Only skin color, due to long-term illness, his skin has always been unhealthy pale, and even the color of his lips is very light.

The young man's skin in the mirror is a healthy milky white, healthy white, warm and well-proportioned, his eyes are a little amber luster under the light, revealing a layer of fluffy warmth, and his lips are pink and natural. ...

Although he is already twenty years old, his eyes are full of youthful youthfulness, which makes him lovable.

Xia Wan was silent for a moment, then remembered something, raised his hand and rolled up the sleeve of his left wrist.

As in reality, he also has a tiny mole on his left wrist bone, light brown, like a butterfly with wings.

Xia Wan's heart began to thump wildly.

If it weren't for all this being too real, if it weren't for being in a completely unfamiliar environment at the moment...

He almost suspected that what he had just experienced was just an absurd dream.

It would be nice if it was a dream, Xia Wan thought.

After soaking in the bathtub for a while, Xia Wan's whole body relaxed, and the little bit of squeamishness accumulated over the years was unknowingly committed.

He yawned lazily, just as he was about to have the bathrobe handed over, and remembering his current situation, he had to sit up from the comfortable bathtub and get it himself.

The bathrobe was so big that it was almost to the ankles. Xia Wan tied the belt around her waist and walked out slowly.

The youth's jet-black hair was wet, and it was still running down the small water droplets. His eyes were moist and soft with the heat, and the ends of the eyes were crimson, but it was completely different from the wet feeling that he had been splashed with before. At that time, he was embarrassed. Sharp, but now warm and soft.

"I didn't find a hair dryer." Xia Wan raised her face, her eyelashes became thicker and darker due to the moisture, revealing an innocent look.

Huo Yu glanced at him lightly, without saying a word, turned around and entered the bathroom.

I don't know how the bath in the summer evening is taken. From the bathtub to the door, there are all traces of wetness, as if running back and forth in the whole bathroom without a bathrobe and covered in water.

Huo Yu froze for a moment, then bent down and pulled out the air duct on the lower level of the cabinet where the bathrobes and towels were placed.

When he came out again, Xia Wan had put on the shirt and pajama pants he had prepared, and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa obediently waiting.

"You changed it in the hall?" Huo Yu couldn't help but tighten his fingers as he held the hair dryer.

"Yeah." Xia Wan nodded obediently, the water droplets hit the tip of her nose, and the white ones almost reflected light, "Didn't you just go into the bathroom just now, I'll change it here."

Huo Yu pursed his lips and handed over the hair dryer in silence.

Xia Wan took the blower and didn't move.

His lower back hurt a little, and he was pushed out by Qiu Qi and bumped into the corner of the table in the imperial capital.

Originally, the nerves were tense and I didn't feel anything, but now I don't know if it was because of my mental relaxation or because of being stimulated by hot water, and the place where I hit it hurts a lot.

He himself had looked in the mirror in the bathroom, but he could only vaguely see a bluish purple because of the angle.

"Do you have medicinal wine in your house?" Xia Wan sat upright while holding the blower, revealing a thin white ankle, her feet were as white as snow, and her pink toes were slightly curled up because of the cold or some other reason. .

"What do you want medicinal wine for?" Huo Yu looked away and asked in a low voice.

"My waist is injured," Xia Wan whispered in a low voice, even her voice seemed to be soaked with moisture, very soft, with a little grievance and pity, "It hurts."

As he spoke, he turned around naturally, and raised his hand to lift the hem of his back waist.

Before, the family never dared to hurt Xia Wan.

Because of his poor blood coagulation mechanism, it is a big deal for the Xia family to occasionally touch or get hurt.

Almost everyone in the family, including the aunt, is a qualified nursing staff and will help him deal with it as soon as possible.

So he instinctively turned to Huo Yu for help.

"No." Before his hand touched the hem, he heard Huo Yu's voice behind him, cold and hard.

Xia Wan had a meal and suddenly woke up.

This man is a villain, how could he forget it?

Xia Wan suffered setbacks, he remained motionless like a monk chanting scriptures, and concentrated on trying to get this crucial information deep into his mind.

"I only asked my aunt to prepare daily necessities, such as medicinal wine, which are not commonly used. Even if I have them at home, they are expired." Huo Yu's voice softened, "I will bear with you today, and I will buy it for you tomorrow."

The information has not been successfully entered yet, and Xia Wan's efforts fell short.

He raised his face and looked at Huo Yu. After a while, he asked cautiously, "Then can you rub it? You can rub it for me."

The author has something to say:

I was worried that everyone didn't read it carefully, so specifically said that Wanwan's character is actually very contradictory:

Because he was born in a wealthy family, he understands and has all the reasoning and judgment, but because of his illness since childhood, he has little contact with people and lacks actual combat experience, so the sense of boundaries is sometimes not so clear.

Chapter 5

Huo Yu didn't speak, just looked at him with his eyes slightly down.

Xia Wan pursed her lips and slowly changed her mouth: Actually, it didn't hurt that much. "

Then he said, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Huo Yu's face not only did not improve, but became more depressed, "I didn't help you."

"But you took me in." Xia Wan's eyes curled up and she said sincerely.

Huo Yu's expression seemed to have softened, and after a while, he made a very light "um".

The pressure on his side dropped sharply, and Xia Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved slowly to the corner of the sofa and started blowing his wet hair.

In the humming sound of the fan, there was a slight collision of dishes on the side of the kitchen. Xia Wan looked over curiously and saw that Huo Yu had placed the meals on the table one after another.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but the aroma on the tip of the nose suddenly became stronger.

Xia Wan stared at the bowls and dishes, swallowed unconsciously, and then increased the speed of her hands.