Seeing her motionless for a while, Mo Shichen called her again, “Yi’er?”
The low and slightly confused tone, as if he hadn’t noticed her eyes, just looked at her deeply and secretly.
Wen Yi took a deep breath, retracted his gaze and continued his hand movements, helping him to take off his shirt.
There is no bandage on his wound, and a shallow scab is formed where the bullet penetrates, but it hasn’t fully grown. If soaked in water, it is indeed likely to return to its original shape.
Throwing the shirt, she got up and turned her face, “Take off your pants yourself.”
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