Mo Shiche returned to the hospital room just as Luo Qiangwei was getting out of bed and bending over to look for her shoes. It seemed she couldn't find them, as one bare foot had already stepped onto the cold floor—
The man frowned and quickly walked over, scooping her up into his arms with a tight, stern voice, "Luo Qiangwei, have you the mind of a three-year-old? Getting out of bed barefoot right after a fainting spell, do you want to get better or not?"
She was startled, but before she knew it, she was placed back on the bed by the man. Mo Shiche then turned towards the bathroom, retrieved a wrung-out hot towel, and bent down to wipe her foot.
Luo Qiangwei instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but the man gripped her ankle tightly and said in a calm voice, "If you keep trying to pull your foot away, I'm going to assume you're looking to play footsie with me."
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