Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Huo Jiu looked at the butterfly that fell to the ground, and he looked down at her.

"This is the answer." Huo Jiu said.

The man's broad palm fell on her head, gently touching it, and said softly: "Tonight is the best time. If you miss tonight, the poison will penetrate into your bones, and the chance of your legs returning to normal will be smaller."

"Do you like me?" Xiao Yiyan asked.

It is obvious that the two often play around, but it seems a bit sudden to say that they like each other.

"The first time I saw you, it was like seeing you for a long time." Huo Jiu said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yiyan listened, and her long eyelashes moved.

"I'll wait for you outside." Huo Jiu said, he raised his foot to walk out, and the moment he closed the door, Xiao Yiyan looked up and found that he had been looking at her, and the two looked at each other.

She saw a light in Huo Jiu's eyes, and in that dazzling light, there was actually her.

"What am I thinking about?" Xiao Yiyan watched the door slowly close, and hurriedly stroked her face, feeling that her cheeks were red and hot as if they were burned by fire.

She fell heavily on the bed, and felt the pain from her legs becoming more and more obvious.

"Hiss." She stretched out her hand and grabbed her leg. It felt like there were thousands of needles buried in her leg, stabbing her so hard that she couldn't even make a sound.

Xiao Yiyan's eyes widened. The pain in her leg was like a plague, spreading with the blood, spreading to every part of her body.

She moved, and her fingertips hurt so much that she couldn't stretch her hand, and she couldn't get up at all.

"Huo, Huo." Xiao Yiyan wanted to speak, but the pain was so severe that she couldn't even make a sound.

Tears burst out from the bottom of her eyes, rolled down as she blinked, passed across her cheeks and disappeared into her hair.

Xiao Yiyan felt the darkness coming towards her, like the end of the world, shrouding her heart with horror, and her mind suddenly emerged from her childhood.

The figure ran on the street, and her childish voice called "Huo Jiu."

The little boy turned around, and his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as Huo Jiu's. Xiao Yiyan felt like her brain was convulsing, and the old scene kept emerging.

In the living room.

Huo Jiu made a phone call, drank the wine in one gulp, and leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, his body shook, and he felt that he was forcibly pulled into an abyss. There was a mysterious fog all around, and he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He could vaguely hear a voice calling "Huo Jiu".

In fact, his real name was not Huo Jiu, and Huo Jiu was not a pseudonym.

The voice forcibly pulled his heartstrings. He wanted to see who was calling his name, but suddenly...

A "clang" sound pulled him back to reality. Huo Jiu sat up panting, with cold sweat on his forehead. He didn't notice it at all and got up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Xiao Yiyan." Huo Jiu rushed in.

Seeing her lying on the bed, her face was covered with tears, and she was holding the sheets in pain. The brand new quilt was torn. She looked at him painfully and said; "It hurts."

Xiao Yiyan looked at his figure, and for some reason, her voice became choked.

"It hurts." She choked and said, the kind of heart-piercing pain, like bursting from the bones, the pain made her unable to breathe, and she couldn't even speak.

Huo Jiu stood by the bed, watching her in agony, her pitiful face stained with tears.

"Don't be afraid." Huo Jiu approached her, stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms.

Xiao Yiyan's nerves seemed to be paralyzed, her eyes became dull, and her fingertips could not even move. She stared at him blankly, opened her mouth to shout but couldn't.

"Xiao Yiyan." Huo Jiu held her hand and rubbed it continuously.

Her skin was so tender that it broke when rubbed, and blood oozed from her fingertips.

"Damn it." He looked at this scene, looking at her in disbelief....