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She got closer and closer to Wen Yiyan's face and whispered into his ear. She blew a breath of air and sang along with the music: "... Let 'smakelovetonight'. "

Fan Xing felt Wen Yiyan's body trembled. She leaned towards him seductively and licked his earlobe with her warm lips.

Wen Yiyan seemed to have been ignited, he stood up and stared at Fan Xing with his pitch black eyes.

The lady looked at Wen Yiyan who was not at all calm, and was ecstatic in her heart, thinking that the methods that the big brothers in the group had used were indeed effective, and she had to put more effort.

Fan Xing continued to tempt her, and she was pleasantly surprised that Wen Yiyan did not stop her.

The woman suddenly became excited. Maybe Wen Yiyan's disease would be cured soon, she still wanted to continue, but her hands were suddenly bound tightly by the man's shackles.

Fan Xing looked up at him.

Wen Yiyan squinted, his voice carried a hoarseness.

"Who taught you that?"

Fan Xing laughed, "There's no need to teach me that, I know how to do it even without a teacher."

Wen Yiyan tried his best to calm his emotions, and recovered his usual indifference, "A stupid person like you, how can you understand without a teacher?"

Fan Xing's face was so red that even an egg could be cooked, "How am I stupid?

"Don't look at all that mess in the future."

"That's an enlightenment film, what's there not to see?" Fan Xing pouted, "You're not teaching me, just teaching me and I won't watch."

"…"

The man's eyes dimmed, but his brows creased tightly.

Without saying another word, he let go of Fan Xing's hand and walked out of the study, leaving her alone as she listened to the music in a daze.

Did she say something wrong?

The next day.

Fan Xing skipped over what happened last night.

In any case, she had done quite a few things to offend Wen Yiyan since a young age.

Fan Xing quickly finished the breakfast that Wen Yiyan had made and told him that she was going to see the depressed female patient.

He then changed into his leisure suit and was about to head downstairs to prepare to leave.

Wen Yiyan glanced at Fan Xing who was bent over and wearing white sneakers, and said indifferently: "Be careful in everything."

Fan Xing nodded and smiled as he bid farewell to him.

In A City.

In a normal tea house's private room, sat two people, one was Fan Xing, and the other one, who was tightly wrapped up, was the female patient who came to the hospital last time.

Only after Fan Xing closed the curtains in the private room did the female patient slowly take off her sunglasses, revealing her bruised right eye.

Fan Xing frowned, "Did he hit you again?"

The woman touched her right eye. The pain made her suck in a breath of cold air.

She bit her lower lip and said, "He came back drunk yesterday and beat me up without saying anything."

Fan Xing frowned even more tightly.

The woman whimpered, "He apologized to me after he started hitting me. He said he didn't control himself. But then the frequency of attacks got higher and higher … "

She cried and mourned.

Seeing that, Fan Xing poured her a cup of West Lake Longjing.

"Do you want to go home and rest for a while? This will help your illness."

When she heard this question, Ms. Camel's eyelids jumped.

She smiled wryly and shook her head, "I don't want to trouble them. My mother is old, and her heart is not well. I'm afraid that she will be affected."

Fan Xing thought that if the patient stayed in this depressed environment, it would worsen his condition.

But hearing the patient's words, it seemed like there was nothing he could do.