Chapter 411

She could choose the major she liked without any scruples.

"How are you feeling today?"

Qiao Muting asked after walking to the bedside.

"I feel much better today. I heard from Zhang Tezhu that Brother Mu Ting and Sister Shu Xia went out to sea today. Did you have a good time?" Song Ziqi put on a look of great envy.

How she wished the person who could go out to sea with him was her!

Qiao Muting gave a hum, perhaps thinking of something unpleasant, as the aura around him grew somewhat heavy.

He did not say a single word about his experience at sea.

Song Ziqi keenly sensed something amiss.

Could it be that the two of them had argued?

Was today not a pleasant day?

She blinked, her face full of anticipation and envy, "I haven't been out to sea with Brother Mu Ting yet. When I recover, could Brother Mu Ting accompany me out to sea?"

"There will be opportunities in the future. It's getting late, get some rest," Qiao Muting replied in a slightly indifferent tone.

In fact, Qiao Muting was usually a man of few words, but today Song Ziqi clearly felt that Qiao Muting was exuding a cold and detached air.

He had restrained himself slightly in front of her, but she could still feel that he was in a bad mood today.

She was not originally a very curious person, but at this moment, she could not help but feel a bit curious.

"Is Brother Mu Ting in a bad mood right now? Is there something wrong? Can you tell me about it?" Song Ziqi hurriedly called out to Qiao Muting, who was about to leave.

Qiao Muting stopped.

He turned his head to look at Song Ziqi, "Nothing is wrong, go to sleep."

Then he strode out of the hospital room.

Song Ziqi stared blankly at the closed door, unable to help biting her red lips.

The caregiver auntie on the side had just come back to her senses.

Seeing that Song Ziqi's expression was not very good, she asked with some concern, "Miss Song, is everything alright?"

Song Ziqi shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

She secretly clenched her hands.

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After leaving the hospital, Qiao Muting returned to the hotel.

He did not walk inside at the hotel entrance.

He lit a cigarette in his hand; amidst the swirling smoke, his facial features appeared somewhat stern.

He glanced toward the inside of the hotel.

A cold sneer suddenly escaped his thin lips.

He finally understood.

There was a line he had actually blurred himself, and he had felt some impulse to cross it.

He would not fall in love with Shu Xia.

It could only be said that the two of them were indeed very harmonious in bed.

A few minutes later.

Shu Xia clearly sensed that Qiao Muting had returned. She had only just fallen asleep, and in her half-awake state, she felt Qiao Muting get into bed.

She also sensed in her half-awake state that Qiao Muting did not hold her while sleeping as he had before.

There was the distance of one person between them.

This was a distance Qiao Muting had deliberately created.

Shu Xia suddenly became somewhat clear-headed.

A thought rushed into her mind: she had been too close to him over the past two days, which might have caused his resentment.

After a brief moment of feeling uncomfortable, she continued to sleep with even breathing.

As she slept, she did not know how much time had passed, when she suddenly felt as if a solid chest was leaning against her back again.