Chapter 1069 Discussing How the Prodigal Son Was Pissed to Death

Chapter 1069 Discussing how the prodigal son was pissed to death

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the outline of the room could only be vaguely discerned through the light leaking in from the corridor.

Yin Mo could tell at a glance that there was no one on the bed, and there was no sign of He Chen outside the half-opened French windows.

She wandered around and quickly walked towards the bathroom in the suite.

Although Yin Mo didn't understand medical theory, but under the influence of Qiaoqiao and the others, he also learned a lot of common sense.

Extremely severe allergies could lead to death. He Chen didn't show up for more than two hours, which was very unlike his usual style.

The more Yin Mo thought about it, the more anxious he became. When he reached the bathroom door, he completely forgot to knock on the door. He turned the handle and pushed the door open and walked in.

The bathroom was humid and slightly cold.

Yin Mo stood there in a daze, the scene in front of her was completely different from the picture she made up by herself...

In the bathtub, He Chen had a towel on the back of his head. His honey-colored skin was covered with conspicuous red rashes. He bent one leg and stared at Yin Mo, who couldn't take his eyes off him. He said in a lazy tone, "Captain Yin, what are you... wanting to talk to?" Shall I take a mandarin duck bath?"

Yin Mo stared straight at the strong body under the waves, and turned his back in a second in a panic, "I'm not..."

He Chen followed Yin Mo's line of sight and glanced under himself, teasing lazily, "Baby, if you want to see it, I can tear off the towel."

Yin Mo's ears had a fever, and his mind was full of He Chen's thin, narrow waist, straight long legs, and the bulging mass in the middle that covered the original appearance but couldn't cover the outline.

She shook her head, forced herself to calm down, and glanced sideways at him, "Are you allergic?"

He Chen lifted his arms from the bathtub and propped his forehead, "Guess."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Yin Mo hesitated and took a step back, "Can you still stand up? I asked Ah Yong to buy medicine, and it will be delivered in a while."

He Chen rested his arms on the edge of the bathtub, stretched his head up, and the smile on his lips deepened, "I can't get up, what should I do?"

After finishing speaking, he lifted the corners of his eyes, just in time to see Yin Mo rolling up his sleeves and walking towards him.

He Chen squinted at Yin Mo's worried brows, and thought of a possibility for no reason.

If he really couldn't stand up, with this woman's EQ and style, she would most likely carry him out of the bathtub!

He Chen rubbed his forehead with his white fingertips, then propped himself up on the bathtub and stood up.

Seeing this, Yin Mo didn't care about anything else, and rushed over to hold his arm, "Why are you so cold?"

He Chen glanced at her, and wanted to say something obscene, but seeing Yin Mo's worried expression, he gave up the idea again.

Yin Mo helped him out, and he could clearly feel the slowness of He Chen's movements.

She turned her head to look at the bathtub, bent down and reached out to test the temperature of the water, and it turned out to be cold.

He Chen had a wet towel wrapped around his waist and abdomen, and he took only two steps when the dripping towel was precarious.

Yin Mo flicked the water droplets from his hand, and the moment he turned his eyes, he caught He Chen shaking off the heavy wet towel with his hand, and put the bathrobe on his body with the other hand.

Back in the bedroom, Yin Mo turned on the light, took the bath towel and handed it to He Chen, "Wipe your hair first, I'll ask where Ayong is."

He Chen sat on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, put his hands in his pockets, and stretched his head in front of Yin Mo like a giant dog.

He didn't speak, and there were a few big characters written on every gesture: You wipe it for me.

Yin Mo sighed, stepped forward and unfolded the bath towel, and gently rubbed the top of his head, "Aren't you strong?"

He Chen hummed through his nasal cavity, felt Yin Mo's gentle movements, and in a moment of emotion, he drew closer to her, and his handsome face was aimed at Yin Mo's chest.

A second later, He Chen withdrew his hand, sat upright, and did not move.

This woman...was not wearing a bra in the middle of the night.

Yin Mo didn't notice these details, and kept blaming himself while wiping He Chen's hair.

The light in the second bedroom was turned on, and the light was very warm, and she could easily see the red rash and red spots that appeared on his body again.

Yin Mo's movements gradually slowed down. He looked down at He Chen, who had no energy, and said with a slightly resentful tone, "If you can't eat mustard, don't eat it. Why do you want to be brave?"

He Chen raised his dark red eyelids, and repeated playfully: "Me? Show off?"

Yin Mo frowned and nodded, "If you said you couldn't eat it, I won't feed you."

"Baby!" He Chen leaned back with a smile that was not a smile, and propped his hands behind his back, "What do you think of the idiom that the villain sues first to describe you?"

Yin Mo pursed her lips and corrected in a low voice, "That's not an idiom...it's a proverb."

He Chen had a sore throat, closed his eyes and sneered, "Captain Yin, please feed me another plate of mustard."

Eat him to death!

Yin Mo knew that He Chen was suffering, so he walked over to tease him patiently, "Don't make trouble, your hair isn't dry yet."

She said this sentence with a lot of tenderness, even a little coquettish.

He Chen licked his back molars, narrowed his eyes, took advantage of the situation to grab Yin Mo's wrist, and pulled her over.

Yin Mo was standing by the bed, when he was pulled suddenly, out of inertia, he threw himself on He Chen without any surprise.

She is above and he is below.

At this time, He Chen wrapped Yin Mo's waist with one hand, put the other hand behind his head, and said calmly, "Baby, so impatient?"

Yin Mo was trying to get up in a hurry, when he heard the sound, he thumped him, "Be serious."

He Chen pursed his thin lips slightly, pressed the back of her head with his palm, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't move around, hug for a while."

Yin Mo struggled a lot less, lay quietly on his chest, and asked lightly: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Well, it's uncomfortable." He Chen half-closed his eyes, and rubbed her loose long hair with his fingers, "Kiss me, it should be fine."

Yin Mo raised his head, looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully, and then said, "I'm not medicine."

On how a prodigal son in love was pissed to death by a straight steel girl.

He Chen endured the allergies on his body, and patted her on the head, "Honey, lie down and stop talking."

Yin Mo lowered his head slightly, and could clearly see more and more rashes on the man's body from the open neckline of his nightgown, "It seems to be serious, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No need." He Chen opened his eyelids, saw her face full of confusion and self-blame, stretched his neck to steal a scent from her mouth, "It will be fine tomorrow."

Yin Mo swallowed, put the hair on the side of his face behind his ears, touched his reddened handsome face, and asked, "Do you have any other allergies?"

He Chen raised his lips and told the truth: "Pollen, nuts, mushrooms, penicillin."

Yin Mo twitched the corners of his mouth knowingly, "I heard Qiaoqiao tell the fourth child that if there are too many allergens, it may be due to poor constitution and poor immunity. You are..."

With a dark face, He Chen tightened his grip on her back, with a cold and fierce expression, "My good physique can keep you from getting out of bed for three days, Captain Yin, do you want to try?"