Qi Mo packed up the medicine, and looked at the Clara in his arms. He saw the glass on his forehead, and his body was covered with sweat. He couldn’t help but sink his face to silence the sound. He took the cotton next to him and controlled the strength. Wipe the sweat on your body for the Clara.
“Hurry up, I don’t need a useless person.”
Feeling that Qimo gently put himself back on the bed, the Clara could not help but turn a blind eye, this injury is not voluntary, can you think it is good? I really said some jokes. There are such overbearing people in the world, and I am too lazy to argue with him. The pain is weak, and I fell asleep and slept.
Qi Mo looked at the Clara that was fainting in front of him, his brow wrinkled and relaxed, and quickly stepped out and gently closed the door. He still had a lot of things to deal with.
It seems that the injured person is the most vulnerable to gunshot wounds, and there are not many days. The heart of the glass is very good, and you can get out of bed.
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