Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Now that she has come to Li Mo's place, she is just a kind-hearted female doctor who rescues injured strangers out of pure kindness. It is the most normal thing that she might even worry about her own safety because she doubts the stranger's identity. Of course, it will not make people alert as soon as they wake up.

In this way, every bit of affection of pure beauty saving the hero will leave a mark in his heart.

As it is now.

After saying the tentative words, Mo Shixi frowned as if regretting it.

As soon as the other person woke up, he asked if there was an enemy. If a more arrogant person heard it, they would think that he wanted to drive someone away.

Fortunately, although Huan Rongxing noticed her hesitation, he was not offended by her tentative remarks. However, he did not know whether he had any enemies.

Thinking of this, he felt even more guilty.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that his mind was blank. He remembered nothing and knew nothing.

At first he thought it was a sequelae of the injury, and that he would be able to remember something after seeing familiar people or learning about other situations.

But in the end he was disappointed. Even though he knew where he was, he still knew nothing.

Huan Rongxing looked a little embarrassed and said apologetically:

"Miss, I'm so sorry. I don't seem to remember anything. I don't know why I am here or why I am so seriously injured. If you mind, I will leave as soon as I can walk again."

If Li Mo hadn't known from the storybook in advance that the hero was upright and unwilling to drag others down, she would have thought he was retreating in order to advance.

Of course, Li Mo would not misunderstand the male protagonist's meaning, and the innocent and kind-hearted Mo Shixi would not misunderstand it even more.

Instead, she only felt ashamed of her "forced disabled people" and took a step back than Huan Rongxing, taking the initiative to leave the seriously injured patient.

Mo Shixi waved his hands and explained hurriedly:

"No, no, don't worry, sir. The place where I live is quite desolate, and ordinary people can't find me. You are seriously injured, so just stay here and recuperate."

"Thank you very much, girl."

Huan Rongxing was slightly touched when he saw the man in front of him frowning and lowering his head to comfort him.

"I'm lonely anyway, and I won't be bored if I have someone to keep me company. I should be the one to thank you."

Mo Shixi said with a faint smile.

"Miss, your life-saving grace is much more important than this little companionship. I don't know your name, but I can't keep calling you Miss while I'm recovering from my illness."

Probably because it was the first time he asked a girl's name, Huan Rongxing felt a surge of heat at the tip of his ears.

"My name is Mo Shixi. Mo means "Qianmo", Shi means "Shichang", and Xi means "Xiqiu". Sir, you can call me Shixi. May I know your name?"

After Mo Shixi said his own name, he bravely asked the name of the man he saved.

Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, there was only silence. Mo Shixi felt a little embarrassed and looked up at the man on the bed.

The taciturn and handsome man moved his mouth slightly and slowly uttered a few words.

"I, don't remember."

Oops, I poked someone's wound.

Mo Shixi felt regretful again. Looking at the man's self-harming expression, he said a lot of thoughtless words.

"Don't be sad, sir. I checked. You just hit your head against something heavy and have some memory disorder. You will be fine once your body recovers. Since you don't have a name now, I found... No, I found you by the stream. The name of that stream is very nice, called Xingshui River. I can also call you Master Xing first..."

She didn't know how she said such a long string of words, and when she came to her senses, her face was as red as an autumn apple.

Did I cross the line?

Mo Shixi was thinking in his heart, but he saw the man on the bed raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

"Okay, I'll call you A Xing. But, Shi Xi, you don't have to call me Young Master, that's too polite. Just call me A Xing. You can also call me Brother A Xing. If you're lonely, you can just treat me as your brother."

"Okay, Brother Xing."

"Shi Xi."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Mo Shixi lowered his head shyly, then remembered something and told the patient to get up.

"Brother Xing, you just drank the medicine, you can't eat until half an hour later. Lie down and have a good rest first, I'll go make you something to eat."

Huan Rongxing held on to sit for a while, but he felt pain in his abdomen, so he didn't try to hold on and just lay down obediently.

"Thank you for your help, Master Xi."

Seeing the little girl going out confidently, Huan Rongxing lay down with peace of mind.

He didn't mean to trouble the little girl, he was just too weak and felt very tired after just sitting up for a moment. Now was a good time to catch up on some sleep, hoping to recover some strength.

Huan Rongxing woke up again because of Mo Shixi.

She was still wearing the same plain green dress, and she walked in step by step carrying the prepared meal, with a surprised smile on her face, completely unaware of any changes in herself.

After seeing Huan Rongxing wake up, Mo Shixi handed him the porridge on the plate and smiled happily.

"Brother Xing, you know what? This is the first time I've cooked so successfully."

Huan Rongxing didn't look at Zhou, but stared at the girl in front of him, with smiles in his eyes.

At this moment in his eyes, the girl's cheeks were slightly red from the heat, her eyes were moist, and most importantly, the charcoal "whiskers" on her cheeks made her look like a civet cat that was proudly showing off its first successful hunt.

cute.

Huan Rongxing felt itchy and almost couldn't control his hand and wanted to reach out to wipe off the marks on her face.

"what happened?"

When he met Mo Shixi's questioning gaze, he finally reacted, withdrew his hand, covered his mouth and coughed lightly to cover it up.

"fine."

Huan Rongxing picked up the bowl and took a sip of the hot porridge.

After taking the first bite, the warm feeling soothed his empty stomach.

But what followed was a slightly bitter, burnt taste.

It can be seen that the owner of the meal is not very good at cooking.

Huan Rongxing swallowed the hard rice in his mouth with some difficulty, and praised Mo Shixi with expectant eyes:

"delicious."

"really?"

Mo Shixi was a little nervous at the beginning. Although she felt that she had made great progress this time, she was still not very confident because of her years of experience of complaining that the food she ate was not tasty.

Now everyone who hasn’t eaten it says it’s delicious, so it must be good.

Mo Shixi picked up the remaining bowl of porridge and took a big sip. When he swallowed it, he was choked by the sudden burnt taste and burst into tears.

Along with it came a rising heat on my face.

She didn't even bother to look at the other person who had drunk the porridge. She took a few steps back stealthily and quickly left the "murder" scene.

After a while, she came back with a package wrapped in oil paper.

"Brother Xing, have some of this. It's the pastry I bought in town last time. I still have some left. Eat it first."