You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 125 The Heart-Piercing Sick Beauty

Seeing Yu Yan sitting motionless on the sofa with her eyes downcast and her face looking particularly unwell, Shen Mochen's brows twitched slightly, and he said again, "You'd better recover quickly, there's a lot of things waiting for you to deal with."

Yu Yan was slightly taken aback, then suddenly looked up at him. Her dull eyes brightened, and after finishing the water in her glass, she quickly stood up. "President Shen, I will rest well and try to recover as soon as possible."

After saying that, he hurriedly turned and walked towards the door, as if resting was a task for him.

Yu Nanqing watched his departing figure until he disappeared from sight before turning to meet Shen Mochen's dark eyes.

"Is he prettier or am I prettier?" Shen Mochen asked softly, still fiddling with the ribbon on the hem of her dress.

"..." Yu Nanqing remained silent, her lips moving slightly, having faced this scene countless times before.

"You're beautiful, you're the most beautiful, no one can compare to you." She replied perfunctorily, pushed him away, and turned to pick up the lunchbox from the bedside table.

The meal was delivered by Assistant Yan. Since Yu Yan was sick, the task naturally fell to him.

Of course, he volunteered for the mission; upon hearing that the two were injured, he ran even faster than she did.

He should be in Yu Yan's ward right now. Not long before Yu Yan entered, he carried another lunchbox and headed towards Yu Yan's ward.

The food was probably made by Aunt Yang, and it tasted the same as usual. Yu Nanqing could tell the difference from the first bite.

Shen Mochen's head injury caused his appetite to worsen. Looking at the dishes on the table, he had no desire to eat them at all; in fact, he felt nauseous just looking at them.

He tilted his head slightly, suppressing his reaction, and held the bowl of white rice, occasionally stuffing a couple of mouthfuls into his mouth.

She only noticed his unusual behavior when Yu Nanqing reached out to put food on his plate. She swallowed the food in her mouth and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Mochen paused slightly, and when she saw through his act, he immediately stopped pretending. He put down his chopsticks, his face pale, and moved over to her side, resting his head on her shoulder. "Hmm, I feel unwell, like I want to vomit. I need my wife to rub me."

Yu Nanqing paused slightly, then tried to push him away and get up, saying, "I'll go ask the doctor what's going on."

Unfortunately, Shen Mochen didn't give her that chance. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and nuzzled her neck every now and then, saying, "Wife, a couple of rubs will do the trick."

Yu Nanqing looked at him, hesitated for two seconds, then pulled back the leg she had stepped out with. She placed her hand on his stomach and rubbed it for him, watching as his face turned from red to white and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

When he couldn't take it anymore, Shen Mochen finally got off her, strode into the bathroom, and vomited violently.

Yu Nanqing followed and stood in front of the door, her brows furrowed with worry. She gently patted his back and reached out to get him some water to rinse his mouth, but her foot was pushed away as soon as she stepped inside.

Shen Mochen's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "Be good and don't come in, it's dirty."

Yu Nanqing paused, her heart itching. She reached out and pushed him away, insisting on going in to get him some water, saying, "I don't mind."

Shen Mochen's eyes were unreadable. He flushed the toilet, took the water she handed him, and still didn't let her look at anything disgusting.

He rinsed his mouth at the sink, his fingers trembling slightly as he held the water glass.

Yu Nanqing called the doctor again. The doctor said it was a normal reaction caused by the concussion and that the patient's appetite would probably not be very good for the next few days. He advised the patient not to force himself to eat if he couldn't eat today.

Yu Nanqing nodded, and only turned back after seeing the doctor off. Shen Mochen was forced by her to lie on the bed. His hospital gown was a little big, and he leaned back lazily, revealing most of his alluring collarbone.

"Do you want some water?" Yu Nanqing's eyelids twitched twice, and she felt a little abnormal.

Shen Mochen looked like a sickly beauty who pierced one's heart.

It made her want to pounce on him and bite him a few times, leaving countless teeth marks on his body, and incidentally, to make him cry and beg her to stop.

The scalding hot water splashed on her fingers, and Yu Nanqing snapped out of her daze, realizing what she was thinking. Her face turned bright red, but the pain in her fingers made her forget about scolding herself. She hurriedly grabbed some tissues to dry her fingers.

However, Shen Mochen reacted even more intensely than she did. Before she could even touch the paper to her fingertips, Shen Mochen grabbed her fingers and put them in his mouth.

Yu Nanqing was startled, and when she looked down, she could see the beautiful sight inside Shen Mochen's empty clothes.

She hurriedly looked away, her face turning completely red.

"You need to put an ice pack on it. I'll go get some ice. Just wait here for me." Shen Mochen took her finger out of her mouth, stared at her red and slightly swollen fingertip for two seconds, and left before she could react.

When he returned, he was holding a block of ice in his hand. He glanced around but didn't see anything suitable, so he simply rolled up the corner of his shirt, put the ice on it, and wrapped it around her fingers.

Yu Nanqing was startled by his actions. Her eyelashes fluttered twice, her lips moved, but she didn't make a sound for a long time. Her eyes kept glancing at his exposed body.

My abs seem more defined, and the two scars on them are fading. It seems the scar removal cream I got from the doctor last time is working.

After applying ice for a while, Shen Mochen carefully took her fingers out. Seeing that the skin had shrunk, he shook it off, put the ice cubes from the corner of his clothes into the trash can, and then reached out to warm them up for her.

"You should change your clothes quickly, or you'll catch a cold." Yu Nanqing was extremely embarrassed, her heart pounding with fear at his bold actions.

Shen Mochen responded lightly, rummaged through the bag that Assistant Yan had brought today, and grabbed a white short-sleeved sweatshirt to put on.

After a while, it was already past 10 p.m. Shen Mochen had only recently finished his surgery, and he fell asleep in her arms for a short time.

Noticing that there was no movement behind her, Yu Nanqing gently turned around and glanced back. Seeing that Shen Mochen was already asleep, she carefully turned off her phone, then reached out and turned off the light before snuggling into his arms.

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Shen Mochen stayed in the hospital for a week. On the day he was discharged, the system gave him a task, asking him to go to the Sign Bar.

I didn't tell him what to do, I just told him to go alone and he'd find out when he got there.

When Shen Mochen received the assignment, Yu Nanqing had just gone out to work. He slumped into the sofa, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes glazed over by the bright light.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his face was expressionless.

Signs Bar…

That's quite wild, isn't it?

A place for the upper class to have fun.

He listened quietly as the mechanical voice instilled in him just how important the mission was.

His head was getting a little annoyed by the noise, so he let out a soft sigh, sat up, crushed the capsule on the table, and let the small white particles inside fall all over the floor.

"I'll go." He interrupted the system's voice, bent down to clean up the small particles on the ground, then took the medicine again, picked up his phone to send a message to Yu Nanqing to let her know. When he saw the thumbs-up emoji on the other end, he finally smiled.