I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

10 minutes later.

After trying, Zhou Mo regretted it.

This time is too long, it is too much to blow a man's self-esteem.

She patted the dejected man lying on her neck, and asked cautiously, "Are you... really not..."

Han Chen got up and kissed what Zhou Mo was about to say as if he was angry.

After tearing his ears together, Zhou Mo hugged Han Chen, and gently comforted him: "Ask if Zhong Zhicheng is on duty tomorrow, and give you his number, let's go and see..."

"Don't say any more," Han Chen kissed Zhou Mo again, blocking her chattering mouth.

"I'm not joking," Zhou Mo said seriously, "I have suspected you for a long time... Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to brake in time when I was so proactive."

At that time, Zhou Mo's self-esteem was blown to pieces.

"You're overthinking," Han Chen stood up and scooped Zhou Mo up.

Zhou Mo was turned over and lay face down on the bed obediently.

Han Chen leaned over and pressed his lips against Zhou Mo's ear from behind, "It's not just one time. And... the first time, no experience, normal. The second time..."

Zhou Mo's heart trembled, and she was flustered. She wanted to look back, but Han Chen's hand pinned her neck, making her unable to move.

From the way he didn't allow her to resist, it was clear that Han Chen had made up his mind this time, and he would not give up until the end of the mountain.

Three in the middle of the night.

Backache and leg pain, Zhou Mo, who was covered in sweat, was carried to the bathroom by someone.

After a brief cleaning, someone carried her back.

As soon as Zhou Mo touched the bed, he immediately got into the quilt, distanced himself from someone, and turned his back to him.

Han Chen smiled, grabbed the clothes at the end of the bed, lay behind Zhou Mo, and patted her on the shoulder, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Put on your clothes first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

Zhou Mo reached out to fish it out, got up and prepared to put on his clothes.

Han Chen grabbed Zhou Mo's waist and pulled him out of the quilt.

Zhou Mo seemed to be frightened, and quickly pushed him, "You are not allowed to..."

"Scared?"

Zhou Mo bit her lip and scolded Han Chen thousands of times in her heart.

Han Chen took the clothes, covered her hood, and took out her two arms from the sleeves.

Although Zhou Mo had a bit of a temper, he was very cooperative with Han Chen.

Han Chen leaned over and kissed Zhou Mo's soft lips lightly and with distress.

"Let you laugh at me."

Zhou Mo bowed his head very aggrieved, "I underestimated you, but you can't..."

Desperate.

Is she his enemy or what?

Her waist still hurts now, and her legs are about to break as if she was practicing the splits in dance class.

The sheets were too rough, and the knees were scratched.

Han Chen smiled: "I'll be gentle from now on."

He looked down at the waterproof band-aid on Zhou Mo's knee, and kissed it lightly.

"I was wrong," Han Chen said, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Mo asked: "You mean the knee?"

Han Chen: "Yes."

Zhou Mo looked at him: "The knee doesn't hurt, but the back hurts, it's stretched."

This is a common sequelae of sedentary workers.

Han Chen: "I'll give you a couple of massages, and you need to stretch more in the future to prevent lumbar muscle strain."

Zhou Mo couldn't wish for it, who wouldn't want a free massage, she obediently got down on the ground.

Han Chen rubbed her waist lightly, with neither light nor heavy force.

"As expected of a doctor, why don't you open a massage shop, as a side job can generate income."

"Nonsense," Han Chen changed the subject, "Would it be better to put a pillow next time?"

Zhou Mo turned to stare at him, "There are so many ideas."

"It's not that I have too many ideas, it's that you are so delicate. There is nothing I can do about you."

"Why didn't you think I was coquettish before? Now you start to hate me?"