Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 642

"Okay!" Emily responded subconsciously and ran over with a needle and a syringe.

However, she did not realize what she had promised until she sat on the bed. She suddenly stood up and pointed at him, trembling. "You... you want me to help you take off your pants?"

Simon lay on the bed and lazily said, "Don't be agitated! I'm not flirting with you!"

"But you..." Emily's face turned red.

Simon interrupted with a serious look on his face and said calmly. "Have you ever seen medical dramas? It's intramuscular injection."

Emily was at a loss for words.

She dredged up vague memories that when she had a fever as a little girl, her aunt took her to the hospital in the town. The doctor also gave her a shot in her buttock. She still remembered that she had been laughed at by Selena for a long time. Most importantly, he was a doctor, so what he said should be right...

"I am a patient, and it is difficult for me to give myself a shot. If you don't help me take off my pants, how can I recover?" Simon winced and gazed at her troubled face calmly. After two seconds, he suddenly said in a deep voice, "What are you looking at? Come and help me!"

Probably because he had said too much now, his voice was cracked.

After being urged, Emily calmed down and walked to him.

In fact, in addition to the buttocks, the intramuscular injection could also be applied on upper deltoids. However, Simon deliberately did not say it and chose the former place. Especially when he saw that she bowed her head with red ears in front of him now, his eyes glimmered with the light of success.

Emily passed the syringe to him, and her empty hand reached out to his waist.

He was in his pajamas, and her loose pants were tied. She could have been untied with a few tugs, but she felt it had taken her a lot of effort. Her throat and eyes were dry, and the blood in her body flowed through her veins and jumped up and down.

Finally, Emily took off halfway of his pants.

Then the underwear inside...

Emily felt that her throat was burning, as if she got fever too. Her fingers touched his skin through the cloth, and his temperature made it difficult for her to breathe.

Stripping off men's underpants was what she would do in kindergarten...

Simon stretched out his hand to the back, gesturing with his fingertip, "Just pull my underpants down!"

"... Got it!" Emily said in a muffled voice.

Almost at the moment when his skin was exposed, she hurriedly turned away and said, "I'm done! You can give yourself a shot!"

There seemed to be the sound of a needle pushing through the water in the air.

Emily held her breath and waited until her neck was almost stiff. She couldn't hear any sound or feel any movement from him for a long time. She asked in a trembling voice, "Hey, Simon, are you... finished?"

"Yes."

After a long time, he slowly answered.

Emily turned back tentatively and saw him maintaining that enchanting posture, pressing a medicinal cotton swab on the shot place, and looking at her leisurely.

She loosened her grip on the edges of his underpants and jumped up in shame and anger. "Put on your underpants!"

Grabbing the syringe that was thrown on the bed, Emily ran out of the bedroom. After washing her face in the bathroom with cold water, she slowly came back.

Simon had already put on his clothes and reclined back. However, because he had just gotten a shot, he was still lying on his side.

Emily moved a chair and sat next to him. She couldn't help asking, "How long will it take effect?"

"About half an hour or so." Simon closed his beautiful eyes.

"Well." Emily nodded.

The bedroom quieted down. Simon gradually fell asleep because of the shot. The sunlight outside the window was getting shorter inch by inch, and the rose- colored sunset glow gradually tinted every corner o the room.

Simon's numb arms moved. When he opened his eyes, he saw that she was still sitting there. He saw that her turret was destroyed by the other party's team, which made her so angry that she gritted her teeth and cursed the cell phone on her knees.

Upon hearing the sound, Emily raised her head and met his gaze.

"Did I wake you up?"

Simon shook his head, propped himself up and leaned against the bed. "I thought you went back."

Emily curled her lips. She wanted to go back, but she was worried that if the shot didn't work, his life would be in danger alone at home? So she decided to stay and wait.

She put the phone back into her pocket and bent over to touch his forehead.

Her palms and fingers were soft and comfortable. He didn't move like a nice child.

He even hoped that she could stroke him longer...

Emily put her hand to her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. His temperature had dropped a lot due to the antipyretic shot. Besides, the red color on his handsome face faded, and his eyes glittered again. When she sat back, he suddenly whispered, "I haven't had accompany for ages when I'm sick."

Instinctively, she guessed the last one should be a woman...

Emily paused for a moment, pursed her lips and then asked, "Who did this before?"

"My mother." Simon said slowly.

Emily was stunned. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a little upset.

Because when he replied, she clearly felt a sense of relief in her heart. Why did she have such a feeling?

In order to cover up the strange mood in her heart, Emily continued to ask, "Where's your mother?"

At the moment when she asked, she found that she knew little about him. Except that she knew that his profession was a doctor, everyone called him Young Young Master Chin, as well as his grandma lived in the hospital after surgery, she knew nothing else.

Simon's eyes moved away from her face and gazed somewhere in the corner. After a while, he spat out the words, "She's dead."

"Acute pulmonary heart disease. I was a kid when she felt ill. When we were on the way to the hospital by ambulance, she died. I was beside her at that time. She had been holding my hand, but she couldn't say a word."

Emily looked at him in a daze. She didn't expect to hear that answer, and suddenly felt very guilty.

She also lost her parents when she was very young, and she didn't even see them for the last time. She almost felt the same, knowing what it felt like to face the closest people in the world passing away. Although his voice was very plain, as if he was talking about other people's life, his body was very stiff.

Emily bit her lip and muttered, "I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, Simon turned his head and saw that she was lowering her head and holding her hands on her knees helplessly. Her face was full of chagrin and self- blame. Simon couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, so he curled his lips and said, "Dummy!"