Chapter 889 Who is saying sorry?

Mo Nanjue's beautiful thin lips moved slightly, and the six words he spat out were very soft, but Luo Xiao felt like he heard thunder and it was pierced into his heart. He took two steps back and frowned deeply.

Wife.

He never thought he would hear these two words from Mo Nanjue's mouth...

I have to admit that these two words are very warm, so warm that even a person like him who has been in the ice for a long time wants to have them.

But Luo Xiao knew that if he said these two words when Xiaoran was awake, she would not respond to him, and would even... He reached out and touched the side of his face, where Xiaoran had beaten him that day.

The slap seemed to still ring in my ears.

That was the first time she hit him.

He thought that no matter how much Mo Nanjue said at the moment, Xiao Ran wouldn't be able to hear him. Fortunately, she couldn't hear him.

Mo Nanjue didn't move, he just maintained this posture, his thin lips always resting on the tip of her nose. He felt her weak breathing, which at least told him that she was still alive.

She could still lean quietly in his arms.

Even if she can't hear it.

The man stretched out his hand and twisted the hair on her cheek behind her ear. He moved very gently, and his fingertips were wrapped with unprecedented tenderness. "Didn't you agree to wait for me to come back?"

Tong Ran remained motionless.

"Why did you fall asleep first, Tong Ran, you are disobedient again."

Mo Nanjue passed his hand through her back and held her shoulders, rubbing his palms, "You are getting more and more courageous. You don't even answer when I speak."

She still didn't move, and the man didn't know that she wouldn't move. It didn't matter. Mo Nanjue lowered his head, his delicate side face pressed against hers, "Didn't you say you wanted to give me a gift? I'm back, get it."

Come out."

"I'm hungry, let's go cook."

"The scarf you knitted is so ugly, I won't wear it."

"The TV was still on when I went back. Did you watch it all night again?"

He raised his other hand, and as soon as he moved it, Tong Ran's arm that was originally placed on his shoulder slipped weakly and hung down on the edge of the bed.

The corners of Mo Nanjue's eyes drooped slightly, and he stretched out his hand to clasp her fingers. He exerted a slight force and felt her soft finger bones. The man lowered his head and pecked the corner of her mouth with his thin lips, "I'm sorry."

Tong Ran moved her hanging fingers. She could actually hear some sounds vaguely, but the toxins in her body kept her from waking up. She frowned slightly, "Well..."

sorry?

Who is saying sorry...

Mo Nanjue heard the sound rolling out of her throat. He leaned over and gently bit her small chin, "Wife."

Tong Ran's lightly knitted eyebrows relaxed because of this, as if these two words made her tense body suddenly relax.

Seeing this, Luo Xiao's eyes overflowed with nervousness. He walked over and grabbed Mo Nanjue's shoulders, "What do you want to do?"

"Why are you nervous?" Mo Nanjue didn't even raise his head, "You can choose to get out."

Luo Xiao exerted force on his hands, "I didn't bring you here just to let you do this kind of thing."

"What are you doing, asking me to hit you?" Mo Nanjue straightened up, still holding Tong Ran with his arms, "You heard it outside the door when we did it, do you still care about this?"

Luo Xiao frowned. That incident had always been a thorn in his heart. He grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up, "Get up."

"Let go," Mo Nanjue raised his head and glanced, "Don't force me to hit you here."

Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes, and Mo Nanjue moved his hands to hug Tong Ran's entire upper body. She leaned softly on his shoulder, tilting her head in a very touching way.
Chapter completed!