Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

As she spoke, Ji Nuan carefully laid down as though she was facing a great enemy. She did not dare to touch him at all.

She never thought that there would be a day when she would sleep next to Mo Jingshen’s side without touching him.

“How weak do you think I am? Holding my hand alone will aggravate the wound on my back?” Although it was a simple statement, it sounded as though he was teasing her, and he sounded even upset about not being able to hold his wife.

Ji Nuan laid down straight, watching the crystal chandelier hanging above them. She sighed in her mind that this hospital did not only have high standards with its treatments. Even the private wards were luxuriously decorated. If all the furniture wasn’t kept as white, and this wasn’t a simple white hospital bed, this place could really become a five-star hotel.

In order not to aggravate his wound, she gently turned over on the bed and looked at him. “I’ll watch you sleep just like this. All right?”

“…with you watching me, how can I sleep?” The man appeared to be holding in a smile.

Ji Nuan: “Will I affect you that much? Then should I return to my room?”

He faltered and slowly shifted the hand that she about to take away. He calmly replied, “You should lay here. You’re easily frightened when you have nightmares. If you’re here, I can comfort you anytime.”

Ji Nuan was silent for two seconds.

“Did I use to have nightmares frequently?”

Mo Jingshen suddenly glanced at her: “Can your memory be any worse?”

“…”

“Several months ago, you fell sick and had a high fever. During that time, you grabbed onto my arm and begged me not to leave. You were trembling and trapped in your nightmares, unable to wake up. Don’t you remember?”

“…”

It seems like that had really happened.

“It’s been a long time since I last had a nightmare,” She laid by his side and carefully pressed her face against the side of his uninjured shoulder, whispering softly.

Mo Jingshen watched her for several seconds. “Sleep. I’m here.”

“En.”

Even though he could not move, he still slowly shifted his hand under the blanket to cover her.

“In this world, there are also places that are in turmoil. So long as you wish to see it, you’ll always be able to find a nation more chaotic than Cambodia. Everything you see and hear in a country experiencing war will be much worse than that. Take some time out to read some news about those places. There’s no need for you to have any more nightmares about life and death or those exiled people. Their blood was supposed to spill as they threw away their lives voluntarily. Our lives are indeed very feeble. Since we can live in a peaceful world, we should treasure this stability we have.”

“En.” Ji Nuan knew that he was trying to comfort her.

In the past, she had heard about people from countries experiencing war, and people who had suffered through special catastrophes needing to seek counseling from a psychologist. Some of them were never able to walk away from those bloodstained traumas.

Her heart was not that weak.

As Mo Jingshen did not make too big of a movement as he shifted his hand, Ji Nuan did not push him away. She obediently allowed him to pull their palms together and interlock their fingers.