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Wen Yiyan returned after finishing his call. Seeing that Fan Xing had woken up, he started to panic a little.

When he walked into the house, Fan Xing heard the sound and looked at him. He was confused, angry and confused.

Wen Yiyan sat on the side of the bed, his lips moved a few times before he said, "If you're awake, then wake up. I just went out and bought your favorite fried pancake and fruit, as well as the corn crystal dumpling. Get up and have some. "

Every time this person angered her, he would only use his delicacies to curry her favor. There wasn't even the slightest bit of novelty in it, it simply couldn't be any worse.

Fan Xing was so angry that her chest hurt. She clenched her fingers tightly, not wanting to talk to him at all.

Seeing her silence, Wen Yiyan changed the topic, "If you don't want to eat now, then do you want to take a bath? You'll feel better after washing up. "

Although he helped her clean up, from a doctor's point of view, washing was comfortable and good for the body.

Fan Xing was even more unhappy.

He knew that she wouldn't be feeling well, so why did he have to force her last night?

The man continued to look for things she might be interested in and listed them. "Or if you're still sleepy, you can go back to sleep."

Seeing him talk a lot by himself, Fan Xing gave him a glance and asked calmly: "Why are you so free today, don't you have to go to work?"

He actually had to work today. It was just that he hurt her last night and was worried that she would wake up unwell, so he called back to the hospital and asked for a day off.

Wen Yiyan acted as if nothing had happened and said, "No need, I'm on vacation today." He looked at her and added, "I've applied for leave from your hospital."

Fan Xing, "..."

Humph.

If he hadn't been so forceful and had to be so ruthless, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

It hurts to move.

There was no need for leave.

Fan Xing held back his anger in his heart, still did not want to bother with him, and continued to keep his mouth shut.

Wen Yiyan was not good at teasing people.

He had talked so much just now, and it was all by force. He rarely lowered his head so much. Now that he couldn't find any other topics to talk about, the atmosphere was awkward. The two of them stood there, speechless.

The awkward atmosphere made Wen Yiyan feel uncomfortable.

He suddenly thought of what Chief Huang had said before. When a woman gets angry, it was no more than coaxing, hugging, kissing or buying. As long as it could satisfy all of these, it would not take more than a minute for her anger to dissipate.

Wen Yiyan thought that Fan Xing wasn't the kind of person who liked to shop crazily, and she had already decided to fall for him, so he could only give himself to her.

He stared at her pretty face, then jumped on top of her and said sincerely, "I'm giving myself to you. Calm down, okay?"

Fan Xing looked at him in puzzlement and did not speak.

Wen Yiyan lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

Fan Xing pushed him away forcefully and shouted angrily: "You are not allowed to touch me. If you touch me again, do you believe that I won't castrate you?"

When she called the last three words, her voice was hoarse, almost breaking.

Fan Xing was truly angry, his stomach full of grievance and depression.

A fierce howl caused a sharp pain in her throat and she couldn't help but cough.

"Cough, cough …"

Fan Xing was even more furious now.

It was all his fault. He wanted her to call him out … It hurt her throat.

This was the first time Wen Yiyan saw Fan Xing angry.

All this while, the impression that Fan Xing had towards him was always positive and cheerful, with a sweet smile on his face.

Occasionally, he would be troubled by one or two things, but he would be depressed for a moment. He would turn around and be full of energy.

His thin lips pursed. He wanted to reach out and pat Fan Xing's back to ease her anger, but he was afraid that she would resist his approach.

Seeing that she was coughing so badly, he got out of bed and went out to get her some water.

Wen Yiyan passed the cup to her, "Drink some water first."

Fan Xing did not pick it up.

Her throat was very uncomfortable, but if she accepted his goodwill at this point, wouldn't she be a woman without a backbone?

Although... Although she usually had very little self-respect.

But this was a huge matter, he even dared to rape within the marriage.

If she indulged him again, he would feel free to do as he pleased with her.

Wen Yiyan didn't force her to take it.

He placed the cup on the bedside and looked deeply at Fan Xing. His lips opened, but in the end, he did not say anything.

Not long after, Wen Yiyan went out.

Only Fan Xing was left on the bed.

Fan Xing looked at the man's leaving figure in a daze, his expression even uglier than before.

This fool didn't even know how to coax people.

How difficult was it to coax her with a few more words?

It wasn't like he was just having an ordinary argument with another girl. He had already gotten entangled with other women, and now he was daring enough to forcefully deal with her …

Fan Xing pursed his lips, his eyes sweeping across the living room. He didn't find the figure of the man who left after just a single word, but there was no way of knowing what he was busy with.

She was so angry that her chest was aching and her throat was itching. She could not stop coughing.

After about half an hour, Wen Yiyan walked in with a bowl of food.

"Drink this, throat moisturizer."

Fan Xing glanced at the thing in the bowl.

It was a sugar pear.

It turned out that he had just gone to stew candied pears for her.

This person could not speak many pleasant words, but every action he made moved her unconsciously.

The woman's mood improved, and the coldness in her eyes began to dissipate.

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing half of his arm. It was swollen and red, as if it had been burned.

Fan Xing's brows instantly furrowed, she grabbed his wrist, and asked anxiously: "What's going on?"

"Hiss …" Wen Yiyan exhaled a breath of cold air, his handsome face contorted in pain.

She had touched his wound.

The man's gasps scared Fan Xing and he quickly let go, not daring to touch him again.

"This, how did this happen?"

Her flustered and exasperated look made Wen Yiyan uncontrollably heave a sigh of relief.

"When I was stewing the candied fruits, I accidentally caught the fire. But it's okay, I just got burned a little. It's not a big problem."

Hearing the word fire, Fan Xing felt goosebumps all over his body.

She remembered the fire when she was a child.

If Wen Yiyan hadn't come running in to save her, she would have been buried in the sea of fire long ago.

How could it be just a small wound?

Looking at the red and swollen skin on his arm, Fan Xing's heart ached yet felt soft. "Can't you be a little more careful? What are you going to stew for? "

He got up to get the first aid kit.

Wen Yiyan stopped her: "Drink this first."

"You still care about this when it's like this? Do you still want your hand?"

Fan Xing moved to the side and the man stopped her again.

Wen Yiyan didn't say anything and only looked at her stubbornly.

Fan Xing said helplessly: "It's very hot now, drink when it's cold."

"It's not hot. It was cool just now, so the temperature is just right."

Fan Xing knew that he couldn't win against Yue Yang so he glared at him. He snatched the bowl and gulped down the candied fruits along with a piece of meat.

She put the bowl back in his hand. With something in her mouth, she said vaguely, "It's okay. Get out of my way."

Wen Yiyan looked at the empty bowl and slightly leaned to let her pass.

Fan Xing walked to the dressing table, took out the first aid kit from the third drawer and placed it on the table. He then took out the scalding salve and a cotton swab.

She carefully applied the medicine, afraid that he would hurt, and blew gently at the wound with her mouth.

At the same time Wen Yiyan let out a sigh of relief, he had also fallen into an even deeper dilemma.

He had deliberately burned himself with fire in order to evoke her memories and gain her pity.

There was no doubt that he had succeeded.

But it also confirmed that Fan Xing truly believed that he was the person who had saved her, which was why she had fallen in love with him without caring about anything else.

In a world she did not know.

He had always been afraid that her love for him was simply a saving grace.

Wen Yiyan clenched his fists so tightly that his fingertips turned white.

He did his best to hide his uneasiness as he looked at her in silence. Seeing that she had softened her attitude, he took advantage of the fire to rob her and said, "Look at me, I'm injured. I can be considered to have some retribution. Don't be angry at me, hmm?"

Fan Xing's eyes were wide open as he stared at him: "Why did you choose the bastard's path and even used this method to pretend to be pitiful? You are really getting worse and worse, do you not want your previous image anymore?"

Wen Yiyan pulled her closer, held her tightly and said in a muffled voice, "No, you're more important than me." His head rested against her shoulder, and his dark eyes were filled with an extremely deep darkness that she could not understand, "I'm just afraid of losing you."