The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The overwhelming stinging sensation made her feel like her wrist was about to be broken.

Huo Yan took her hand away expressionlessly, with a mocking smile on his lips, "How do you know that I am unconscious in the lower half of my body?"

When Huo Yan said this in a tone like icebergs and snow lotuses, his sarcastic power increased by 100%.

Gu Weimian was startled for a moment, and then his mind went blank.

Anger was already burning in her eyes, but she took a deep breath and suppressed it again, "Huo Yan, I'm not kidding you. You know your physical condition very well."

Although the man was half-lying on the grass with some grass stains on his shirt, his every move was still so graceful that it made people forget about vulgarity.

He said calmly: "I know it very well, but how do you know it so well? Gu Weimian, do you... have a crush on me?"

Gu Weimian opened her eyes wide, "You..."

Seeing the shock in her eyes, Huo Yan snorted disdainfully and turned away, "It's a pity that I don't like you.

Gu Weimian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lips gradually pursed.

She clenched her hands into fists and took several deep breaths. "Don't think too much about it. I'm just doing what a doctor should do."

When Huo Yan heard this, he almost laughed out loud, with a mocking coldness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "Are you a doctor?"

Gu Weimian opened his mouth and lost his voice.

She forgot that she was still just a scumbag who everyone looked down upon...

She hasn't met her teacher yet, she hasn't had formal medical training yet, she's...not a doctor yet.

She was indeed reckless, and now she couldn't find a reason to explain her previous actions, let alone refute the man's... secret love theory.

She pursed her lips slightly and suppressed the anger in her heart: "I was impulsive just now... ugh!"

The lips are sealed.

She was startled, and when she came to her senses, the aura had already left her.

This seemed to be the first time she had been in such close contact with someone.

No, Huo Yan was also very close to her during the fire, but not in this way, and neither the situation nor her state of mind at the time could make her think about anything other than survival.

As for Ao Qijun...

Although she has been chasing that person all her life, she will always stay outside his shadow, unable to move even an inch.

She originally thought that Ao Qijun was naturally polite and did not like the little tricks between young lovers. Now that she thought about it, it was just because she was not the right person.

Her eyes were lowered, her hands on her knees were clenched, and her fingertips were slightly white. It took almost all her strength to restrain herself and not lose her composure in front of Huo Yan.

Huo Yan noticed Gu Weimian's restrained movements, his face became colder, his lips gradually pursed into a thin line, and his hands tightly grasped the armrests of the wheelchair.

After a few seconds of silence, seeing Gu Weimian's hand getting harder and harder, and it looked like he was about to pinch his palm, he finally couldn't help himself and spoke in a bad tone, "Didn't Brother Huo scream so happily just now? Why?" , can’t you continue acting?”

Gu Weimian's body trembled.

"Huh? Or do you think it's not enough..."

Gu Weimian suddenly raised her eyes, opened her lips slightly, and finally closed them again, also closing her eyes at the same time.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes had returned to calmness, but they were too calm, like a deep, dead well, and nothing could arouse any emotion in her.

Her voice was a bit low and hoarse, and she said calmly: "I call you Brother Huo because I treat you as my brother, not because I want you to treat me like this."

"Who cares about being your brother?" Huo Yan snorted coldly, with obvious disgust and a hint of anger flashing across his face.

Gu Weimian's lips trembled, then pursed them again.

After a few seconds, she laughed and said, "Huo Yan, you are still so arrogant and annoying."

Huo Yan lowered his eyes slightly, his face completely devoid of warmth, as if it were made of cement, and he looked at Gu Yan expressionlessly: "Is it because I am so arrogant that you hate it? It's not me, a cripple, who makes you feel sick just looking at it." ?"