The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The expression on the man's face did not change at all, but she could feel Huo Yan's fingers passing through her fingers.

Then buckled it up.

Her palms and every inch of her skin fell into the man's control.

There is no way to avoid it.

Strong and domineering.

In my ears, there is a man's deep and mellow voice,

"But I didn't sleep well."

Gu Weimian's heart trembled.

Huo Yan may have noticed her temptation and avoidance.

She just needs a little more time to get to know this man.

In that world, the cold-blooded and cruel men had a great impact on her.

So much so that when she saw this Huo Yan, she couldn't help but wonder if what she saw was just the appearance of a man.

Before she could think of how to respond, she felt a warmth on her forehead.

The man put his palm on the top of her head.

His eyelashes were very long and he was motionless at the moment.

It seems like there are always butterflies landing on it.

"It's not burning now."

Gu Weimian was startled.

She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips into a straight line, and spoke with a hint of exhaustion in her voice.

"I want to go get some more sleep."

The man's body temperature, through his rough palm, was like a stream of heat, constantly invading her body.

He looked at her seriously.

"Go sleep in the car."

Gu Weimian frowned and was about to say something.

The man's cold voice interrupted her:

"Or you don't want to play in the International League?"

Gu Weimian looked at the man, his face slightly cold. x ̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

Is this a threat?

She narrowed her eyes and withdrew her hand directly.

But his hand was held tightly and he couldn't pull it away at all.

Her face darkened, and there was frost between her brows and eyes.

"Huo Yan!"

What does she hate most?

To be bound, to be bound.

She had never thought about becoming a man's vassal.

If she doesn't want to.

No one can decide anything for her!

Huo Yan looked back at her with indifferent eyes, without any unnecessary emotions.

Pulling Gu Weimian, he pushed her directly into the car.

She slumped onto the cold leather sofa seat in the back seat of the car.

Just as she was about to get up, the man put his hand on her shoulder.

She fell back down.

The man's deep voice, neither high nor low, rang in her ears,

"Go to sleep."

He tried to keep his voice soft.

But the recurring nightmare of Gu Weimian's figure being swallowed up by the fire made the man's nerves tense to the extreme.

Gu Weimian: "..."

She looked at the man who was still too tall in a wheelchair and breathed coldly.

One hand was put behind his back, and silver light flashed on his fingertips.

It's a silver needle.

Ning Quruo prepared it for her.

When she saw it, she naturally took it with her.

Acupuncture can save people, but it can also be used to hurt others and protect yourself at critical moments.

Her gaze quietly passed over several major acupuncture points on Huo Yan's body.

"sister."

Ning Quruo's clear voice interrupted the two people who were confronting each other.

He frowned at the two people standing not far away.

The overly tense atmosphere made Ning Quruo frown.

Huo Yan looked calm and even reached out to touch Gu Weimian's hair.

"Weiwei is a little tired, I asked her to sit in the car for a while."

Gu Weimian frowned and looked at Huo Yan.

That's not what the man said just now.

Ning Quruo's expression became relaxed.

He walked by and took a look at Gu Weimian's face.

"Why is it so white?"

"I've always been so fair." Gu Weimian rolled his eyes secretly.