The old butler paused, frowning. "Then, Young Lord …" He unlocked him.
The old butler didn't finish his sentence. Bo Jiu interrupted him.
"That isn't important, he will leave sooner or later. The most important thing is to treat his hand before he leaves. Hence, I have to ask Grandfather Butler, a soldier's hand is too important. Even though he doesn't have a military rank now, I know he will have to return to the military one day. As for why I unlocked him, I feel that someone as handsome as him shouldn't be chained to the bed. He has such a limited range of movement. In China, he had many chances to chain me but he only threatened me verbally and never resorted to such methods. Now that he's in my territory, I won't break his wings even though I want to keep him. Grandfather Butler, please don't be prejudiced against him, he's actually …" Bo Jiu scratched the back of her head as though she was trying to find the right words to describe him. Then she smiled. "He's really good."
The old butler retracted his gaze, not saying anything else.
Basically, he couldn't say anything to his young lord's request.
But when he saw how much his young lord liked someone, he couldn't help but worry.
He was really worried that his young lord would get hurt.
When he walked towards Qin Mo, the old butler's expression was still stern. He lifted his pocket watch and glanced at it. "The operation will take a long time, I have to put you under anesthesia. If you don't sleep, I won't be able to do the operation."
Regardless of his past experience or the training he had received, he wouldn't fall asleep easily.
Both the old butler and Qin Mo knew that it was a psychological reason.
Qin Mo wouldn't let his guard down so easily unless he was seriously injured.
Although this sounded a little strange, the problem they faced now was that they had to sleep before the surgery.
The old butler assumed that Qin Mo would reject the operation.
Based on his judgment, Qin Mo was meticulous and seemed polite but wasn't easy to get close to. It was destined that he wouldn't trust anyone.
Besides, his young lord had kidnapped him and invited him over.
He would probably be more resistant …
However, the old butler hadn't expected this.
At this moment, Qin Mo, who was lying on the operating table, suddenly reached out to grab her wrist. His voice was calm. "Alright, I'm going to sleep now."
Alright?
The old butler was stunned when he saw this scene. He watched as the man slowly closed his eyes and turned to look at his young master.
Bo Jiu replied proudly, "I can put you to sleep."
The old butler reached out to push in the new anesthetic needle. At this moment, the elegant Young Master Qin's muscles actually relaxed.
Just how assured was he?
Only then would he lower his guard in front of that person.
This was extremely difficult for those who had undergone special training.
It seemed like Young Master Qin didn't care about Young Master.
The old butler's heart finally relaxed a little.
When the surgery started, the medicine started to take effect. Qin Mo's hands started to loosen, but he still wanted to hold onto a certain someone.
It was as if this was the only way he would not be swallowed by the emptiness that came from the depths of his heart.
But he couldn't catch it.
He couldn't grab it no matter how hard he tried.
"Oh no!"
This was the old butler's first reaction. This surgery required the patient's complete cooperation.
Otherwise, the slightest movement would cripple his hand.
But Qin Mo, who was lying on the operating table, seemed to have been agitated. The thin sweat that seeped out of his forehead had already drenched his black hair. Even his body was filled with extreme unease.
It seemed like he was having a nightmare, but it wasn't exactly.
But if he continued moving like this, the surgery would definitely fail.
"Young Lord!" The old butler who was wearing a surgical mask said hoarsely, "Hold him down, you have to hold him down!
Bo Jiu looked at the fragile person on the operating table. She didn't know what to do.
Yes, for the first time in her life, she didn't know what to do.
If it had been someone else, she would have used brute force to calm him down.
Otherwise, she would have knocked him out.
But it wasn't someone else, it was Qin Mo.
He was the only person she had wanted to hold in her palms ever since she was young.
"Young Lord." The old butler pressed down on Qin Mo's shoulders. From his expression, it was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress the other party. When the old butler turned back, he saw Bo Jiu's face. His voice lowered. "Young Lord …"
The old butler had only seen this side of Bo Jiu once.
When his master had died.
That youngster had stood in front of the gravestone. Her eyes had lost their luster and she didn't know what to do.
Now, Young Lord …
The old butler opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Bo Jiu suddenly lowered her lids and raised Qin Mo's hand, her thin lips landing on it.
The kiss was so natural.
"Brother Mo, I'm here too."
The youngster's clear voice echoed in the quiet basement, adding an indescribable warmth.
"I'm here too."
Regardless of what was in your dream or what you were experiencing, you weren't alone.
Qin Mo was indeed dreaming.
Once he was in such an environment, he would enter a deep sleep.
That kind of dream would come out.
It was an endless stretch of water.
His entire body was in the water, trying his best to grab hold of the other party.
But that person fell deeper and deeper, until the darkness engulfed everything.
No matter how painful it was, even if it tore his heart apart, it was useless.
Because he couldn't save her anymore.
Until he felt a warmth on his palm.
Only then did Qin Mo stop moving. He opened his hand and finally grasped something. It wasn't cold water anymore.
It was a person's body temperature.
That kind of body temperature always made him feel comfortable.
It was so comfortable that for a period of time, when he woke up, he felt as though he was hugging a little sun.
Suddenly, the dream changed.
Qin Mo frowned.
Qin Mo frowned because he had never dreamed of such a dream before.
A little girl with soft black hair was hugging him. She was wearing tiger pajamas and had a pair of furry ears. He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could vaguely feel that she was cute.
Her face was rubbing against his shoulder as though she hadn't woken up. Her voice was warm, like a little kitten, with a nice milky scent on her body. Her entire body was soft and her words were like a fox's. "I'll sleep a little more, just a little more. Since I've hugged you to sleep so many times, it doesn't matter if I do it once more. At most, I'll let you hug me to sleep."
Qin Mo's deep eyes weren't completely focused on the little girl. He could clearly feel that in this dream, his hands and body had become smaller. It was as though he had returned to when he was four or five years old?
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