Wen Ruan couldn't help but clench his hands hanging by his side when he heard Jiang Hui's words.

Even if Huo Hannian was not born to her, he had been raised for so many years, and he had burned to 40 degrees, how could it be a trivial matter?

Huo Han suffered from severe depression later, was he abused by this family?

Wen Ruan looked around, avoided the surveillance, walked to the backyard, saw a fence, and jumped up easily after running.

The back door was not closed, and Wen Ruan saw that there was no one in the living room, so he quickly ran upstairs.

In her sophomore year of high school, she came to Huo's house with a few classmates, and Huo Jingxiu said that the rightmost room on the third floor was Huo Hannian.

Wen Ruan went to the third floor in one breath.

Pushing open the closed door, Wen Ruan glanced inside.

The curtains are tightly drawn, and you can faintly smell the smell of tobacco.

Still smoking when you have a bad cold?

Through the light shining into the room from the corridor, Wen Ruan saw that the figure on the bed bowed like a shrimp was thin and lonely.

The heart shrank slightly.

"Classmate Huo?" Wen Ruan approached the bedside.

The person in the bed did not respond to her.

In the silent air, the young man's breathing was heavy, and Wen Ruan reached out and touched his forehead.

She was so hot that she hurriedly retracted her hand.

Take out a box from your bag and pour out a black pill.

She shook his arm and said softly, "Classmate Huo, get up and take medicine." ”

The boy was not awake, and as Wen Ruan continued to shake his arm, he suddenly grabbed her thin white wrist with such force that it seemed to crush her bones.

"Dirty, get away......"

His always cold voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if it had been smoked by thick smoke.

His eyes were tightly closed, his black eyelashes, which were longer and thicker than those of a girl, trembled slightly, and the cold outline of the lines became sharp and cold.

Wen Ruan's thin wrists were about to be crushed by him.

He wasn't awake, it was like he was in a nightmare.

He burned so badly that his whole body was like a hot whip, and people did not dare to touch it. The breath was extremely heavy, like a trapped beast, as if carrying unbearable pain.

Wen Ruan didn't know what was going on with him, but he could feel that there was something deep inside him that was difficult for his peers to carry.

She endured the pain in his wrist, and gently stroked his tight back with her other hand, "Brother, it's me, your tablemate Wen Ruan!" ”

Her voice was soft and waxy, like a light that appeared in the darkness, freeing him from the abyss.

The pain and anger between the eyebrows and eyes have also been reduced by a few points.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

The dark and gloomy eyes have a palpitating dark red.

The well-defined face was covered with a layer of cold frost.

Looking at her eyes, it was cold and heavy, very terrifying.

Wen Ruan was startled by his sudden eyes.

Soon, he could see who she was, and he let go of the large hand that was clasped around her wrist, his fingertips pressing against his aching temples.

Every time he had a fever, he would have the same dream.

The picture of men and women entangled makes him feel dirty and disgusting!

Obviously, their appearance was so clear in the dream, but every time he woke up, he only remembered the blurry picture, and he couldn't remember exactly what they looked like.

But that kind of picture was like a vine, wrapping him tighter and tighter, making him have a splitting headache and find it difficult to breathe.

Huo Hannian gasped heavily, he turned over and got out of bed, took out the medicine from the drawer, swallowed two pills, and the irritability and anger in his body calmed down a little.

Wen Ruan walked up to him and saw the medicine he was taking, and his eyes shrank.