"Tang Yan, don't mess around, if you really tear your wound open, that would be a joke!" Jin Mo suddenly tensed up, her voice stuttering.
If the wound were to reopen and doctors and nurses rushed over, seeing her there as well, they could probably guess what had happened, seven or eight parts of it. By then, how could she have the face to stay here?
"I was joking, no rush." Tang Yan gently stroked her hair, his gaze filled with reluctance; he knew Jin Mo was going to leave tonight.
Jin Mo stopped joking and said seriously, "I have to go, take good care of yourself."
After getting dressed, Jin Mo turned around only to see two sleeping pills on the table, so glaringly obvious that they made her eyes redden in an instant.
"Can you not leave?"
Tang Yan hurriedly got up, pulling his wound in his agitation and let out a muffled groan from the pain.
Such a proud man he was, yet in front of Jin Mo, he could humbly beg, hoping she wouldn't leave.
