C9 You like Me?

I looked up, but it wasn't him I was looking at, it was the doorway.

When the door opened, the white clothes went towards the faint fatigue on Mo Li's face and the faint yellow under his eyes. As soon as he entered, the medicinal smell immediately assaulted my nostrils.

"Don't eat this." As soon as I came in, you took my hand and wouldn't let me pick up the side dish.

"The porridge is very bitter." Otherwise, why would I ask the cricket to make me some salty and spicy dishes?

"You are Mo Li?" Master Fu asked him.

"Yes." He smiled.

Old Master Fu spoke as if he was a righteous gentleman, "I am the father of heaven."

"My mother and father were long dead." I looked at him mockingly, and his old face flushed with embarrassment.

Mo Li didn't treat me like he was anything to be taught. He only reached out his hand to touch my forehead and said, "It's not hot anymore. Your physique isn't bad. You can apply the medicine after eating the congee."

"God love, that's all I can say, but I hope you can explain it to your sister." Master Fu felt ashamed and left after saying those words.

Mo Li didn't ask what he meant by that. He just sat at the table stirring up the medicine, patiently waiting for me to finish eating the porridge before he came over to apply it.

He ran his fingertips along the bone at my shoulder blade and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

"No," I said.

His fingertips gently kneaded my slightly protruding bones, his warm fingertips actually made me confused for a moment. It was an old injury that Grandma Fu had beaten like a dog, and I refused to lower my head.

It was a long time since I had been wounded, so long that I couldn't remember that day in the month of that year, but now his fingertips were gently massaging me, and I suddenly felt a great pain.

I slid his hand away from my shoulder and glared at him. "Mo Li, are you trying to take advantage of me?"

He only smiled a little, with some pity in his eyes, and carefully gave me the medicine on my head.

After applying the medicine, I stood up. "Thanks, Mo Li."

"Where are you going?" He took my hand. "You're not allowed to go anywhere."

"What a joke. Who do you think you are? Who cares about me? You care where I go." I don't want to implicate the cricket.

"I'm Mo Li, not you." He continued to hold my hand tightly. "I won't let you drift away from me as long as I'm here."

These words were extremely interesting. I turned my head to look at him. "Mo Li, could it be that you like me now, or that your brother and I have gone to bed to repay the debts of our brothers. This way, we can feel at ease together?"

He gaped at me, and I said proudly, "Isn't it?"

"From start to finish, I've never thought about it like this. But you, Fu Tianyi, do you feel any better now that you've said it like this? "Do you have to look down on you?"

Those clear eyes, I could see the surprise and pity in them.

For me? Mo Li, you and I are just strangers.

"None of your business." I hate the concern of others. I have a purpose. I couldn't see the purpose in his eyes, and I didn't know what to do. I was afraid that I would be drunk in those gentle but clear eyes.

He still held on to my hand. I fiercely stepped forward and lowered my head to bite his hand.

Sharp teeth bit into his flesh, but he didn't shake me off like the others. The smell of blood filled my tongue, and I let go of his hand to spit out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

He sighed softly and pulled me back. This time, I didn't refuse.

"Mo Li." That's what I call him.

He wrapped the herbs in gauze and squeezed the juice. Without raising his head, he corrected me. "Mo Li."

"I hate it. I'm going to call you Mo Li. Are you a scholar or a doctor?" I asked him, lying on the bed. The way he pressed down the medicinal juice was no different from a doctor.

He didn't say much, and if I didn't, I would always be quiet, but I was a little afraid of quiet. The room was filled with the faint scent of his body, and the warm fragrance made me feel very comfortable, it made me feel very warm.

I didn't ask why he had to save me or why he was so good to me.

"I've learned some before." He put down the cloth bag and walked over with the medicine. "It's time to apply the medicine."

I looked at him seriously and said, "May I ask why you treat me so well?"

He smiled warmly, and his bright eyes looked at me very seriously. "Heaven's love, not everyone will hurt you. Not everyone's human nature is bad, so you have to learn to believe. You have to feel happy. More happy."