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

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Mo Shixi's face, and her crow-feather-like eyelashes fluttered.

The girl had a slender figure, fair skin and pale lips.

Just like a butterfly caught in a spider web and trying to escape, it is fragile, yet it makes people unconsciously desire to break the confinement.

Huan Rongxing tightened his grip on the oil paper, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and looked at Mo Shixi and asked.

"What about you?"

She didn't have many pastries in her hand, so these must be the last ones in stock.

If I give him all the money, what will Shi Xi do?

Mo Shixi smiled warmly, very casually.

"It's okay. I just ate casually before. I cooked rice and ate some pastries and the pickled vegetables and bacon I bought. I accidentally overcooked the porridge today, but I'm pretty good at cooking rice."

"I'll cook some rice later so just eat something. You're a patient and your stomach won't be healthy if you're hungry. I can wait."

Huan Rongxing felt really weak and exhausted, and could not resist Mo Shixi's persuasion, so he swallowed the only two remaining pieces of cake.

Just as Mo Shixi said, after some time, the rice she cooked was ready.

The rice looked cooked to perfect perfection, completely different from the burnt porridge. You could tell at a glance that it was cooked regularly.

It’s a pity that apart from the good rice, her rice only had some shredded pickled radish on it, which looked a bit shabby and pitiful.

Huan Rongxing felt guilty and thought he should have left one piece for her.

This meal is just a temporary solution. There are still many more meals a day to come. We can’t just fool around like this all the time.

The original Mo Shixi, out of admiration, learned to cook some of Huan Rongxing's favorite dishes and eat them every day even though she was not good at cooking and even though she got blisters on her hands from cooking and her beloved hair was singed by the fire.

Huan Rongxing was just moved, so he could only express gratitude, but more doubts arose in his heart.

Why do this for a man, especially a man I can't get?

Of course she wouldn't do that.

Of course, he would not use his magical cooking skills to harm poor injured patients every day.

After communicating with Huan Rongxing, Mo Shixi went down the mountain before it got dark. He spent some money to ask a family in the village at the foot of the mountain to deliver meals to him every day.

Naturally, we paid for dinner that day and had the villagers prepare it and pack it in wooden baskets and bring it to the wooden house.

"Thank you for your help, Master Xi."

As a grown man, I have to trouble the girl to take care of me everywhere, making her spend money and effort, but I have no way to repay her.

Huan Rongxing had an apologetic look in his eyes and made a decision in his heart.

"When I feel better, I will take over the task of cooking."

The next day.

In the early morning, the sunlight shines into the house through the window, it is warm and very comfortable.

After finishing the breakfast brought by the village auntie and taking the medicine, it was time to change the dressings on the external wounds.

Mo Shixi was still very calm and composed when he came in with the prepared medicine and gauze. It was just a dressing change, and it wasn't the first time.

It was not until Huan Rongxing bit her thin lips and held on to her clothes tightly, refusing to let go, that she realized the difference between yesterday and today.

When applying the medicine yesterday, the patient was still unconscious. Mo Shixi treated him as a rag doll he used to practice medicine on and applied the medicine in a very serious manner.

Now that he's sober, he still looks nervous as if he's about to be molested, which is really hard to deal with.

"Brother Xing, please take off your clothes, otherwise it will be difficult for me to apply the medicine."

Huan Rongxing did not let go.

Mo Shixi seemed to understand the reason why Huan Rongxing was nervous and comforted him:

"Brother Xing, don't worry. You just need to take off your shirt, you don't need to get naked."

The person being comforted was not comforted at all.

"Girl! This is not right."

He was so scared that he called the girl over again.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Shixi had no choice but to put the medicine aside temporarily, his eyes bright as he explained seriously:

"Brother Xing, don't worry. In the eyes of doctors, there is no difference between men and women. There is no need to delay changing your medicine because of this. It will affect your recovery."

Huan Rongxing hesitated for a while, and finally let go of the discomfort in his heart and unbuttoned his shirt.

What caught my eye was white gauze that almost covered the entire upper body. There were some dark marks on it in some places, probably bloodstains from some wounds.

Mo Shixi untied the gauze bit by bit, and faint grooves and muscle outlines appeared before her eyes.

Without any hesitation, she began to apply medicine to the scarred area.

The soft hands touched his honey-colored skin, which was warm flesh.

As the position of her hand changed, the temperature she felt continued to rise and became scorching.

Simultaneously,

"Thump, thump, thump."

In the tight chest, the powerful heartbeat loudly announced its presence.

'The speed of your heartbeat seems a little off?'

Mo Shixi felt a little doubtful and looked up, just in time to meet Rong Huanxing's gaze.

There was a subtle shyness and a bit of embarrassment in those eyes, and Mo Shixi suddenly realized that today's dressing change was different from yesterday's.

She kept repeating "Everyone is equal in the eyes of a doctor", but for unknown reasons she still separated the person in front of her from ordinary patients.

The two of them kept looking at each other, and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually spread.

Mo Shixi quickly lowered his head, took a deep breath, and continued to apply the medicine as if nothing had happened.

Huan Rongxing just came back to his senses and realized that something was wrong with him just now.

Although he was just changing the dressing, he couldn't help but notice the hands wandering on his skin.

Soft and delicate, warm and numb feeling fills my heart.

He seemed to have never been so close to another woman, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

I felt those hands touching my chest and my heart beat even more out of control.

He was embarrassed and shy.

I was still vaguely expecting and curious about how the girl in front of me would react. I was expecting, but I didn't know what I was expecting.

But Mo Shixi lowered his head and applied the medicine carefully, as if nothing had happened.

A feeling of loss came over me.

Huan Rongxing pursed his lips, and stared at Mo Shixi even more closely with his dark eyes.

But I couldn't help being attracted by her focused look. The summer heat had passed, but the weather didn't get cold all of a sudden.

The girl held the medicine, lowered her head, and concentrated on treating the wound meticulously.

Without thinking too much, I know that she must have a very soft heart.

Huan Rongxing has no memories, but is treated so gently that it is hard not to develop a sense of star-like dependence on life.

It seems that even if he has no memories, he is not a vague and uncaring person.

With his thoughts tumbling around, Huan Rongxing did not notice the passage of time until the pair of white and soft hands left his body, and then he suddenly realized.

Unconsciously, I felt more attached to that softness in my heart.

"Brother Xing, the medicine has been applied. I took your pulse and you are recovering well. You can get up and walk around and see the sun. It will help your recovery."

"Okay, thank you Miss Mo."

Huan Rongxing was young and strong, with a solid body and excellent physique.

Just as Mo Shixi said, on the second day after applying the medicine, Huan Rongxing was able to get up by himself and even walk a few laps in the yard outside the house.