Chapter 561: Take Me to See Her

Mo Tingshen suddenly halted, his whole body stiffened, but he quickly reverted to normal.

Calmly, he wiped her down through the blanket.

“Roll over.”

“Oh.”

Chu Yao shifted to her side, then sharply inhaled and refused to move further, extending both hands towards him, “Brother, help me out.”

Mo Tingshen had just dipped the towel in hot water and hadn’t picked it up yet when he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

The light filtering through the slightly ajar door highlighted her mischievous expression.

This time he didn’t say anything, just cradled her and turned her body over.

Chu Yao lay there, hands crossed and placed under her head, as she lay face down, her face turned towards him.

Even Monk Tang wasn’t as composed as him when he was tempted.

“Brother.”

Chu Yao softly called out, and Mo Tingshen looked up, his deep eyes fixed on her, lips slightly pursed, silent.

He seemed to be running out of patience.

Chu Yao smiled but said nothing.

Mo Tingshen stood up, heated the towel, and the taut muscles of his hand were clearly visible as he wrung it out.

He sat down again and bowed his head to wipe her feet.

The light shone from behind him, casting a thin layer of shadow, as if every strand of hair was enveloped by a halo, his ears translucent in the light, revealing the contours of his bones, making his chiseled facial features even more pronounced.

But he did not smile.

His face was too stern, too somber.

Chu Yao’s gaze slowly dropped; she couldn’t see all of his hand but could perceive the arc of his arm movements, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing a section of his vein-laden forearm.

“Brother,” Chu Yao whispered, “when I’m better, take me to the hospital, okay?”

“Are you feeling unwell?” Mo Tingshen asked abruptly, looking at her anxiously.

Chu Yao didn’t look at him and buried her face into her arm, muffled by the pillow, “No, it’s just that, getting hit by a car really hurts.

I only broke three ribs, I remember she broke five?

Six?

Suizhi’s legs were ruined, that person…

still unconscious.

She must have been hit so hard, in so much pain, otherwise why wouldn’t she wake up?”

Mo Tingshen suddenly understood whom she was referring to.

“Xiao Yao—”

“Take me to see her.”

Chu Yao showed her face again, her eyes wet, as she stealthily wiped her tears away.

“I’m too scared to go alone, afraid of retribution.

With you there, at least I’ll have some courage.”

Mo Tingshen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse, “No one has blamed you for that incident, it wasn’t your fault.”

Chu Yao said, “But I was the one driving the car.”

“I’ve said it, it’s not your fault.”

Mo Tingshen firmly pushed back the rest of what she wanted to say, and when Chu Yao thought about it, she actually couldn’t remember what she wanted to say anymore.

For the remainder of the time, they didn’t speak another word, the silent atmosphere growing somewhat oppressive.

Not until Mo Tingshen finished wiping her down and carefully lifted her with the blanket, turned her over in his hands, and gently laid her down without removing the blanket.

He then covered her with a thick quilt.

“Sleep early, if you don’t want to wear it now, you can wear it in the morning.”

He was close, a faint scent of cold fragrance and disinfectant on him, very light, not clashing at all.

Chu Yao quietly moved closer to him, asking, “Will you help me?”

“I’ll help.”

Chu Yao hesitated for a moment, smiled, “Not being pretentious now, huh?”

“Does it help?”

Mo Tingshen retorted, pulling out the thin blanket from underneath and throwing it onto the couch, “The door will be left open for sleep, I’ll be in the next room.

Call me if you need anything.”