Qin Tianyue was stunned on the spot, wanting to pull her hand back, but Mo Yishen's hand had somehow grabbed it tightly. She used a lot of strength, but it was useless, Mo Yishen's hand was as solid as steel. She wanted to shout at Mo Yishen, but he, who seemed to be awake just now, fell asleep again the moment he grasped her hand, as if everything that had just happened was just her illusion.

  "How hateful! How hateful! How hateful!"

  His right hand was caught, Qin Tianyue couldn't do anything, he could only stare blankly at Mo Yichen.

  Finally exhausted, he put his left hand on the edge of the bathtub and rested his head on it, falling asleep.

  In order to give Mo a deeper treatment, she spent a lot of spiritual energy. She was already exhausted and covered in sweat. After playing around for a while, she couldn't take it anymore and could only rest like this.

  When Mo woke up, the sky was already slightly bright. The first thing she saw was Qin Tianyue's black hair, soft and smooth like a waterfall, scattered on her shoulders, her delicate and charming side face quietly resting on her left hand, sleeping adorably. Her eyebrows and eyes still had a hint of fatigue, and her cheeks were also somewhat pale.

  His hand still held hers tightly, and when he let go, there were faint red marks. Seeing this, Mo Yi was somewhat remorseful and heart-ached, as he had unintentionally been so rough.

  Afraid of waking up Qin Tianyue, Mo Yishen got out of the bathtub and quietly picked her up horizontally. Her delicate body was held in his arms, with her entire head leaning against his chest. Mo Yishen lowered his head, and his eyes flashed with tenderness.

  He opened the door of his room and put her on the bed, then Mo Yi Chen stood by the bed watching Qin Tian Yue fall asleep, only leaving after a long time.

  When Qin Tianyue woke up, the outside was already bright, and the soft sunlight shone through the window sill onto her delicate face. Qin Tianyue opened her eyes, still a bit dazed, and when she saw the unfamiliar room, she quickly jumped out of bed, not even bothering to look at the bed, and rushed out.

  Ran straight into a wall, no, someone's chest.

  Qin Tianyue stretched out her hand and touched her forehead, which was so painful that she couldn't help but want to bend over.

  "The ink is deep, you... hurt so much."

  Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her accusatory expression looked more like a pout.

  Mo was taken aback by her sudden movement and felt a sharp pain in his chest, but before he could say anything, someone else had already spoken up to blame him.

  "It seems... you bumped into me first."

  Qin Tianyue said, “...but can't you see I'm coming over, shouldn't you make way a bit?”

  "You're going too fast, I haven't had a chance yet."

  Mo's words made Qin Tianyu so angry that he wished he had never saved him, and didn't know if the gentle person in the tomb was fake or not, or if it was actually Emperor Ying possessing his body.

  Does it hurt?

  He stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, looking at the redness on it, with a hint of heartache in his eyes, "Don't be so reckless from now on."

  Qin Tianyue pursed her lips and didn't say another word.

  Mo looked at her with a deep gaze and slightly raised his thin lips. "Come over for dinner when you wake up."

  He turned around, and not far from him, the aroma of breakfast was wafting over.

  Qin Tianyue no longer had any desire to eat at this time, let alone eat with him, she didn't want to even more.

  "I'm not hungry, I have something else to attend to first, you eat by yourself."

  Qin Tianyue finished speaking and ran off with big strides. Standing at the door, he turned back without looking and said, "There is still some residual poison in your body that has not been cleared. The medicine I gave you yesterday, take one pill every day, and you will be fine within ten days."