Chapter 554: Heartless and Unfeeling

The man’s familiar deep voice fell from above her head.

Chu Yao didn’t open her eyes immediately.

Her forehead and face were covered with cold sweat.

She waited for her breathing to even out before opening her eyes to a small slit.

“I want to put the phone on the nightstand.”

“I’ll do it.”

Mo Tingshen took the phone from her hand, his gaze accidentally falling on the screen.

In such pain, she didn’t think to throw the phone away.

There were sweat-dampened fingerprints all over the dark screen.

Mo Tingshen was about to place the phone on the nightstand but then, after a second thought, he placed it under her pillow instead.

“I put it where you can reach it.

Call me if you need anything, and I’ll come over.”

Chu Yao looked up at him, “Aren’t you going to work today?”

Mo Tingshen: “On leave.”

Chu Yao glanced at the left side of his chest, where his heart was.

He was wearing a white house robe, quite thick.

She couldn’t see how they had treated the wound beneath, or what it was bandaged like.

She gave him an upward glance.

Mo Tingshen frowned instinctively but still leaned in closer.

Chu Yao hooked two fingers around the collar of his hoodie.

The neckline of the hooded sweatshirt was wide, and she casually tugged at it, peering down his neck to get a clear view of the wound on his chest.

“The bandage looks good, not a single drop of blood is visible.

Xu Shu came by last night, didn’t he?”

Mo Tingshen looked at her with heavy eyes, “When did you go to sleep last night?”

Chu Yao, without a hint of guilt, “After you went out, I felt sleepy, so I slept.”

At that time, there was a knife stuck in his chest.

And she could still fall asleep?

Indeed.

Heartless people indeed have a broader state of mind.

“What would you like to eat?

I’ll make it,” Mo Tingshen asked.

At the mention of this, Chu Yao’s interest was quite tepid.

She was so injured, what could she eat?

She had always refused liquid diets; it seemed her only choices were limited to those.

“Seafood porridge, I guess.

I want big sweet shrimp, and you cut the tail into several pieces to boil it in the porridge.”

“No,” Mo Tingshen mercilessly shattered her expectation, “Seafood is stimulating, you can’t eat that.”

At this, Chu Yao’s eyebrows and nose collapsed in disappointment, staring at him in lament, “Brother, I want to eat it.”

The frown on Mo Tingshen’s brow deepened.

This “brother” was something he had heard quite often before Chu Yao went to prison.

No, actually, for many years before that incident happened, Chu Yao had stopped calling him that.

He still remembered that stormy night.

In high school, the dormitory had been leaking for several days due to rain.

The boys in Mo Tingshen’s dorm room were allowed to go home, and he rushed home that night.

Getting out of the car, he was drenched in rain in just a short distance and hurried upstairs to change.

He had just taken off his shirt when the room door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.

Chu Yao stood in the doorway, wearing a knee-length nightgown, her hair scattered, utterly pale, holding a white pillow, her bare feet having dashed out, now looking at him with frightened eyes.

“What happened?”

Mo Tingshen quickly grabbed a piece of clothing from the wardrobe and put it on as he walked towards her.

“It’s already two in the morning, why haven’t you slept yet?”

The hallway was drafty.

After adjusting the hem of his shirt, Mo Tingshen reached out to the door to feel the cold air and immediately pulled her into the room away from the draft.

“Did you hear me come back?”

Chu Yao bit her lip, looking at him without speaking, her eyes reddening, she must have cried, as her eyes were still misty with tears.

Mo Tingshen was terrified and coaxed her repeatedly, “My dorm leaked, and the teacher let us go home, I was planning to come back tomorrow morning, but the bed got wet, was I too noisy, did I wake you up?”