An Lan nodded, "Don't worry."
A glimpse of white clothing flashed around the corner of the stairs and left silently.
Walking back to the door of the room, An Ci stopped and hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and walked towards the room opposite.
“Knock, knock.”
The door was not closed. Shen Mo raised his head and looked at the little thing standing at the door, his eyes lit up.
"Come in."
An Ci walked into the room, glanced at the open suitcase on the floor, and his eyes fell on his wet hair. Drops of water slid down the ends of his hair and soaked his collar.
She frowned and said, "Why don't you blow dry your hair? You'll catch a cold."
"My hair is short, so it will dry quickly." Shen Mo picked up the clothes one by one and hung them in the closet. He couldn't use one hand, so he was much slower in packing.
Aunt Hong wanted to help him clean up, but he refused because he was not used to others touching his things.
"No, it needs to be blown dry." An Ci snatched the clothes from his hand and threw them on the bed, then pulled him to the sofa and forced him to sit down.
Then she ran into the bathroom and came back with a hair dryer.
Shen Mo stared at her as she plugged in the power, took off her slippers and climbed onto the sofa.
The next moment, a gust of warm wind enveloped his head. Shen Mo came back to his senses and glanced at her. "You, are you repaying a favor too?"
An Ci nodded with a smile, "Yes,"
It was her first time blow-drying someone's hair, and her technique was a little clumsy, but Shen Mo didn't care. Instead, she looked like she was enjoying it.
This scene happened to be seen by Shi Che who was coming upstairs. He leaned against the door, his arms folded, a casual smile on his face, "Oh, repaying the favor again."
I didn’t realize that his nephew is quite caring.
Shen Mo looked at Shi Che, "Uncle Che, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, just came up to check on you." Shi Che asked, "Have you taken the medicine?"
"have eaten."
After a pause, Shen Mo turned to look at An Ci, "Zizi, can I borrow your tablet?"
Seeing that he had something to say to Shi Che alone, An Ci turned off the hair dryer and said, "Yes, it's in my room. I'll get it for you."
After she finished speaking, she jumped off the sofa, put on her slippers and walked out.
Shi Che watched her walk into the room, retracted his gaze, walked up to Shen Mo, and said softly, "The man who hurt you has been caught, don't worry."
Shen Mo asked in a low voice, "Is it because of me?"
Shi Che was stunned by the incoherent words. He looked down at him and suddenly realized something. He reached out and patted his head, "Don't think too much. It has nothing to do with you. That person was sent by Xiao Ci's grandfather's enemy."
Shen Mo raised his head and looked at him, "Really?"
Knowing what he was worried about, Shi Che hummed, "Don't worry, those people won't be able to find you unless you show yourself up."
He is not bragging, in the computer field, he is the king.
Shen Mo nodded, Shi Che withdrew his hand, "Have a good rest." After saying that, he turned and left.
…
In the middle of the night, the cold wind kept whipping against the window glass.
An Ci opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was past two o'clock.
She threw back the quilt, got out of bed, put on her slippers, carefully opened the door and walked out.
The corridor was eerily quiet.
The door opposite was not locked. An Ci stood on tiptoe, raised his hand, grasped the door handle and turned it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a step forward, she met a pair of dark eyes.
There was only a small night light on in the huge room, shrouding him in orange light. The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and his face was even paler than it had been in the hospital that afternoon.
Seeing that it was her, Shen Mo let down his guard and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"
"I'm worried you might have a fever." An Ci noticed something was wrong with his voice and walked over quickly. "What's wrong with you?"
Before he could reply, she reached out her hand to his forehead and her expression suddenly changed.
What she was most worried about happened. Shen Mo had a fever.
"Wait for me."
"Don't……"
Shen Mo didn't want to disturb Song Xiunian and the others' rest in the middle of the night, so he reached out to stop her, but he was still a step too late.
Worried that Shen Mo's wound would cause a fever in the middle of the night, An Ci hid the medicine box in her room in advance. After a while, she ran back with the medicine box.
Opening the medicine box, she methodically took out two boxes of pills, pressed them twice, and two pills fell into her palm. She fed them directly to Shen Mo's mouth, "Ah, open your mouth.
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