C511 Arriving at the Capital
C511 Arriving at the Capital
"But we can still find the people who make the pills. They must know how to make them." Mu Qingqing racked her brains to think of a solution. Since Mo Xiaoyun needed the exact same medicine, she could look for it.
"They work in a division of labor, including methods and materials." Mo Xiaohe shook his head. His mood also became somewhat gloomy.
"So what if they're sharing work, this problem of yours must be solved." Mu Qingqing said firmly.
"Some have already been executed." This was the news that Mo Xiaohe got to know that this case didn't even drag on for a second.
This is going to be difficult …
Mu Qingqing once again placed her hopes on Mo Xiaoyun. Perhaps he knows of another way?
"Is there any other way?" Mu Qingqing asked.
"I'll study more." Mo Xiaoyun paused as he tapped the screen. If there was no other way, he had one more trump card to use. However, that was something he could only do when he had no other choice.
Mu Qingqing didn't notice that Mo Xiaoyun's mood had undergone a tremendous change. Instead, she was wholeheartedly worrying about how to treat this illness of Mo Xiaohe. If she noticed it, she wouldn't regret it in the future.
"Did you bring your ID?" Mu Qingqing was worried that Mo Xiaohe didn't have his ID, so she asked.
"Yes, I have. What about yours? " He was ready for Mu Qingqing to accompany him.
"You taught me. I always carry it with me." Mu Qingqing waved the ID card in her hand. It was her real name.
"Well done." Mo Xiaohe complimented her and petted her head lovingly.
This move made Mo Xiaoyun's heart sour. Why wasn't there anyone who could give him a head rubbing kill?
When they arrived at the outskirts of the capital, Mu Qingqing and Mo Xiaohe were discussing where to go, while Mo Xiaoyun continued to check the medical books in front of the screen. Through the collection of electronic information to determine what the disease is.
"This position." Mo Xiaohe had a sharp eye for the bus stop on the outskirts of the city.
The capital was too bustling. If one wanted to go to the top two large hospitals, one had to make an appointment in advance and line up for one's registration. The city's occupancy rate was as high as 90%. Finding a secluded place would be difficult. In the middle of the night, their appearance did not make anyone feel that they were out of the ordinary. Mo Xiaohe could only choose a spot where no one could see their target, and he had to avoid being monitored. Naturally, he couldn't go to the hospital tonight. He had to find a place to stay. The place Mo Xiaohe chose fit his requirements well.
Thus, the two of them slowly descended and walked towards the bus stop.
The night wind blew, and the temperature of the imperial city was ten degrees lower than that of Zhaoxi City. Mu Qingqing couldn't help but shiver.
Mo Xiaohe took her shoulders and draped his clothes over her body.
"Put it on." There was no reason for the patient to take care of himself. Mu Qingqing was more worried about Mo Xiaohe catching a cold.
"It's my duty to take care of you." He did not allow her to reject his kindness.
The hotel was only two hundred meters away, and it took them a while to reach it.
The front desk opened a room with their ID cards, and Mu Qingqing asked for two.
"I'm sorry, this is the only room." The receptionist raised her eyes lazily and handed her ID card back to them. She still wanted to take a nap in the middle of the night.
"There's no need to go through all this trouble, why would couples open two rooms for the betrothal of nobility?"
Mu Qingqing saw what she was thinking and was about to argue with her, but Mo Xiaohe kept his two ID cards and his right hand was trembling slightly.
Seeing him in such a state, Mu Qingqing also decided to stay in one room in case something happened to Mo Xiaohe. She didn't have time to call for help.
When she entered Room 999, Mu Qingqing saw the two bathrobes in the wardrobe. She looked at Mo Xiaohe as her mind drifted away.
Seeing her frozen on the spot, Mo Xiaohe also guessed her thoughts and smiled faintly.
"I'll sleep on the couch." Mu Qingqing snapped out of her daze and smiled teasingly at him. She couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
Taking a bathrobe from the closet, Mu Qingqing went to the bathroom and closed the door.
After a hot bath, she felt physically and mentally comfortable.
After wrapping up her bathrobe, Mu Qingqing carried a quilt from the closet and wrapped it tightly around herself before rolling onto the sofa to sleep.
Seeing Mu Qingqing's cautious actions, Mo Xiaohe looked at her helplessly. He also went to take a bath and changed into a bathrobe.
Mu Qingqing's eyes were closed as she listened to the crashing sound of the water, but her heart was unable to remain calm like before. What happened to her …
The feeling of impetuosity welled up in her heart, and she closed her eyes, trying to put aside all the thoughts.
The sound of the water stopped. Mo Xiaohe, who was wearing a bathrobe, walked out. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Mu Qingqing wrapped like a dumpling on the sofa. He walked to the side of the bed. As he walked, he suddenly crouched down. His left hand tightly gripped the wrist of his right hand. He groaned from the pain.
Hearing the noise, Mu Qingqing hugged her blanket and sat up straight. Seeing Mo Xiaohe's stiff expression under the warm yellow light, she couldn't care less and walked over to check on his situation.
"Xiaohe, how are you?" Mu Qingqing looked at his wrist.
Before he could clearly see his wrist, Mo Xiaohe carried him to the bed.
His gaze was firmly locked onto her eyes that were as clear as water.
"You …" Mu Qingqing was at a loss for words. Her eyes caught a glimpse of his muscular body and his slightly rolling adam's apple.
Mo Xiaohe looked down at her pale face and her beautiful collarbone.
He lifted the quilt from the sofa and looked at her restrained expression.
After covering her with the blanket, he rubbed her slightly wet hair and asked in a pure and thick voice, "Are you willing?"
Mu Qingqing knocked on her head and closed her eyes in frustration. He's so handsome, so nice, so considerate...
Yes, a hundred willing, a thousand willing.
She liked him too.
Why wouldn't she agree to such a rare thing?
Perhaps it was because she had paused for too long, even if she wanted to say something, it was already too late.
"Ugh …" Does your hand still hurt? " Mu Qingqing could only ask him awkwardly.
"It hurt just now, but I'm fine now." Mo Xiaohe stared at her with eyes as bright as stars, and admitted his pain as if he was being weak. "It's okay, you sleep here."
As for the question of whether Mu Qingqing was willing to answer or not, he would automatically attribute it to her unwillingness.
Mu Qingqing glanced at the space beside her. It didn't seem like much space for him. The sofa didn't feel too comfortable sleeping. He was sick, so he had enough to take care of himself. What was there to be conflicted about?
"You sleep here." Mu Qingqing moved to the side, her straight, slender legs wrapped under the snow-white quilt.
'This girl … '
Mo Xiaohe really lied down on his side facing her.
Mu Qingqing looked at the other quilt that he had pressed down on her. She was about to ask him to pick up the quilt that he had pressed down on her. He laid down on her blanket and seriously said, "I'm a bit tired."
Alright, since my patient is tired, I should rest. Mu Qingqing turned off the bedside switch.
In the darkness, Mu Qingqing heard a very clear heartbeat. It belonged to her and Mo Xiaohe.
She was lying on the right side and Mo Xiaohe was lying on the left. The blanket was about 1.5 meters wide, and most of it was covered by Mo Xiaohe.
It was a bit cold on an autumn night, but it was a bit of a waste to turn on the air conditioner. Mu Qingqing's back felt cold, but she dared not move.
Mo Xiaohe moved towards her, and she retreated towards him.
After pulling the thick quilt, Mu Qingqing pulled back a little more.
"If you keep retreating, you're going to fall." Mo Xiaohe wrapped his arm around her slender waist, while the warmth of his palm rested on her waist.
Mu Qingqing bit her lips, wanting to fall off.
The warm quilt wrapped around the skin behind her back. Along the way, she also shrunk into Mo Xiaohe's embrace.
"Good night." Mo Xiaohe whispered to her.
Mu Qingqing's eyes were closed, but she could see Mo Xiaohe's sleeping face more clearly. Long curls of eyelashes, a straight nose, a firm outline.
"Ugh …" And thin lips with a slight smile.
She really is a beautiful man …
Mo Xiaohe could feel that Mu Qingqing was looking at him with her eyes closed. The strength in his hands tightened unconsciously, and his breath became a little hot.
"Don't test my endurance." Mo Xiaohe's Adam's apple slightly moved as he calmly said.
Mu Qingqing's face heated up, but she didn't dare to move an inch.
"I won't do anything that Qing doesn't want to." Mo Xiaohe's magnetic voice echoed in her ears, making all the cells in Mu Qingqing's body tremble.
When this man was flirting, it was really easy for people to lose themselves in it …
Did she say no? She did not.
Mu Qingqing's smooth skin pressed against his face, and her cherry red lips became sweet. She hugged Mo Xiaohe's neck, completely losing herself.
The faint fragrance of soap lingered at the tip of his nose, lingering for an entire night.
The faint smile on Mo Xiaohe's lips never faded. Mu Qingqing had the sweetest dream since her rebirth. He held her tightly, as if he was hugging the sweet scent of white gardenias, and indulged in it.
The morning sun shone through the screen into the room. The first person to wake up was the beautiful Mu Qingqing. She put on her clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up. Thinking about what happened last night, she almost lost control of the soap in her hands.
How did he get so lost last night?
It was as if she was completely immersed in Mo Xiaohe's respect from the moment he said that he wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do.
After washing her skin, Mu Qingqing put on a bathrobe and walked to the bedside with both of her legs sore. She then looked at him, who was still sleeping soundly.
It was neither a loss nor a loss. He was so outstanding, yet he was treating her wholeheartedly.
Mu Qingqing's heart felt as if it was filled with sweet honey, as if there was nothing to be unhappy about.