"You, aren't you not afraid of cockroaches?"
What did someone just say?
Jessica's face turned red as a beet, "I'm not afraid of cockroaches, but I didn't say I'm not afraid of mice!"
So it was Brother Mouse... Well done, you did a good job.
Zhou Mo Sen with the sweet fragrance in his arms, can he remain unmoved?
But just as he thought to get up, he was held even tighter by Jessica Alba.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't move!"
Zhou Mo Sen felt the girl's trembling and had a rough idea of what was going on.
It should be a matter of perspective.
Very likely, Jessica saw that mouse again, while Zhou Mo Sen couldn't.
If that's the case... he extended his hand, gently resting it on Jessica's back.
Slowly, gently, using the warmth of his palm, to make her less scared.
Honestly, Zhou Mo Sen wasn't sure if this method would work.
After all, as Dr. Zhou, he had never really comforted anyone.
Even with patients, he always tried to maintain a relatively 'indifferent' attitude.
