Su Yiren didn't know what expression to make.

Her back was against his, and the thin shirt could not block the heat coming from his body, which was so hot that it seemed to burn the skin on her back.

The scenes of their love and affection in the past emerged in her mind uncontrollably.

If Ling Ruya had not returned to China, would she still be the gentle and obedient Mrs. Mo who loved him wholeheartedly?

How great would it be if he could firmly choose her when faced with a choice between the two?

If he loved her as much as she imagined, would life be perfect?

​​What a pity, if it was just if.

"I'm fine."

While she was in a trance, Mo Jingchuan had already finished. He had a sour face and wanted to look at her but didn't dare. There was only embarrassment on his handsome face.

Su Yiren snorted, "What kind of you are I haven't seen before?"

She had experienced both the good and the bad.

"That's different."

Mo Jingchuan relaxed after solving the physiological problem.

He tried to press his weight on her, and the heavy force made Su Yiren frown instantly, "You are born in the year of the pig, heavier than a dead pig."

Mo Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and laughed, "You are saying that, I obviously belong to you."

"Hiss!"

Su Yiren wanted to throw him to the ground.

He really should have his mouth sewn shut!

With a stern face, she helped him to the bed, and when she leaned over to help him lie down, she accidentally pulled the injury on her right shoulder. She groaned in pain and frowned.

She was in such a hurry that she forgot about it. She thought her shoulder must be swollen.

"Are you hurt?"

The man who was smiling at her just now frowned and was about to reach out to touch her shoulder, but Su Yiren took a half step back, her eyes indifferent, "I can take care of it myself."

"Yiren," Mo Jingchuan frowned, and when he frowned, he was as cold and stern as before, "Let me take a look."

"Don't worry about it."

Su Yiren pursed her lips and was about to go to the bathroom to check the injury, but Mo Jingchuan sat up abruptly with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, "If you dare to run, I will get out of bed and chase you."

"If you want to become a cripple, just get out of bed."

"You don't want me anymore, so what does it matter if I become a cripple?"

She took two steps away, and Mo Jingchuan really pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, got up and got out of bed. Su Yiren was stunned by his magical operation, "Mo Jingchuan, are you really sick in the brain?"

"Even if I am sick, it's because I'm angry at you."

Mo Jingchuan's eyes were heavy, and he tried to take half a step towards her, but his calf that had just undergone surgery didn't obey him at all. He didn't stand steadily and fell back weakly.

Su Yiren frowned.

Just when she was about to tell him not to move, the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and Ling Ruifeng hurried in, "How is Jingge's injury? Is it serious?"

"No, he won't die."

Mo Jingchuan frowned, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he directly lowered the air pressure in the ward.

Ling Ruifeng realized something was wrong belatedly, he laughed dryly twice and ran away quickly, "Well, I have to go see other injured people, you two can talk slowly, slowly."

Now Jing Ge is just an injured person, he definitely can't beat Su Yiren.

Just don't kill him.

As soon as he left, Mo Jingchuan stared at Su Yiren, "Do you come here by yourself, or do you want me to pull you over?"

"Oh, you're still as strong as ever."

Su Yiren sneered, turned around and walked towards the bathroom, slammed the door, didn't even glance at Mo Jingchuan, making him sit on the edge of the bed with a depressed and melancholy face, she didn't even want to look at him now.

What should she do in the end before she is willing to believe his heart?

Su Yiren entered the bathroom and lifted the clothes on her shoulders. She saw that her shoulders were swollen and purple, which looked quite scary.

She stretched out her fingers to press it, and a sharp pain suddenly went straight to the top of her head.

Hiss, the external injury is quite serious.

The voice of the nurses came from outside, and it seemed that they were giving Mo Jingchuan a new injection, but she was too lazy to care.

But not long after, there was a knock on the bathroom door, and a gentle female voice was heard, "Miss Su, would it be convenient for me to come in and take a look at the injury on your shoulder?"

Su Yiren frowned, "I'm fine."

"Let me take a look. If you're okay, everyone will be relieved."

The gentle female voice continued to persuade. Su Yiren frowned, and then the lock was opened with a click, showing her half of her shoulder. The gentle female doctor was shocked, "You can say this is okay?"

Her entire right shoulder was swollen and bruised, but she didn't complain. She had a strong endurance.

"I'll get you some medicine for external injuries."

The female doctor didn't force her to come out. After checking the injury, she left in a hurry. Su Yiren was about to close the door when she accidentally saw Mo Jingchuan's eyes looking at her, full of pain and disappointment. When their eyes

met, he quickly suppressed those emotions and said with concern: "If it's inconvenient to apply the medicine, ask the doctor just now to do it."

"Okay."

Su Yiren nodded, and seeing that he was still looking at her with concern, she said again: "It's just an external injury."

She had suffered too many such injuries and had long been accustomed to it.

"That also requires attention."

Mo Jingchuan seemed happy that she was willing to talk, but he coughed lightly and said, "The air conditioning is still relatively cool. You should put on your clothes quickly, and you can take them off when you apply the medicine later."

She stood there with half her shoulders exposed and her graceful posture, which really made him a little overwhelmed.