A blush of embarrassment rose on Mo Shixi's face, and her crow-feather eyelashes flickered.
The girl is slender and graceful, with snow-white complexion and light lip color.
Like a butterfly bound by a spider web trying to escape, it is fragile and makes people unconsciously have a desire to destroy the confinement.
Huan Rongxing squeezed the oil paper's hand tightly, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, looked at Mo Shixi and asked.
"What about you?"
She didn't have many pastries in her hand, so she was probably the last stock.
If everything is given to him, what will Shi Xi do?
Mo Shixi raised a warm smile, very casually.
"It's okay. I just ate whatever I wanted before. I cooked rice and mixed it with some pastries and the pickles and bacon I bought. Today's porridge was accidentally overcooked, but I'm good at cooking rice. "
"I'll cook the food again later and just eat whatever you want. You are a patient and your stomach is not good when you are hungry. I can wait."
Huan Rongxing felt that he was really weak and couldn't bear Mo Shixi's persuasion, so he swallowed the only two pieces of cake left in his stomach.
As Mo Shixi said, after some time, the rice she cooked was ready.
The rice looked perfectly cooked, not on the same level as the burnt porridge. You could tell it was made regularly.
Unfortunately, apart from the good rice, her rice only had some finely chopped pickled radish on it, which was a bit shabby and pitiful.
Huan Rongxing felt a sense of guilt in her heart. She should have left a piece of it for her.
This meal was temporarily passed over, and there were many more meals a day to come, so we couldn’t just pass them by like this.
It turns out that because of Mo Shixi's admiration, even though she was not good at cooking, even though her hands were blistered while cooking and her beloved hair was burned by the fire, she still learned some of Huan Rongxing's favorite dishes to eat every day.
Just because he was moved, Huan Rongxing could only thank him, but more doubts arose in his heart.
For a man, or a man who can’t get it, why bother?
Of course she wouldn't do that.
Of course, he wouldn't use his magical cooking skills to harm poor injured patients every day.
After communicating with Huan Rongxing, Mo Shixi went down the mountain while it was still dark, and spent some money to ask a family in the village at the foot of the mountain to deliver meals every day.
Naturally, I paid for the dinner that day and had it cooked by the villagers, then put it in a wooden basket and took it to the wooden house.
"Sorry, Shixi."
As a grown man, he always troubles girls to take care of her, asking others to contribute money and efforts, but he has no way to repay her.
Huan Rongxing looked apologetic in his eyes and made a decision in his heart.
'When you feel better, you can take over the task of cooking. '
The next day.
In the early morning, the sun shines into the house through the window, making it warm and comfortable.
After finishing the breakfast delivered by the aunt in the village and taking the medicine, it was time to change the dressing for the wounds on the body.
Mo Shixi was very calm and collected when she came in with the prepared medicine and gauze. It was just a dressing change, and it wasn't the first time.
It wasn't until Huan Rongxing bit her thin lips and held on to her clothes, refusing to let go, that she realized the difference between yesterday and today.
When applying the medicine yesterday, the person was still unconscious. Mo Shixi completely regarded the person as a ragdoll who practiced medical skills in the past, and applied good medicine in a serious manner.
Now that the person is awake, he still looks nervous as if he is about to be frivolous, which is really difficult to handle.
"Brother Axing, please take off your clothes so that I can't apply the medicine."
Huan Rongxing didn't let go of his hand.
Mo Shixi seemed to understand the reason for Huan Rongxing's nervousness and comforted him:
"Brother A Xing, don't worry. You just need to take off your shirt, you don't need to take off your clothes."
The person being comforted was not comforted well at all.
"Girl! This is inappropriate."
He was so frightened that he called the girl again.
"What's wrong?"
Mo Shixi had no choice but to put the medicine aside for the time being. With dark eyes, she explained seriously:
"Brother A Xing, don't worry. In the eyes of doctors, there is no difference between men and women. There is no need to delay your dressing change because of this, as it will affect your body's recovery."
Huan Rongxing hesitated for a while, then finally let go of his discomfort and unbuttoned his shirt.
What you can see is a white gauze covering almost the entire upper body. There are some dark marks on it in some places, probably blood stains from some wounds.
Mo Shixi untied the gauze little by little, and the vague outline of ravines and muscles appeared in front of her eyes.
Without any hesitation, she began to apply medicine to the scar.
The soft hands touched his honey-colored skin, which was warm flesh.
As the contact position of her hand changed, the temperature she felt continued to rise and became scorching.
at the same time,
"Thump, thump, thump."
In the tight chest, the powerful heartbeat loudly announced his presence.
'There seems to be something wrong with the heart rate? '
Mo Shixi felt doubtful, raised her eyes, and met Rong Huanxing's gaze.
There was an unobvious shyness and a little bit of embarrassment in those eyes, and Mo Shixi suddenly realized that today's dressing change was different from yesterday's.
She kept saying that "all doctors are equal", but she still separated the person in front of her from ordinary patients for unknown reasons.
The two of them kept looking at each other for a long time, and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually emerged.
Mo Shixi quickly lowered her head, took a deep breath, and continued to apply the medicine as if nothing had happened.
Huan Rongxing just came back to his senses. Something was wrong with him just now.
Although it was just a dressing change, he unconsciously paid attention to the hands on the skin.
Soft and delicate, a 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 touch my chest, and my heartbeat became even more uncontrollable.
He was embarrassed and shy.
There was also a vague expectation and curiosity, wondering how the girl in front of him would react, looking forward to it, not knowing what he was expecting.
But Mo Shixi lowered her head and applied medicine carefully as if nothing had happened.
A feeling of loss came over me.
Huan Rongxing pursed his lips and stared at Mo Shixi more closely with his dark eyes.
But he couldn't help but be attracted by her focused look. The summer heat was over, 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 with meticulous attention to detail.
You don't need to think too much to know that she must have an extremely soft heart.
Huan Rongxing has no memory, but is treated so softly. It's hard not to feel a sense of dependence on life.
It seems that even if he has no memory, he is not a vague person who no one cares about.
With his thoughts rolling, Huan Rongxing didn't notice the passage of time. He didn't realize it until those white and soft hands left his body.
Unconsciously, I felt nostalgic for that softness.
"Brother Axing, the medicine is finished. I checked your pulse. Your body is recovering well. You can get up and walk around. Seeing the sunshine will help your recovery."
"Okay, thank you very much, Miss Mo."
When Huan Rongxing was young and strong, his body bones were strong and his physique was excellent.
As Mo Shixi said, the day after applying the medicine, Huan Rongxing was able to get up on his own and walk several laps in the yard outside the house.
