Su Qiao was wearing a set of pink-and-blue silk pajamas. When she bent over and leaned closer, her delicate collarbones immediately slipped into view.
Qin Mohan quietly swallowed, wanting to retreat, yet reluctant to leave. He could only stiffen in place.
"Your eyes should be fine now."
Su Qiao had no idea what effect she had on him. She backed away and sat down at the head of the bed.
Qin Mohan secretly let out a sigh of relief, but deep down, he also felt a faint trace of disappointment.
His voice was slightly hoarse. "Perhaps the poison hasn't been completely cleared. I saw many doctors abroad, but none of them could cure me."
"What symptoms do you have?"
Su Qiao asked out of habit.
Qin Mohan did not hide anything. He frowned in annoyance.
"I often get headaches, can't sleep, feel a tightness in my chest, and am always irritable. The doctors said it was because treatment had been delayed back then, which was why I ended up like this."
"You can't go on like this." After hearing him out, Su Qiao's delicate brows knitted together as well.
Qin Mohan was the major villain, an essential figure in helping her complete her mission.
She couldn't let him die before she had fully completed her mission.
"Mm."
Qin Mohan nodded in agreement, but then said something shocking.
"The last time I held you in the car, I fell asleep very quickly."
Su Qiao froze, then quickly understood the man's intentions.
She raised her brows and crossed her arms, smiling faintly. "So?"
I've become a human pillow?
And the reason he showed up here tonight was because he wanted to sleep while hugging his pillow—that is, me?
No wonder this man suddenly seemed like a completely different person.
So this was what he had been waiting for.
"I really want to get a good night's sleep."
Qin Mohan looked troubled as he gazed at her pleadingly. His low voice even carried a hint of barely perceptible wheedling.
"Your pity ploy won't work on me. I'm not used to sleeping with other people."
Su Qiao's heart was hard as stone. She was completely immune to this tactic.
"The last time I slept for six consecutive hours, I had taken a large dose of sleeping pills."
Qin Mohan would not give in so easily.
Once he decided to do something, he would accomplish it by whatever means necessary.
Host, the Great Demon King is really pitiful. No wonder he went crazy in the end. 444 was full of sympathy.
By the way, Host, do you remember that when you were little, you seemed to have met a blind big brother? I think he had also been bitten by a snake.
444 was talking about something that had happened to Su Qiao's incarnation when she was young.
However, since they were essentially the same person, it phrased it that way directly.
"Did that really happen?"
It did, it did. Think carefully.
Because of Li Dongnan's mistake last time, 444 had gone over the information several times, afraid that a similar error would happen again.
Seeing how certain it sounded, Su Qiao began rummaging through her memories. Then she stared at Qin Mohan's face, her eyes flickering.
There seemed to have been such an incident. At the time, her incarnation had been only eight or nine years old.
Once, while playing in the back hills behind her grandmother's house, she had indeed encountered a very handsome young man.
The young man had been covered in dust, with quite a few injuries on his body. His ankle had also been bitten by a snake.
She had stayed with him for quite some time. Under the young man's guidance, she had even gathered some medicinal herbs, chewed them up, and applied them to his wounds.
"Ahem, you..." Su Qiao had just wanted to ask him about it, but she didn't know whether she should—or whether there was any need to.
Qin Mohan tugged at his navy-blue silk pajamas and looked utterly honest. "I've already taken a shower."
"..." Su Qiao nearly choked on her own saliva.
Who cares whether you've taken a shower?
Before you continue