"Pa -" coldly clapped his hand, and Catherine closed her eyes with an expression of 'I'm going to sleep, help yourself'.

Christine was stunned, looking at her clapped hand, her closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, shaking her head and laughing.

Forget it, just be brave. He let her go wild.

She's better alive than a monster.

After closing her eyes for a while, she didn't hear his footsteps leaving. Catherine frowned slightly. What was he doing before he left?!

For a moment, the sound of clothes rubbing sounded. The next second, the body was moved to the side, and a very masculine body lay down on the side.

Catherine was surprised and opened her eyes. She really saw Christine take off her suit coat and lie shamelessly beside her, and she was almost squeezed to the bedside!

With a slap, Catherine angrily said, "I'm a patient! Is there anything like you!"

Christine stared at her lips and looked at the opening and closing lips. She struggled to understand her meaning. She easily grabbed her hand, clasped her waist with one hand, and took her body in her arms. Her voice was hoarse and low, There was a trace of fatigue: "yes, you are a patient. If you continue to be ill, I will be tortured by you. Don't make noise, don't make noise, let me sleep."

The chin found a comfortable position on her shoulder, leaned against it, tightened the arm clasping her waist, and breathed slowly and evenly.

Catherine was stunned, turned her head to look at him, and found that the clean chin had sprouted green beard residue, and there was a shadow under her eyelids. Her heart was suddenly hit by something, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

Did he become like this for her?

A smile slowly rippled from the corners of her lips. As soon as her eyes fell, her body suddenly began to harden.

Is that her hand?

On the quilt, the hand he caught had purple and black skin and terrible eyes. It looked terrible when set off by his white skin!

She breathed, fiercely broke away from him, opened the quilt, lowered her head and began to look at herself, neck, arms, legs

Purple and black

It's all purple and black

Aware of her break away, Christine didn't open her eyes. As soon as she fished out her long arm full of strength, she took her into her arms again, buttoned it, rubbed her chin against the strength of her neck, and said vaguely, "don't make trouble, sleep..."

When he rescued her from the United States, he didn't sleep enough for eight hours a day. Every time she was so manic that she was going to hurt people, he rushed forward first to stop her, so as not to let her really hurt people like a monster, without any thought and controlled by the vaccine.

I was worried every day. I was afraid that she would become manic in the next second. What's more, I was afraid that she would die at any time when she vomited blood and twitched.

In this extremely painful situation, he just survived and guarded her step by step until she woke up this time.

Confirm that she is really conscious, can know who he is, mention the heart of her voice, and then put it down.

Once the tight nerves relax, the sleepiness will be overwhelming. Come on.

Holding her, he slept soundly.

Katherine's mind has many broken fragments in collision and circulation, just like the rewind of a movie, playing back in her mind again and again, patching up incompletely.

Looking at his sleeping face, she was suddenly shocked and deeply unbelievable.

Is this Christine?