Reborn into Young Master Huo’s Little Fairy

Wen Ruan hardly hesitated, jumped directly, and was firmly held between his arms by the man.

Wen Ruan grasped his arm with fingers, and could faintly feel his muscle lines as tight as rocks.

After receiving her, he was slightly startled.

There was no light in the cave. He lowered his head and looked at her. He could only vaguely see her beautiful outline. He frowned slightly, unexpectedly she would trust him so much.

"You are not afraid?"

"I know you will catch me."

Huo Hannian's eyes darkened for a long time, and the corners of his thin lips evoked the cynicism that seemed like nothing.

He put Wen Ruan on the ground, and his voice became dull and cold. "At a young age, the method of seduce is clever."

Such wholehearted trust seems to treat that person as everything. If you change to a man with weak concentration, you can easily be hooked by her!

But he clearly understood that she just regarded him as a shadow!

Although he couldn't see each other, Wen Ruan obviously felt that the coldness on his body had become a bit strong.

She wrinkled her eyebrows tightly, a little annoyed.

"You wear tinted glasses to me, and you will think that I am wrong about what I do!"

The man made a sneer deep in his throat, "Aren't you?"

Wen Ruan was stupefied by his words, and the good mood he had been protecting suddenly disappeared.

The hands hanging by the side clenched slightly into fists, and said angrily, "You say yes!"

The man did not speak any more, turned on the flashlight and walked forward in the rigid and condensed atmosphere.

After walking for nearly fifty meters, I saw the exit covered by weeds.

It's just that it's getting dark now, and there are wolf howls from time to time outside. If you leave at this time, it will be even more dangerous.

The man did not speak to Wen Ruan, picked up some dry wood, and started a fire.

He was sitting leaning against the cave wall, his silhouette looked deep and cold under the light of the fire, and he kept secret.

Wen Ruan sat on the other side with her hands around her knees. After tossing outside for a day, she was already too tired.

With a small chin resting on her knees, she closed her eyes and planned to take a break, when suddenly a faint smell of blood floated from the tip of her nose.

The sleepiness in Wen Ruan's mind immediately disappeared. She sniffed and found that the smell of blood was coming from the opposite side.

Wen Ruan raised his long eyelashes and looked at the opposite man. The man leaned on the cave wall, his eyes closed, whether he was asleep or not.

Even though he was a little angry with him, Wen Ruan took the initiative to break the silence, "Are you injured?"

The man opposite did not speak.

He was wearing black clothes and he couldn't see with the naked eye whether he was injured, but the smell of blood wafting out of the air could prove that he was injured, and the injury was not light!

It should be the injury she suffered when she slipped down the **** and he protected her under her body!

He actually endured it for so long! ! !

Wen Ruan twisted his slender eyebrows, got up and walked over.

Leaning against him, he found that the smell of blood came from behind his right shoulder.

She reached out and touched his back shoulder clothes.

Before touching him, he clasped his wrist.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and his long and narrow black eyes were like splashes of ink, thick and dark without bottom. He stared at her closely, cold and dangerous, "It has nothing to do with you!"

Wen Ruan watched that Huo Hannian didn't speak, his pink lips were tightly pressed, and there was crystal water mist spinning in his eyes.

She knows that now he treats her too much, not his true heart.

His love and pets for her have been sealed, but when in danger, he will still protect her subconsciously.

She could bear his cold words.

But she was angry that he didn't cherish his body!

Obviously injured, I am still doing my best here, without any pain or itching!

Wen Ruan dropped his long, slender eyes, and with a click, a drop of hot tears fell on the back of his hand.

His sword frowned and his breathing was a little unstable.

She lowered her eyes, he couldn't see her eyes clearly, the tip of her small nose was red, his lips were so **** that he was pursed, his brows were more tightly furrowed, and his voice became cold and dull, "What are you crying?"

"I just want to see your injury, treat the wound for you, and do my duty as a doctor. But you think I'm trying to seduce you again. I look so short of men?"

As she spoke, tears kept falling on the back of his hand.

He was stunned.

In the depths of my heart, there was something that seemed like nothing, but couldn't be ignored, the pain like being stung by a bee spread out again.

His contour lines were tight, and his eyes looked at her helplessly, "Not a serious injury."

Wen Ruan sniffed, "Then let me see."

He looked at her and didn't speak, but the big hand on her wrist was released.

Wen Ruan raised his hand, untied his clothes, and saw the wound on his right shoulder.

There was a wound of three or four centimeters, which should have been pierced by a sharp stone.

Wen Ruan digs out a few herbs from the medicinal lotus, grinds them and applies them to the wound.

Her attention was on his wounds, and she did not take the opportunity to spy on his figure.

His somber gaze fell on her, and he looked at her calmly.

Her long hair, which was originally tied into a ponytail, fell apart at some unknown time. Half of it was draped behind her shoulders, and half fell on her cheeks.

She squatted behind him, her eyes drooping, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings under the reflection of the firelight, which was incredibly beautiful.

Under the pretty Qiong's nose, the lips are distinct and the color is pink, looking like she wants to kiss Fangze.

When she treated his wounds, she looked too focused and too religious, as if he was a very important person in her life.

His eyes darkened a little while looking at her, and his raised throat rolled unconsciously twice.

Wen Ruan tore off a piece of clothing on his body and bandaged the wound for him.

He took care of everything, clapped his hands, and was about to get up. The small and delicate chin was suddenly pinched by the man's slender and powerful hands.

Wen Ruan raised his long eyelashes and looked at the man. When he met his dark and deep narrow eyes, his heart beat suddenly.

Just about to say something, the man's face suddenly magnified before her eyes.

Before she could react, he had already grabbed the back of her head and kissed her lips directly.

Wen Ruan suddenly buzzed in his mind as if the pot had exploded.

She did not expect that he would take the initiative to kiss her.

Obviously he seems to hate her so much, how could it be-

Said it was a kiss, but it was not entirely true. The force he pressed down was a bit heavy, strong and domineering, with the force she could not resist.

Wen Ruan's mind was a little confused, and the moment he approached, the familiar and unfamiliar breath made her feel emotional.

Her eyes were hot and tears almost came out.

She didn't dislike his approach at all. On the contrary, she was nostalgic, cherished, excited and joyful, and then filled her chest.

Her hands against his shoulders couldn't help wrapping around his neck.