Chapter 1917

Her ink is deep. Master Mo in the capital should have been high above, but living in such a place is fate. She wants to scold, but she doesn't know how to speak. She can only have astringent throat, painful heart and hot eyes.

Familiar footsteps sounded in his ears. Qin Tianyue restrained his emotions and was afraid of ink to see something.

Mo paused with a deep step, holding the injured medicine oil in his hand, and his eyes fell on Qin Tianyue's exquisite side face.

I can feel her low mood without seeing her face. What's the matter with her?

Subconsciously, Mo frowned with deep eyebrows, and his heart seemed to suffer a lot.

Stride forward and stand in front of Qin Tianyue.

Qin Tianyue raised his head, smiled and looked at the medicine oil in his hand, "give it to me and I'll wipe it myself."

Her hand stretched forward, but she couldn't get the medicine oil in moyishen's hand. Just because moyishen took a step back and looked at her deeply, she squatted down and grabbed Qin Tianyue's sprained left foot.

Qin Tianyue was stunned, then relieved and raised a beautiful radian.

She knew that even if Mo Yi lost her memory, he would not let her do it himself. In his heart, she still existed.

No longer speak, Qin Tianyue sat quietly, allowing Mo Yi to look deeply at her red and swollen ankle, personally opened the cork of the medicine oil bottle, poured the medicine oil in the palm of her hand, and gently massaged her.

She has a sour nose and wet eyes, but her smile keeps rising.

Her ink is deep, still so good, even if there is no memory, it is still good for her as before.

"Well, it hurts..."

She whispered deliberately, tender and charming.

Mo stopped with the palm lightly rubbed by Qin Tianyue, raised his head and looked at Qin Tianyue. He looked up at her smiling eyebrows and eyes, which was exquisite and beautiful, making his heart skip a beat at that moment.

He didn't know what was going on. If he had changed to the past, he would have let the woman who took the initiative to get close to him go away, but in front of her, he couldn't do it. Instead, he was secretly happy.

Looking at her injury, his heart would ache. Staring at her swollen ankle, his eyes were more angry. He was not blaming her, but blaming himself for not protecting her. It was clear that they were just strangers. Why would he be so different from her.

Seeing that she was injured, he would subconsciously pick her up. No one knew that when he turned back to find the medicine oil, his steps were a little messy, and he was at a loss.

When I came out and saw her sitting quietly on the sofa, a heart that had never calmed down seemed to calm down. Subconsciously, I squatted down and applied medicine and oil for her personally. Listening to her tender pain, the action of his palm stopped, but subconsciously softened.

"It really hurts."

Qin Tianyue frowned slightly and her lips were slightly tooted. Only in front of him would she subconsciously act coquettish.

Mo tightly locked Qin Tianyue's charming face with deep, lowered her head, softened her movements in her hands, and gently rubbed her ankles.

Qin Tianyue stared at Mo's deep head, and the corners of his lips couldn't help evoking.

Mo Yishen, I miss you very much.

"All right."

The sexy dark voice came from Mo's deep throat. He just raised his head, with soft lips on his thin lips, eyes looking at each other, and their own figures at the bottom of his eyes.

The lip petals have a sweet smell, and the softness is incredible.

Mo shrunk his deep pupils, subconsciously retreated, stood up and walked towards the room to control his messy thoughts. At that moment, he wanted to push her down and ravage her in his arms.