Han Chen stood up and walked around to the end of the bed.
Zhou Mo half-supported himself and climbed up, and was about to put his legs on the edge of the bed, but was held down by Han Chen.
She was just about to say she wanted to take off her shoes when Han Chen helped her untie her shoelaces.
"I'll do it myself," Zhou Mo said a little embarrassedly.
"Don't move." Han Chen held Zhou Mo's ankle and took off one of her shoes.
Zhou Mo didn't move obediently. Han Chen took off the other shoe, stood up and took it out, then brought in a pair of slippers and placed them beside the bed.
"You sleep here tonight."
Zhou Mo stared at him and said angrily: "This is your room, I don't want to sleep here."
"Where do you want to sleep then?"
"I can go to the guest room."
Han Chen's tense expression suddenly relaxed, and he smiled softly, "Didn't you say you didn't want to stay with me anymore, but wanted to go home or go to the hospital?"
Zhou Mo's originally flushed face instantly turned redder than an apple.
She was tricked by Han Chen again.
He said before that he didn’t want to stay at his place, but now he wants to go to the guest room... The guest room is also his place.
Han Chen bent down, and the tip of his index finger suddenly and lightly brushed across Zhou Mo's red face.
Zhou Mo's face was filled with horror and disgust. "What are you doing? Your hands are dirty."
He had just helped her take off her shoes and touched her face with his hands.
"You really are. You even despise yourself," Han Chen said with a smile, "I'm going to go wash my hands."
Han Chen came out of the bathroom and picked up a towel.
He sat on the edge of the bed, but Zhou Mo stayed one meter away from him, looking at him with distrust.
Han Chen was helpless, "Aren't you disgusted by the dirt? Come here, I'll wipe your face."
Only then did Zhou Mo crawl over.
Han Chen pretended to wipe Zhou Mo's face.
Zhou Mo stopped him, "I can do it myself."
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