Chapter 242 Cold War

Bai Youwei lay quietly, unresponsive.

"Bai Youwei?" Shen Mo's voice became heavier, like a string stretched to the extreme.

She remained motionless.

He held her hand, which was warm.

The cheeks are also hot.

The pulse is still there.

Breathing is still there.

But why can't I wake up?

Did he faint from a high fever, or...

Shen Mohou's molars tightened, and he stretched out his hand to grab Bai Youwei from the bed!

"ah!"

Bai Youwei was unprepared and was so frightened that she let out a short scream!

Shen Mo was stunned at first, then shock and anger appeared in his eyes!

Everyone who heard the sound ran over and saw Bai Youwei sitting on the bed safe and sound, and Shen Mo standing in front of the bed, his face covered with dark clouds, so dark that he could almost drip with ink!

"What happened?" Teacher Cheng looked at the expressions of the two of them in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Mo stared at Bai Youwei with deep eyes for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "It's okay."

He said he was fine, but his tone was as cold as ice shavings, and it didn't look like he was fine at all!

Without waiting for Teacher Cheng to ask again, he turned around expressionlessly and walked out of the room without saying a word.

Several people gathered at the door looked at each other, and they all noticed the subtle changes between Shen Mo and Bai Youwei.

Teacher Cheng asked worriedly: "Weiwei, what happened? Did you and Shen Mo quarrel?"

"No..." Bai Youwei denied, then curled her lips and replied in a low voice, "He just... seemed to think that I had turned into a doll."

Everyone: "..."

In the silence, he chatted and asked, "Wow! Are you pretending on purpose?"

Bai Youwei immediately glared at him: "Am I like that kind of person?!"

He laughed without scruples: "It looks like it, it looks like it!"

"You're laughing at me!" Bai Youwei threw a pillow at her!

It missed, and the conversation and laughter ran away in a flash.

While running, he was still complaining: "Brother Mo! Weiwei is losing her temper again!——"

Bai Youwei: "..."

Damn, she really didn’t mean it!

…

Throughout the afternoon, Shen Mo ignored Bai Youwei.

Of course, he doesn't ignore it completely. When Bai Youwei calls him, he will come over. When Bai Youwei wants to drink water, he will pour it. When Bai Youwei wants to go downstairs, he will also carry her down.

But he didn't say a word, not even a superfluous look.

This made Bai Youwei very uncomfortable, and at the same time a little strange. She thought that the reason why he was like this was because he was worried about her. It seemed that if he turned into a doll, it would not be so irritating to him.

After thinking about it, I decided to be broad-minded and forgive him for his rudeness.

What's more...

She glanced at the white dress baking beside the fireplace.

He already helped her wash clothes, how could she be willing to be angry with him?

Shen Mo found a pile of chopped firewood under the eaves outside the back door, and he carried a pile in. The firewood was very damp, and some of it even had mushrooms growing on it, making it inexplicably funny when he held it in his arms.

Bai Youwei looked at him and smiled.

However, this smile failed to impress the man.

Shen Mo put down the firewood with an expressionless face and dried it in front of the fireplace to prevent it from burning when the firewood in the fireplace ran out.

He squatted in front of the fireplace, his dark eyes reflected the firelight, and the muscles of his arms were smooth. In a few seconds, he stacked a pile of firewood into a small tower in a tic-tac-shape shape. While stacking the layers, he ensured that there was a gap between each firewood to increase air convection. Let them dry faster.

Bai Youwei sat next to him and watched him work. His serious look and solemn and indifferent expression gave people a silent warning to stay away from strangers, making him more cold, charming and full of masculinity.

She felt like a feather was fluttering in her heart, and she couldn't help but call him: "Shen Mo."

Shen Mo turned to look at her, his brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

"If one day, I become a doll." She stared into his eyes and asked seriously, "Will you cry for me?"