me to accompany you even for meals?"

"My hands hurt, my shoulders hurt, my whole body hurts, I can't lift my arms, I need you to feed me."

"Weren't you able to lift it up just now? You could even hold it."

"It's because I just used up all my strength."

Luo Xin was helpless, "I really can't do anything about you."

After dinner, Ivan still hadn't seen Luo Xin, and he became a little anxious. He walked to the living room door and heard laughter coming from inside.

He had never heard Rosine laugh like that in the palace.

When I walked in, the sound inside stopped abruptly.

Luo Xin stood in front of Moga Xian'er and looked at him warily, "What are you doing here?"

Ai Fan felt a wave of pain in his heart, and he forced a smile, "I have something to tell you."

"Is it about divorce? I don't want to hear anything else besides divorce."

"I just want to talk to you, you won't even give me this chance?"

Luo Xin said nothing, her face expressionless.

"Okay, I'll say it here."

"Luo Xin, I..."

As Ai Fan started to speak, Moga Xianer covered his chest and coughed, his face full of pain: "Luo Xin, the wound is starting to hurt again. Can you help me get some painkillers?"

Luo Xin hurried to the bedside table to get it, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out a few pills, then handed over the water, "Here, if it still hurts, I'll call Zhuang Qianchen for you."

Mogaxianer took the painkillers, and Luo Xin helped him lie down, "Don't move, get some rest."

"Well," Moga Xian'er took her hand, completely ignoring Ivan, "Tell me the story of Cinderella again, the one you told me when we first met. I want to hear it."

Ivan felt as if there was a barrier between him and them, and he couldn't get through it. He stood there masochistically listening to his wife telling stories to others.

He had never been treated like this before. He would never get sick, and he had never enjoyed Luo Xin's care.

Luo Xin's gentle voice cut into his heart like a knife. He began to have difficulty breathing and turned around to run out.

Mogaxianer glanced in his direction and then his gaze fell back on Luo Xing's face.

No matter how long Mogaxianer kept his eyes open, he couldn't resist the side effects of the painkillers and fell asleep.

Luo Xin covered him with a blanket, walked out of the living room, and planned to go back to her room to rest.

As soon as she walked out of the living room, she bumped into a tall figure. Luo Xin looked up and met a pair of scarlet eyes.

She ignored him and walked around him to the other side of the corridor.

"Rosin," Ivan caught up, "Can you please listen to me for a few minutes? Let's have a good talk."

Luo Xin opened the living room door and walked in, stopping him outside. "I have nothing to say to you. I'm extremely disappointed."

"Rosin," Ivan held the door shut, "when we get back, I'll make you the queen. Isn't that what you've always wanted? I'll make sure you take the throne, no matter what means."

"It's too late. I just want to leave you now."

"Luo Xin, what do you want in exchange for my forgiveness? Can you please tell me? I really know I was wrong. If you tell me, I will change. Really, I swear."

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