At seven o'clock, He Chen and Yin Mo dawdled for a long time before getting dressed and coming downstairs for breakfast.
Yin Mo slowly sat down, smoothing her half-dry wavy long hair, and asked perplexedly, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
She instinctively looked at her clothing, a clean white T-shirt and jeans, what was worth noticing?
Opposite her, He Chen had three buttons undone on his shirt, his left arm resting on the table's edge, with an aggressively intense gaze fixed on Yin Mo.
The man silently picked up the toast and took a bite, his gaze still on Yin Mo's face, slowly chewing, and with a lick of his lips, no matter how you looked, it seemed erotic.
Yin Mo frowned lightly, lowering her head to cut the fried egg, "The rash on your body hasn't disappeared yet. If you really don't want to go to the hospital, how about I accompany you to Shang's Pharmacy?"
