Little Nomi usually slept very well at night.
When they went in, Little Nomi was also well covered with the quilt, just like before.
Monique couldn't sit still for a while.
Henry stood there and stared at her.
Was she lying down to sleep or lying down to sleep?
"Let's go back to sleep!" Henry whispered to her ear.
A warm breath swept past her ear.
It was warm and hot.
The problem was that she could not lose her temper now.
Because she had just said to him, "Don't talk anymore. It'll disturb Little Nomi later."
So he came so close because he was afraid of waking up Little Nomi.
And what did he mean by asking her to go back to sleep?
"Is there a problem?" Henry asked again.
It was also beside her ear, warm and warm.
"No, no." Monique shook her head instinctively.
The corners of Henry's mouth were slightly raised, as if she was afraid that Monique would sleep here. She directly reached out her slender hand to grab her slender hand and then walked to the door.
Monique was pulled by Henry to the door mechanically.
Did she struggle for a night and go back to the starting point again?
She suddenly regretted that she had just opened the door and come out.
Why did she care whether his gauze had been changed or not?
But that seemed to be too heartless.
He was injured because he wanted to save her.
Only after peeling shrimp for her could the gauze be dirtied.
...
It was reasonable for her to do so.
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