The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Gu Weimian took another look and saw that there was really nothing but porridge.

A trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes... It seems that her mouth has been spoiled by men in the past few days. She had always been so luxurious before, and the master chef of Fumanlou cooked every day. It was really unbearable to return to her original nature all of a sudden.

Huo Yan roughly guessed what Gu Weimian was thinking when he saw the expression on Gu Weimian's face. He was a little helpless and a little funny, "You can't eat too much now."

Gu Weimian hadn't eaten anything since her lunch meal yesterday, and now her spleen and stomach simply couldn't bear eating too much indigestible food at once.

Gu Weimian said oh when he heard this, but he didn't force it.

After all, we are not just teenagers anymore, so we are not going to lose our temper just for a little bit of food.

Gu Weimian picked up the bowl and drank. A question kept swirling in her mind. She found it difficult to ask, so she was silent for a while.

Huo Yan soon discovered Gu Weimian's boredom.

"What's wrong? It doesn't taste good?"

When he spoke, his expression was stern, but his heart was actually shaken. It was really hard to swallow just drinking this white porridge.

Gu Weimian shook his head quickly.

In fact, although white porridge is really just plain white porridge, it is still delicious.

The people who make the porridge are top-notch in their craftsmanship. They probably use bijing rice cooked over slow fire. It is thick and fragrant and melts in your mouth.

Huo Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Weimian, "What's the reason?"

Gu Weimian looked at the man's handsome and profound facial features, the tips of her ears were burning. She lowered her head to drink the porridge, "It's nothing."

Huo Yan pulled her over and moved Gu Weimian and the chair towards him.

The two men had their knees touching their knees and their foreheads touching their foreheads.

The man's hot breath sprayed on her face: "Say."

Gu Weimian tried to stand up uncomfortably, "It's really okay."

But the man grabbed her shoulders and pressed her whole body on the chair: "You can't leave until you make it clear."

He looked at Gu Weimian's tangled look, his heart beat a little fast, his Adam's apple slid, and he forced himself to look into Gu Weimian's eyes, while not allowing Gu Weimian to escape.

Gu Weimian was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

In his sight, he could see the man's long and thick eyelashes that looked like black wings, and the dark and deep eyes under the eyelashes.

The atmosphere became ambiguous for no reason.

The man's breathing became heavier and heavier.

She retreated and he advanced.

I don’t know since when Huo Yan’s actions became more and more bold and unrestrained.

Was it because of the promise she made in the car that day that the man felt confident?

Gu Weimian was a little panicked, always feeling as if she had dug a huge hole for herself.

It was not that Huo Yan was not nervous. In fact, he was extremely nervous, his heartbeat was pounding, and all the sounds in his ears were far away.

Gu Weimian felt that things were somewhat out of his control.

The man seemed to have misunderstood something.

"Well... I just want to ask, weren't you here all the time yesterday?"

Huo Yan was startled.

After a few seconds, the man suddenly laughed, and the deep laughter shook his chest, "What are you worried about?"

He raised his eyes and asked Gu Weimian with bright eyes.

The tips of Gu Weimian's ears were so hot that they were almost burning. He changed the subject with a straight face, "I'm going to live in my old house these days."

"The old man is not here." Isn't it more convenient for him? The smile in the man's eyes deepened, but his Adam's apple slid quietly.

Gu Weimian took a deep breath when he heard this and was so angry that he wanted to punch someone.

Huo Yan held her hand, feeling sorry for her anger, and explained, "I left after I saw you back last night."

Gu Weimian breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the man say again, "I won't leave until my leg is healed."

Gu Weimian: "..."

Still want to hit someone!