Yemo stood condescendingly on the edge of the bed in a black nightgown, looking at the unconscious woman lying on the bed, in the bottom of her heart, Mo Min's strange entanglement and complexity,.

Damn, what's there to tangle about?

What's so complicated?

She brought it all upon herself!

When Yemo was desperate, it was particularly terrifying.

At this moment, the doctor and the secretary were in the same space as Yemo, and they only felt cold all over, as if their calves were trembling.

"What are you all doing here? What to do, what to do is not understood? ”

A reminder from the quiet voice of the night ink made the doctor react.

She hurriedly opened the medical box she was carrying, first treating the wounds on her hands and knees for Luo Yan, because the treatment time was late, and Luo Yan's fierce resistance in the sunny affair with Yemo, at this moment the wounds on her body had been cracked, and the flesh and blood were blurred......

The doctor took a deep breath and carefully and cautiously quickened the movements of his hand.

"Hiss, it hurts......" Luo Yan, who was asleep, suddenly moved.

She frowned in pain, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes.

Her tears shook Yemo away.

In recent years, she rarely cried in front of him.

Even if it hurts again, she gritted her teeth and it will pass, and this time she can cry out in pain, but she really can't bear it.

Yemo's cold and hard heart seemed to be burned by fire, and it softened instantly......

"Miss Luo, is it a pain in your hands or in your knees? If you bear with me, I'll take care of it in a moment. The female doctor hurriedly comforted her.

Luo Yan was in a coma, her consciousness was confused, she could vaguely hear what the doctor said, and she reacted vaguely.

"Not a ......"

"Where is that?"

"...... below"

Everyone: "......"

The female doctor also reacted instantly, she cautiously glanced at Yemo, waiting for his instructions.

Yemo's face was very bad, and the female doctor didn't know what he thought.

The atmosphere in the air seemed to have fallen into condensation, and after a while, it was rare to hear Ye Mo speak in a relatively gentle voice: "Get her some medicine, I'll give it to her." ”

The female doctor was obviously unwilling to believe that Yemo would do this.

After all, isn't he the culprit who made Luo Yan like this?

The female doctor thought so, but she still did what Yemo said

By the time the doctor had finished treating Luo Yan's wound and had completely left, it was already close to dawn.

The cold wind floated the pale golden curtains, and a faint ray of morning light shone into the lifeless room, slightly lonely.

The man's tall body squatted beside the bed, carefully medicating her secret place.

Luo Yan snorted twice, looking painful, and as if there was an indescribable forbearance and weirdness......

Yemo patiently finished giving her the last bit of medicine in his hand.

After feeling more comfortable, Luo Yan's frowning brows were smoothed a little bit.

Yemo straightened up and bent his body for a long time, and slowly walked to the window.

In the middle of winter, the cold wind was blowing, and the snow was faintly floating, first a little, and then more and more large, and in a few hours, the white had covered this bustling metropolis.

Yemo stood there stiffly, for several hours at a time.

The cigarette butt at his feet slowly piled up, and when he picked up the cigarette case again, it was empty.

He himself didn't want to admit that the reason why he was in such a bad mood was because of the woman who was still lying unconscious in bed.