The jolting stopped and Luoli woke up. She looked up and saw the two of them standing at the door. He patted Mo Ying's shoulder and put her down. When he landed, he felt that his foot was already swollen like a steamed bun.
Clutching onto Mo Ying's long arm, Luo Li took out the keys from her pocket, opened the door, and hopped inside to sit on the sofa.
Phew, letting out a long breath, Luoli said,"Thank you. It's very late, let's go back quickly."
Mo Ying did not reply. He crouched down, wanting to help Luoli take off her shoes, but just as his hand touched her left foot, Luoli quickly withdrew. She frowned tightly and bit her lips until they turned white.
Mo Ying's heart clenched as he coaxed her softly,""Be good. It will hurt even more if you don't take it off."
Carefully untying her shoelaces and loosening her tongue, Luo Li suddenly pinched Mo Ying's wrist and said,"I'll do it myself."
Luo Li gritted her teeth and pushed the upper of her shoe forward, then pulled it down. Fortunately, the skateboard shoes did not pinch her feet, so she did not suffer much. However, when she took off her shoes, she realized that her injuries were not light. The skin on the back of her foot had been broken, and a solidified blood stain stuck to her white socks. It was glaring, and it was obvious how desperate the little cutie had been.
'I'm really in trouble,' Luoli wailed in her heart.
However, he still planned to continue working hard. Anyway, it would hurt anyway, so he could take it once. She gently rolled the socks down, and the closer she got to the wound, the louder the hissing became. In the end, he closed his eyes and pulled his hand. The sock was torn off along with the flesh. The wound that had already solidified began to bleed again. Luoli tried her best to hold back the urge to scream. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead and the wound on her instep tugged painfully. She took a deep breath and collapsed onto the sofa as if she had collapsed.
Mo Ying was dumbstruck. This girl really had the heart to pull it off in one go. Wasn't she afraid of the pain? He got up and walked around, finding the bathroom. Not long after, he came out with a basin of warm water and sat opposite Luoli. He took a towel and carefully wiped the sweat off Luoli's face.
Luo Li pressed down on Mo Ying's hand and took the towel. She wiped her face haphazardly and forced herself to sit up.
"Do you have any medicine at home?" Mo Ying took the towel from Luoli's hands and asked," If you don't have it, I'll go buy it."”
Luo Li nodded and pointed ahead."It's under the TV cabinet. You can't buy it even if you want to. It's already so late.”
Mo Ying found the medicine box and returned to his seat, placing Luo Li's left foot on his knee.
"I'll help you disinfect and stop the bleeding first." As he spoke, he soaked a piece of gauze with warm water and slowly approached the hideous wound.
Luo Li subconsciously wanted to pull her leg back but Mo Ying forcefully held her back and persuaded her nicely,"Be good. It'll be done soon." Seeing that the area of the wound was not small, Mo Ying furrowed his brows. He sped up his hand movements, but he did not lose his dexterity. He gently sucked away the blood that seeped out and poured the Myriad Flower Oil on the wound. Finally, he wrapped it with a breather bandage and fixed it. It was done.
Mo Ying gently placed Luo Li's left foot back on the sofa and exhaled. He was also nervous when Luo Li was injured, afraid that he would accidentally aggravate her pain. When everything was ready, he looked up and saw that it was already past two o'clock.
Luoli opened her tired eyes and said sleepily,"It's too late. Why don't you stay at my house for the night?”
Mo Ying paused for a moment and nodded." Alright, I'll help you back to your room."”
The two of them entered the bedroom. Luo Li did not avoid it, she took off her outer coat and lay down, not forgetting to call out to Mo Ying,"You can sleep anywhere you want. There's a blanket in the cupboard.”The constant sleepiness overcame the throbbing pain in her instep and she fell asleep quickly.
Mo Ying then carefully examined the interior of the room. It was a very simple design with no extra decorations. There was nothing else in the room except for a large double bed, a computer desk, and a wardrobe with a mirror. It didn't look like a girl's boudoir at all. It was even simpler than an ordinary small hotel.
Mo Ying silently grinned. He sat by the bed and looked at Luo Li's painful sleeping face. His brows were still tightly knitted and his lips were tightly pursed. Reaching out, he combed Luo Li's messy hair to the side and tucked in the corner of the blanket. Mo Ying got up, took the blanket, and silently retreated.
In the middle of the night, Mo Ying, who had always been a light sleeper, was awakened by a suppressed cry. He jumped up from the sofa and quickly ran into the bedroom. When he came to the bed, he saw Luoli curled up, trembling under the blanket. Her eyes were tightly shut and there were still tears at the corners of her eyes as she hummed.
She lifted the blanket and saw that the wound that had been wrapped a few hours ago was oozing yellow water. Some of it had even stained the bedsheet. Luoli's feet were bent as if she had cramps.
Mo Ying stretched out his hand and gently held her hand. He patiently massaged her feet, and gradually, the soles of her feet straightened. Luo Li's brows relaxed and she slowly quieted down.
He heaved a sigh of relief and took the medicine box to bandage her wound again. He was afraid that Luoli would do it again, so he simply lay beside her, just in case. This girl had always been sleeping on her side, like a child who lacked a sense of security. The huge bed was only curled up in a corner.
Mo Ying's guilt increased a little. Today, this girl's suffering was related to him. It was better to watch carefully and not make any more mistakes.
The night seemed particularly long. Mo Ying lay beside Luo Li, not feeling sleepy at all. He felt that the person beside him could not sleep well either, trembling from time to time. He simply got up and leaned his head toward her. His sweaty hairline was plastered to his face, and his black and curly eyelashes were trembling slightly. He hugged the blanket tightly with both hands, as if he was dreaming, a bad dream.
Mo Ying frowned and wrung a hot towel. He squatted in front of the bed and gently wiped Luo Li's wet face.
Borrowing the moonlight, he gazed at her pale face. For some reason, Mo Ying felt that Luo Li was not as playful and brave as she appeared on the surface. In the dead of the night, in her sleep, she had let down her guard and her helplessness and unease were all gone.
It seems that we are very similar, Mo Ying said to her in his heart.
Lying back on the bed, he hesitated for a moment before slowly approaching Luoli and hugging her from behind. He treated it as hugging his other self, giving himself some strength and warmth. Perhaps he could resist the bone-piercing cold in this long autumn.
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