C10 Dead or saved?

Pain! Mo Xiaoran frowned, she wanted to move, but her body did not have the slightest strength, so much so that it was difficult for her to even open her eyes. The only thing she could feel was her body being hugged.

Is he dead? Or was he saved? A wave of dizziness hit him, causing Mo Xiaoran to faint.

With steady steps and gentle movements, Xiao Menghan's body only left one sentence when he missed Liao Mingyun: "If she dies, I won't let you go."

You won't let me go? Liao Mingyun laughed, and tears rolled down her face. The salty taste seeped into her mouth, and as she looked at Xiao Menghan, she only turned her face away, but she could still see the killing intent in the corner of his eyes.

She had waited for him for eighteen years just for the sake of his viciousness towards her for the sake of other women?

Only Liao Mingyun was left in the room, she suddenly felt cold, and her body couldn't help but shiver.

With his arms tightly wrapped around his body, Liao Mingyun didn't dare to stay there any longer and hurriedly walked out. There were already no signs of Xiao Menghan and Mo Xiaoran outside.

"Doctor, how is she?"

I gave her an injection and tried to cool her down today. It would be best if there was someone watching over her, so she wouldn't catch a cold. I fed her water from time to time, and if she woke up, I would feed her some cooked porridge.

Mo Xiaoran really wanted to ask the doctor how the medical fees were calculated. The director was a rooster, she was a poor person who could not afford to be sick.

After trying hard for a long time, Mo Xiaoran was still unable to open her eyes and make any sound. She tried moving her body, and a heart-wrenching pain came from her four limbs.

The doctor's voice gradually faded, the room quickly returned to silence, and Mo Xiaoran once again fainted.

Time slowly passed, in the blink of an eye, Mo Xiaoran felt someone using a towel to wipe her sweat, there was something wet touching her lips.

Mo Xiaoran tried to wake up, but his consciousness was struggling to stay awake. The salty liquid seeped out his curved eyelashes and solidified into beads.

Xiao Menghan put down the cotton rod in her hand, and looked down to see a tear on her small face, her heart feeling somewhat unfamiliar.

Her name was Mo Xiaoran, and aside from that, Xiao Menghan did not intentionally send people to check on her information. Subconsciously, he refused to involve her any further, but at the same time, he did not trust anyone else to keep watch over the heavily injured Mo Xiaoran.

The night had grown darker. Mo Xiaoran struggled, the coldness of her body making her feel as if she was immersed in an endless sea of ice, causing her teeth to tremble.

Xiao Menghan's pale little face was devoid of color. Xiao Menghan gently held her hand, which was very cold. His deep gaze paused, and he reached out his hand to cover the curtains, causing the light in the room to dim.

Gently lying down on the side of the bed, Xiao Menghan stretched out her large hands, hugging Mo Xiaoran along with the blanket into his embrace, carefully not touching the ankle on her injured wrist.

Her warm breath carried a sense of security. Cold sweat dripped down Mo Xiaoran's forehead as the sun rose above her thirsty throat, she struggled to kick off the blanket on her body. Not wanting to move her body, she cried out in pain.

Warm water flowed into her mouth close to Mo Xiaoran's lips. Mo Xiaoran drank greedily and felt the water was about to leave her body. She breathed in anxiously, trying her best to think of more water to moisten her parched throat.

With a stuffy groan, Xiao Menghan uncertainly looked at Mo Xiaoran, who was unconsciously sucking on his lips. Her face was charmingly flushed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

In that instant, the world became distant from Xiao Menghan. Xiao Menghan trembled for a moment as a layer of dense fog covered his deep eyes.

The self-control that he had prided himself on for nearly twenty years collapsed in an instant.

"Yes." Mo Xiaoran could not hold back her voice. Without water, she could not suck out the water she wanted. She gave up on the object she was holding, and felt very uncomfortable.