Chapter 9 Want To Touch Her

• The Mu Yangyang who applied medication for him looked gentle. She was so gentle that he felt his heart skipping a beat for her.
• Then he wanted to touch her.
• She was his wife; anything he did was reasonable.
• Yet for Mu Yangyang, he was “Mo Zhenxuan”, Mo Chenhao's cousin.
• He had teased her several times, and even kissed her. It exceeded what she could take.
• Mu Yangyang pushed him away roughly and took a few steps back away from him. Her expression was cold as she said, “Mo Zhenxuan, I am your sister-in-law! Please have some respect!”
• She had felt less hatred for “Mo Zhenxuan” after the bullet removal, yet she had not expected that he was still as unrestrained.
• Mo Chenhao touched his lips as if recalling the kiss, and his deep voice sounded like it was tempting her. “Sister-in-law, you're just going to be a 'widow' with my cousin. Do take me into consideration.”
• Mu Yangyang outright rejected him. “No.”
• She had a dull face with terrible sense of fashion. She looked like a little old grandma. There was nothing attractive about her.
• Yet Mo Chenhao felt that Mu Yangyang looked alive.
• Mu Yangyang knew that she could not be passive any longer. Being passive like that meant that “Mo Zhenxuan” would continue to be reckless.
• “Call someone else to pick you up, or else I'm going to call for the ambulance. Then the others will know that you have a bullet wound.”
• Her voice was soft. Even when she was threatening, they did not sound intimidating.
• Mo Chenhao looked at her as if he had not heard her, and then closed his eyes to rest.
• Mu Yangyang was speechless.
• She bit on her lips and looked at his face, which was as pale as a ghost. She did not have the heart to wake him and kick him out of her house.
• While “Mo Zhenxuan” was resting, Mu Yangyang went to the wet market.
• Although she was technically Young Lady Yangyang of the Mu family, she did not have a luxurious life. Most of the time, no one cared if she was sick, hungry, or in pain.
• That was why she had good living skills.
• As much as she hated “Mo Zhenxuan”, she could not ignore him and let him die at her place.
• She tried her best to live, and she tried to live her life fully. She did not want to cause the end of a person's life, neither did she want to be buried with him.
• And so, she unwillingly boiled a pot of soup for him.
• ......
• When the sun went down, Mu Yangyang woke “Mo Zhenxuan” up.
• “Are you hungry? I boiled some soup, do you want to drink it?” She stood at an arm's length away from him, afraid that he would do something ridiculous again.
• Mo Chenhao looked up at her and said only a word, “Yes.”
• Mu Yangyang brought the soup over and placed it on the small table in front of his bed. Then she immediately retreated to a safe distance.
• However, her unit was too small.
• Excluding the partitioned kitchen and bathroom, the room had a few simple things that took up most of the room's space—a meter and half bed, a folding table, a one-seat couch, and a used book rack.
• The furthest she could distance herself was still within Mo Chenhao's line of sight.
• Mo Chenhao looked at her before slowly sitting up. With an expressionless look, he pulled the blankets away and reveal the blood-soaked bandages around his chest. He said casually, “My wound is bleeding again.”
• His tone was casual, as if the serious wound he was talking about was on someone else instead of him.
• Mu Yangyang did not want to bother him, but she simply could not leave him be at the same time.
• She slowly walked over and held the bowl with one hand while feeding him with the other.
• This time, Mo Chenhao did not say anything else. He lowered his eyes and slowly ate the soup she fed him.
• The narrow room was filled with silence with only the occasional clink from the spoon knocking onto the bowl. There was a romantic tension that grew between the two.