The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Gu Weimian almost immediately stepped back.

Her body instantly tensed like a bow.

She opened her eyes wide, her pupils shrank slightly.

Subconsciously, her hand had already touched the lamp on the bedside table beside her.

Until... Gu Weimian saw the wheelchair under Huo Yan.

The two looked at each other.

No one spoke.

The atmosphere was stagnant to the extreme.

Huo Yan took his hand back first without making a sound.

"Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment and pursed her lips.

It was as if there were two little people pulling at her heart.

She shouted: This Huo Yan is not that Huo Yan.

She roared again: What's the difference! Are you sure that this Huo Yan is not deceiving you? !

Gu Weimian clenched her hands.

She raised her eyes and looked at Huo Yan again, with a faint smile on her face, "It was just a nightmare." She took a deep breath to relax her tense body, seemingly nonchalant, "Why are you here?" Huo Yan turned his wheelchair, turned his body, and picked up something from the box on the bedside table, "You have a fever." As soon as the voice fell, Gu Weimian noticed that the man was holding a thermometer. She was speechless for a moment. She looked at the man. The man's phoenix eyes were calm, and no emotion could be seen. But Gu Weimian knew in her heart that her temptation and her suspicion probably did not escape Huo Yan's eyes. She messed up. Huo Yan didn't say anything, but just wiped the thermometer with alcohol and handed it to her, "Hold it." Before Gu Weimian could speak, the cold thermometer had been put into her mouth. The temperature, which was not very stimulating on weekdays, made Gu Weimian shudder slightly at this moment. She held the thermometer in her mouth and looked at Huo Yan blankly. Huo Yan looked back at her.

The embarrassment was lingering.

And the man didn't seem to want to let this embarrassment go.

His dark phoenix eyes looked straight at her.

The few minutes of measuring body temperature were unbearable.

Gu Weimian had no choice but to lower her eyes slightly.

Even if she didn't look at Huo Yan, the man's contemptuous gaze was still so strong that she felt very uncomfortable.

He himself had a very strong sense of presence.

Slowly surrounded Gu Weimian.

Eroding and eroding her will bit by bit.

It was as if he wanted to peel off her body, extract the soul inside, and see clearly.

Just like Huo Yan at that time.

In a bloodier and more cruel way...

The man suddenly leaned forward.

Gu Weimian suddenly tightened her facial muscles.

The next second, her jaw was held by the man.

His hot big palm grasped her skin, forcing her to open her mouth, and his voice was low,

"Do you want to bite this thermometer?"

As he said, without waiting for Gu Weimian to answer, the man reached out and took the thermometer out of Gu Weimian's mouth directly.

The hard and cold tube rubbed Gu Weimian's taste buds and the fragile mucous membranes in her mouth.

When she took it out, Gu Weimian couldn't even close her mouth and couldn't wipe off the saliva on the thermometer.

As a result, when Huo Yan took the thermometer out, a silver thread was left...

Her face turned red uncontrollably.

The man's hand holding her jaw suddenly became heavier.

Gu Weimian cried out in pain.

The next second, the man's hand loosened.

He put the thermometer back into the box where it originally came from as if nothing had happened.