"oh..."
Seeing that what he said made sense, Ling Mo felt embarrassed to say anything more.
She quickly bandaged his wound and then hurriedly turned around, trying to wait until the heat on her face subsided before chatting with him about the dietary restrictions she had been following.
Stunned on the bed, Qin Beiming, still lost in thought, was savoring the sudden yet incredibly sweet kiss from just moments before.
He gently touched his thin lips, as if her sweet scent still lingered between his teeth, and for a moment his mind wandered, so happy that he forgot himself.
After a long while, when he reluctantly came to his senses, he carefully added:
"MoMo, I want...I want to take responsibility for you."
"That was just an accident; you don't need to take responsibility."
Ling Mo thought to herself, if this were in the past, if anyone dared to kiss her, she would definitely punch them until they were crawling on the ground looking for teeth.
What puzzled her most was why she didn't feel the urge to punch Qin Beiming when he kissed her.
Was it because Qin Beiming's act of risking his life to save her had completely moved her, or because he had become increasingly important to her?
Qin Beiming was rejected by Ling Mo again and was about to drop the subject when he suddenly remembered what Chen Guo had said to him on the way to the airport, and then he thought of the photo of Ling Mo and Fu Yun Que together. He instantly mustered up his courage and pressed on:
"You mean, after taking my first kiss, you don't want to take responsibility for me?"
"Are you sure you're not mistaken? You said last time that was your first kiss too."
"My first kiss was with you, my second kiss was with you, it's all about you."
Qin Beiming's tone sounded somewhat resentful. He deliberately pulled the sheet up to cover his body, looking like a weak and helpless little chicken after being cheated on by a scumbag woman.
Ling Mo chuckled as she looked at Qin Beiming's adorable, expectant gaze.
"Third Master, could you please stop looking at me like that, like I'm some kind of heartless woman? It was just a couple of light kisses, why are you making such a fuss?"
"So, you mean you're trying to seduce me?"
"Third Master, you're being far too unreasonable. You were the one who spoke first, so why should I be held responsible?"
Ling Mo handed the anti-inflammatory medicine to Qin Beiming, her mind a jumble of thoughts, completely unsure whether her feelings for Qin Beiming could be considered love.
She didn't want to give a hasty answer before figuring out the problem.
Qin Beiming glanced at the colorful handful of medicine in Ling Mo's hand and said in a deep voice:
"It's bitter. I won't eat it."
"Pretentious."
Without saying a word, Ling Mo pressed one hand against his forehead and used the other hand to stuff a handful of colorful pills into his mouth. "Don't spit it out."
"..."
Qin Beiming seemed genuinely intimidated by her, mechanically chewing the large handful of bitter medicine in his mouth.
"Didn't you say it was too bitter? Why did you chew up the sugar coating on the pill?"
Ling Mo looked at Qin Beiming, whose behavior was childish, with a hint of helplessness, and quickly handed him the boiled water from the bedside table.
"Anything you feed me, I will savor carefully."
Qin Beiming took the water glass and obediently drank two sips.
He wanted to press on and ask her if she was really going to take responsibility for him.
Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized that her body was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, so she pursed her lips and fell silent.
He thought that resting with his eyes closed for a few minutes would improve his condition, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw double.
Realizing that he was about to have an attack, Qin Beiming's expression suddenly became serious. "Mo Mo, could you find me some clothes that I can wear? It's already broad daylight. If everyone wakes up and finds me lying in your bedroom, it will tarnish your reputation."
“You don’t need to worry. No one will knock on my door except for Aunt Tian.”
Qin Beiming shook his head and said seriously, "It's not really appropriate for someone as grown as me to hide in your bedroom. Besides, I have important matters to attend to, so it's not convenient for me to linger here any longer."
"All right."
Seeing that he was determined to leave, Ling Mo had no choice but to go along with him and opened the wardrobe to rummage through it. "Wait a minute, I'll find you some clothes you can wear."
After picking and choosing for a while, she finally found a hip-hop style plus-size T-shirt.
"Third Master, why don't you try this one on?"
Ling Mo spread out the black T-shirt in front of him. "If you don't think it's suitable, I can borrow one from Uncle Fu or Uncle Liu. If you're not used to wearing T-shirts, I can also borrow one of my dad's clothes to tide you over for now."
"I think it suits me well."
Qin Beiming took the oversized T-shirt from Ling Mo and, without saying a word, put it on.
I thought it would fit well, but when I put it on, it became a tight-fitting bodysuit.
"Third Master, these clothes seem too small. Change them first, and I'll go find you a bigger one." Ling Mo looked at Qin Beiming's chest muscles, which seemed about to burst open, and said with a headache.
"No need. I have OCD and can't wear other people's clothes."
As Qin Beiming spoke, he was about to push open the door and leave when his deep black pupils suddenly seemed to change, expanding a full circle to the edges.
The last time Ling Mo saw him like this was during his illness when he had completely lost his mind.
Is he about to have another attack?
Thinking of Qin Beiming's terrifying appearance when he had an attack, Ling Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he unconsciously took several steps back.
At this moment, Qin Beiming only wanted to leave the Ling residence as soon as possible to avoid doing anything to hurt her.
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