Beichen Rui had an injury on his arm, so he couldn't hold her and had to let her sleep like this. After a while, such a position was definitely uncomfortable. In her sleep, she mumbled a few complaints, but he couldn't hear clearly what she was saying.
When Mo Han pushed the door open and walked in, he saw Beichen Rui trying to get up to hold her. He quickly stopped his movement and hurried to the bedside, "Rui, your arm and body are injured, you better not hold her, to avoid reopening your wounds, let me do it."
Just as his fingertip was about to touch Ye Xinluo's arm, he received a piercingly cold gaze. His heart skipped a beat. How could he forget? This guy is a huge jar of vinegar; holding his wife in front of him is like asking for death, isn't it?
His movements paused, and he smiled awkwardly, explaining with forced composure, "Don't get me wrong, I was just thinking her sleeping position looked uncomfortable, and wanted to let her sleep beside you."
