348 Don't Withhold His Food

Shui Anluo's nose twitched a little but she did not wake up.

The rain pattered against the windows and Mo Lusu unbuttoned his coat to drape it over the pair. He then folded another shirt and propped it between Shui Anluo's head and the window.

"You're so gentle, Doctor Mo." A doctor next to him who was still awake saw everything he had done and could not help but remark.

"They're my junior sisters from my university. Besides, it's their first time out on a long journey. It's expected," Mo Lusu calmly explained. When Qiao Yaruan pushed the coat away, he picked it up and covered her with it again then neatened the shirt that Shui Anluo was sleeping on.

The doctor did not say another word and leaned back on the chair, slowly falling into sleep.

Mo Lusu's gaze landed on Shui Anluo's face. His fingers trembled but he did not move to stroke her cheek in the end. Instead, he leaned back against the chair, closed his eyes and began to meditate.