Reborn into Young Master Huo’s Little Fairy

Wen Ruan couldn't help squeezing his hands hanging beside him when he heard Jiang Hui's words.

Even if Huo Hannian was not born to her, and after raising him for so many years, he would have burned to 40 degrees Celsius. How could it be trivial?

Huo Hannian later suffered from severe depression, was it because he was abused by the family?

Wen Ruan looked around, avoided the surveillance, walked to the backyard and saw a wall. After the run-up, his slender body jumped up and jumped easily.

The back door was not closed. Wen Ruan saw that there was no one in the living room and ran upstairs quickly.

In her second year of high school, she visited Huo's house with a few classmates. Huo Jingxiu said that the rightmost room on the third floor belongs to Huo Hannian.

Wen Ruan reached the third floor in one breath.

Pushing open the tightly closed door, Wen Ruan took a look inside.

The curtains are tightly closed, and the smell of tobacco that is choking on the nose can still be faintly smelted.

Smoking after a bad cold?

With the light shining from the corridor into the room, Wen Ruan saw the thin and lonely figure bowing like shrimp on the bed.

My heart was slightly reduced.

"Student Huo?" Wen Ruan moved closer to the bed.

The person on the bed did not respond to her.

In the silent air, the boy's breathing was heavy, Wen Ruan stretched out his hand and touched his forehead.

She was so hot that she withdrew her hands hastily.

Take a box out of the bag and pour out a black pill.

She shook his arm and said softly, "Student Huo, get up and take medicine."

The young man was not awake. As Wen Ruan continued to shake his arm, he suddenly clasped her thin white wrist, so hard as to crush her bones.

"Dirty, get away..."

His always clear and cold voice is so low and hoarse that it has been smoked by thick smoke.

He closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes that were longer and thicker than a girl trembled slightly, and his cold-lined outline became sharp and sharp.

Wen Ruan's thin wrists were almost crushed by him.

He was not awake, as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

He burned so badly that his whole body was like a hot whip, which made people afraid to touch. His breathing was extremely heavy, like a trapped beast, as if carrying unbearable pain.

Wen Ruan didn't know what happened to him, but he could feel that there was something in his heart that his peers could not bear.

She resisted the pain in the wrist tightly clasped by him, and gently touched his tight back with the other hand, "Brother, it's me, your deskmate Wen Ruan!"

Her voice was soft and soft, like a light that appeared in the darkness, rescuing him from the abyss.

The pain and hostility between the eyebrows and eyes has also been reduced a bit.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark bottom of the eyes, with a palpitating dark red.

The face with distinct lines was covered with icy frost.

The look in her eyes was cold and heavy, very shocking.

Wen Ruan was taken aback by the sudden look in his eyes.

Soon, he could see who she was. He released the big hand clasped between her wrists and pressed the painful temple with his fingertips.

Every time he has a fever, he will have the same dream.

The entanglement of men and women makes him feel dirty and disgusting!

They were so clear in his dream, but every time he woke up, he only remembered the vague picture. He couldn't remember exactly what they looked like.

But such a scene, like a vine, entangled him tighter and tighter, making him suffer from a splitting headache and difficult to breathe.

Huo Hannian took two heavy breaths, he turned over and got out of bed, took out the medicine from the drawer, swallowed two pills, and the irritability and hostility in his body calmed down a little.

Wen Ruan walked to him and saw the medicine he was taking, his deer eyes shrank.