The wound on his arm had not been treated yet, and he had ignored it just now. The wound collapsed. He sat on the bed and refused to speak. It was really pitiful.
Mo Cunzhi suddenly felt a warmth in front of him. Nolan put his pillow on his lap, pulled his long hair and handed him a grape.
"Eat grapes, they are very sweet."
Mo Cunzhi turned his head, not wanting him to see the look in his eyes.
But Nolan took the grape directly into his mouth in the next second and blocked his mouth. He still let him taste the juicy and sweet grape.
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