Chapter 92 Sleeping Pillow

Bo Jiu was just about to adjust.

Another voice sounded above her head, the sound quality was still very faint but inexplicably a little hoarse: "Are you challenging my endurance by moving so much?"

Qin Mo's words made Bo Jiu calm down a lot. After all, the rolling breath coming from under her was really hot.

Since her ears were pressed against the man's chest, it seemed that the whole world was only filled with the other person's heartbeat.

Bang, bang, bang, very peaceful.

It was like returning to childhood.

In the summer on Wall Street, the trees in the yard grew very lush.

At that time, she climbed over the wall much more smoothly.

After there was nothing blocking her.

She went to the next door more frequently.

She just got sleepy after playing for a while. After all, she was young and had to grow up, so she had to keep a balance in her biological clock.

They also took naps together like this.

But at that time, she still knew that he liked cleanliness, but she couldn't control herself and kept rolling around on his bed.

She rolled until his face sank, and he took a blanket to wrap her whole body, and then she felt at ease.

It was not like now, so dangerous.

Bo Jiu did not move, but she still clearly felt the thing against her.

"Don't look around, I won't move you." The voice sounded again, but it was much gentler than usual.

Bo Jiu retracted her gaze and then felt a little sleepy.

But she came to take care of the patient, not to sleep.

She firmly maintained her principles, one hand around Qin Mo's waist, and the other hand always remembered to hold Qin Mo's injured hand, subconsciously worried that it would be touched.

Doctor Qin said that Bo Jiu treated Qin Mo as a porcelain doll, which was absolutely correct.

In order to prevent herself from falling asleep, Bo Jiu still tried to find a topic: "Actor An said,

You used to sleep restlessly, and then you found my pillow and cured your insomnia. Brother Mo, be gentle with your pillow."

Qin Mo looked at the person lying on him, and even when he spoke, he was dazed. He reached out to push aside her hair and kissed her: "Okay."

Perhaps he got a response, or whether it was the temperature or the breath of the person he was holding, it was too in line with the boy's aesthetics and requirements. In short, it was very comfortable, so he fell asleep unconsciously.

Qin Mo rubbed her face with his fingers, and he never thought that there would be a day when he would be so close to someone.

The reason why I couldn't sleep comfortably was that I would have nightmares constantly.

I dreamed of water, deep water.

Qin Mo was a psychological criminalist, and he knew very well that this was a psychological problem.

But even the knowledge he knew could not answer it.

Why every time he woke up, what made him most uncomfortable was not the water, but when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't hold anything, his palm was empty, and his heart was empty.

At the very beginning.

He didn't even understand why there were tears on his face.

Is it a debt?

He owed the person who was wronged by him but still didn't know his name.

So he never touched any cases again.

But the feeling of emptiness did not disappear, as if the most important thing was lost.

Until this guy appeared.

Qin Mo lowered his eyes and looked at the boy who was snoring softly and sleeping in a mess, but did not forget to hold his hand, and his thin lips fell on Bo Jiu's head.

He vaguely heard what the man seemed to be saying, and when he got closer, he only heard a name...

Xingye.