Yan Huan

Mo Ze gently kissed Mo Yu's eyes that were no longer crying, and gently rubbed the corners of Mo Yu's eyes with his fingertips, as if this would smooth the redness and swelling.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Ze looked at the gauze wrapped around Mo Yu's forehead with distressed eyes. He didn't know how the injury was, but the blood still oozing told him that the injury was not serious, and his delicate face was slightly covered with dead branches and weeds. The scratched blood marks made people feel distressed: "Where is the body hurt?"

Seeing Mo Ze hurriedly undo his clothes, Mo Yu blushed, and quickly grabbed his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not hurt."

Mo Ze looked at Mo Yu with disbelief: "Really?"

Mo Yu turned his face to the side and nodded, thinking about it, "I can't let you take off your clothes if you are injured." He has been with Moze for many years, no matter how violent Moze was, he just hugged him and kissed his cheeks. The kiss just now scared him so much that he was inexplicably embarrassed and shy thinking about it. Just kiss without saying anything.

"Then... what about the eyes?" Moze gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, his trembling voice was filled with obvious fear and remorse, the scene where the two separated mixed with the complicated emotions now made his heart rub It's broken, if Mo Yu can't see for the rest of his life, what should he do?

Mo Yu was really wronged in his heart. Since the two met, although Mo Ze always teased him and made him flustered, he never hurt him and wronged him. He wanted to take this opportunity to scare him, but As soon as he heard Moze's trembling and cautious tone, he could immediately imagine the frowning look of the person in front of him with regret.This person has always looked unrestrained and arrogant, but he has never been so submissive and cautious, and he can't help but soften his heart: "It's okay, I just can't see it temporarily."

"That's good..." There was obvious disbelief in Mo Ze's words, but he tried his best to endure it. Mo Yu knew that Mo Ze must be thinking that he was comforting him. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Mo Ze continue to say: " I am here, and I will be here from now on."

A firm and deep commitment.

Mo Yu was a little dazed, then smiled, squeezed Mo Ze's hand and said softly, "Yes, you are here."

When Zhong Jie broke into the room, he saw Mo Ze and Mo Yu sitting opposite each other holding hands, one with his head slightly lowered, his cheeks were faintly red, the other was looking closely at the person in front of him, with deep affection in his eyes. It's about to overflow.

Zhong Jie shook his aching wrist, squinted his good-looking eyes, and bad thoughts immediately arose: "I said Mo Ze, you should clean yourself up too, look at your injuries..."

"Are you injured again? Where is the injury?" Before Zhong Jie finished speaking, Mo Yu held Mo Ze's hand tightly, sat up straight, and wanted to grope to check, but because he couldn't see, he was afraid of the pain. Mo Ze didn't know what to do, his pale face became even more ugly, he was injured, and his breath was full of blood, and he couldn't distinguish the blood smell from Mo Ze's body for a while.

Seeing Mo Yu's anxious and angry look, Mo Ze couldn't help but give Zhong Jie a sideways glance. Seeing his retaliatory smile, he was annoyed for a while, but he couldn't move his hands to teach him a lesson, so he could only coax Mo Yu carefully: "I'm fine, You listen to my voice, you are full of breath, it's all right."

"It's all right! I don't know which weed came out of it. Calling you a beggar is a compliment." Zhong Jie looked at Mo Ze and smiled meanly.

"Mo Ze..." Mo Yu was anxious.

"Zhong Jie, is your other wrist itching?" Mo Ze comforted Mo Yu with one hand, looked at Zhong Jie with sharp eyes and shook his wrist, his tone was full of threats.

Zhong Jie couldn't help taking half a step back, shrunk his neck, and grunted: "I have something to tell others, don't bother me."

Mo Ze looked at Zhong Jie who left angrily, turned his head and touched the corner of Mo Yu's eyes pityingly: "I'm really fine, but I want to hug you, but my body is too dirty, I have to wash it up."

"I'll get someone to fetch water."

Seeing Mo Yu who was in a hurry to get up, Mo Ze quickly held him down: "Don't move, I'll go."