Chapter 16

His coat had been taken off and thrown aside, and the skin on the back of his hand that touched Aunt Zhang had been rubbed red.

Sure enough Still can't stand the touch of others?

Xiao Yan allows the cold water to pour on his hands. What he remembers in his mind is the feeling of holding a Zhao's palm.

Warm, soft, no aversion.

He looked up at the man in the mirror.

Pale and thin youth, with a beautiful face.

Xiao Yan knows that many women like this kind of youth.

Looking at Xu Zhao's appearance, he has no resistance to himself.

He lifted the corner of his lips and gave a soft smile.

"Then be good to me, Miss Xu." He whispered softly.

It was you who provoked me first.

There was a knock on the door.

A Zhao stands outside the bathroom and shouts Xiao Yan's name anxiously. He has been inside for a long time.

The door opened.

A embarrassed Xiao Yan appears in front of a Zhao.

"What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Yan was a little embarrassed: "I just fell down and my coat was dirty."

A Zhao immediately worried: "did not hurt where?"

Xiao Yan shakes his head: "rubbed the back of his hand for a while, there is no big problem."

A Zhao looked at his left hand hidden behind: "put your hand out and I'll have a look."

Xiao Yan shrunk subconsciously and didn't do it.

A Zhao narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Yan."

She found that as long as she was cold and called the man's name, the other party would be very obedient.

Little did not know, this is just because Xiao Yan likes to hear his own name, is called out with care and worry.

He slowly stretched out his hand. A Zhao saw that the back of his left hand was red and even broken.

A Zhao was heartbroken: "it's all like this and said it's OK."

She doesn't care what clothes she is wearing. She takes Xiao Yan to the room and asks the housekeeper to take some medicine for him.

Because of the medicine, they were very close.

Looking at the woman sitting in front of her, Xiao's hands are quiet.

At this angle, he can see a Zhao's black hair top, and then down, there are long drooping eyelashes.

Her eyes are beautiful, as clear as a pool of water. At the moment, the pool of water is soft around him.

has a faint fragrance that lingers around his nose, not like the smell of perfume.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

"All right." A Zhao exhaled and was about to get up.

A pull from the arm, she squatted, gravity is not stable, so subconsciously on a stumbling forward.

A cool embrace hugged her tightly.

"Teacher." Xiao Yan yelled in a low voice.

A Zhao, still holding a medicine bottle and a cotton swab in his hand:

She was about to break away subconsciously. At this time, Xiao Yan said again: "the teacher is very kind to me."

"No one has been so nice to me since my mother left."

All right.

A Zhao's body pauses for a moment, giving up the intention to break away from this embrace.

The man must have thought of something sad again.

A Zhao thought for a moment, put the cotton swab aside, stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Yan's back:

"all the misfortunes and sorrows in the past can't be changed. Look forward, Xiao Yan."

"You have a long way to go. You'll meet a lot of good people."

Xiao Yan's arm tightened: "no, there will be no better person than the teacher."