An Ci scratched his hair and said, "Forget it, go by yourself."
Eric had an expected expression on his face, his fingers hooked around the car keys, and said meaningfully, "You can't bring outsiders to live in the manor casually, haven't you forgotten?"
Although my grandfather also recognized Shen Mo, the situation was different now. Shen Mo was now a member of the Custer family, and this alone was not enough.
An Ci leaned against the door, "Just don't let anything slip."
Eric raised an eyebrow. "How long do you think you can keep this secret, hiding a large person in the room?"
And Aunt Hong is still here.
"I know my limits."
"Okay, as long as you know your limits." Eric glanced into her room, then turned and went downstairs.
An Ci closed the door, walked to the bed, and reached out to touch Shen Mo's forehead.
Still have a low fever.
She withdrew her hand and looked at the faint shadows under his eyelids, as if he had had a long and good rest.
At one o'clock in the morning, there was thunder.
A flash of white light flashed across the room, waking up the person in bed.
Shen Mo opened his eyes and out of habit, he subconsciously looked around.
The room is large and luxurious, and the light-colored decoration is just right, adding a touch of warmth and not making people feel cold.
Without asking, Shen Mo could guess whose room this was. Whether it was the pillow, the quilt, or the bed, every part was filled with her unique scent.
Shen Mo curled his lips, and a satisfied smile spread in his eyes.
Zizi still feels sorry for him.
He lifted the quilt and sat up, only to find that the bandages on his body had been changed, and even the other wounds on his body had been treated with medicine.
In other words, Zizi must have seen it...
Shen Mo's fingers touched the bandage, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly got out of bed and walked out.
The bedroom and the living room were separated by only a wall. The lights were on. When Shen Mo came out, he saw someone sleeping on the sofa.
He approached with light steps.
Maybe she was very sleepy, or maybe she was in her own territory, An Ci was sleeping very soundly, and she didn't wake up even when he squatted down in front of her.
He looked at the sleeping face in front of him without missing an inch. Just like he remembered, she liked to put one arm under her face when she slept. Her overly long hair covered her eyebrows and eyes, and he could only see her slightly pouting lips.
It is pink and smooth, like jelly, and looks very kissable.
Shen Mo's eyes darkened, and he reached out and gently touched her head, but he withdrew his hand after a few seconds.
At this moment, the person sleeping on the sofa moved.
An Ci opened her eyes dazedly. Still not fully awake, she looked at the handsome face in front of her, thinking she was still dreaming. She unconsciously called out, "Brother."
Shen Mo's eyes lit up, and he rubbed her cheek with his fingertips, just like when they were little, "Yeah, I'm here."
His voice was low and light, with an indescribable softness.
An Ci suddenly woke up and leaned back, "Why are you standing so close to me?"
Shen Mo squatted down and looked at her straight in the eye, feeling a little regretful.
He changed the subject, "It's easy to catch a cold sleeping here."
An Ci recovered, glanced at him, then opened the drawer, took out the thermometer and handed it to him, "Take a measurement."
Shen Mo took it obediently and measured the temperature, which was still 38.5 degrees.
An Ci frowned, told him to stay in the room and not run around, then hurried out of the room and went downstairs.
Shen Mo sat in the seat she had just sat in, looking around her room casually.
Soon, An Ci came back with a bowl of porridge.
She looked at him and said, "Eat the porridge, you can take the medicine later."
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