Lucky to Have You Till the End

What he meant was that if he wanted to force her, she would be the same everywhere.

Tang Xinyan bit her lip and didn't bother to struggle any more.

He was right, if he really wanted to be strong, she would not be his opponent anywhere.

After swiping the room card, he carried her to the sofa.

When he straightened up, his voice faintly missed, "Sit still."

Seeing his tall body enter one of the bedrooms, she curled her lips depressedly.

This man must have been accustomed to giving orders at ordinary times, and used this kind of command tone to her.

And she actually felt a sense of powerlessness that she couldn't resist to his orders.

This feeling is terrible!

After a while, Mo Chi came out with a small medicine box.

He sat on the sofa next to her, and put her stubborn foot on his slender and strong leg.

He held her slender toes into the warm and generous palms, and her heart accidentally missed a beat.

He retracted his foot subconsciously, but was dragged back strongly by him.

"Don't move!"

He put his big palm on her snow-white instep, lowered his eyes to observe her sprained ankle.

The temperature of the long finger seemed to pass through her skin, always conveying to her heart.

Abnormal hot

Unusually crisp. Hemp.

Unusual intimacy.

Her ears were red, and her heartbeat accelerated.

"In fact, it's not particularly painful, it will automatically heal after a day or two of rest."

He glanced at her deeply, "Don't talk."

Tang Xinyan, "..."

Tangled inside, but gave up the struggle.

He is used to being strong and domineering. The more she does not listen to him, the less he will let her go.

Besides, he helped her rub her feet, which was kind of good intentions.

However, such intimacy still made her a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

His deep gaze stayed on her ankle, and his long fingers pressed down on the swollen area.

Fortunately, no bones were hurt.

He took out the medicinal liquor, poured a little in his palm, and rubbed it for her with care.

In fact, it was a bit painful, but compared to the pain, what made her feel at a loss was the temperature of his palm.

She looked at him with long eyelashes and lightly fanned his head down. In fact, she couldn't see his eyes clearly, she could only see his hanging eyelashes that were longer and denser than women, a tall nose, and thin lips that were slightly pursed. .

Her nose suddenly became sore.

It seems that no one has cared about her this way for a long time. Since her father passed away, she has been injured. Generally, she has been treated by herself or waiting for automatic recovery. No one has helped her solemnly.

And the man in front of him, as he is now, is focused and careful.

It makes people feel moved.

Mo Chiwei noticed Tang Xinyan's intent, and he raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Seeing her bright apricot eyes filled with a cloud of bright water mist, he frowned slightly, "It hurts?"

Tang Xinyan realized that she was absent, she shook her head quickly, "No..." She didn't want him to see the fragility in her heart, she raised her lips and smiled, "You are quite familiar with this technique before. Let the girl be happy with something!"

Hearing her words, Wei Mo Chi seemed to have thought of something, his eyes became darker and darker.

Just when Tang Xinyan thought he wouldn't answer her, he mumbled in a low voice, "It's a case."

Tang Xinyan said ‘oh’.

I don't know if it was her illusion, he was obviously depressed, maybe he thought of the girl he had loved so much!

"You must have loved her very much before."

Mo Chiwei pressed his thin lips tightly, and this time, he did not respond to her words.