Song Zehan frowned, and his deep eyes flashed with rare doubts.

Fortunately, this time Ruan Shiyan understood Song Zehan's confusion in seconds, and after sitting up, she coughed lightly and immediately opened her mouth to correct it.

"Ahem-brother, why is your expression so ugly? Could it be that scumbag injected me with some kind of death potion? ”

Remember everything you should remember.

It seems that the memory is not biased.

Song Zehan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his mobile phone, and clicked on WeChat.

Song Zehan: [Death will not, but it will cause irreversible damage to the body. 】

Ruan Shiyan was anxious when she saw it, and hurriedly asked, "What irreversible damage?" ”

Song Zehan: [IQ deficiency syndrome. 】

Ruan Shiyan: [??? 】

Even if she doesn't read much, you can't lie to her like that, right?

Ruan Shiyan glared at him decisively, and quickly typed on the keyboard angrily: [You are in short supply! Your whole family is in short supply! 】

But as soon as I finished sending, I had a feeling that I was even scolding, and I immediately clicked to withdraw again.

She put down her phone, slowed down for a few seconds, and put on a serious expression.

"Brother, why did I pass out again?" It was the same last time I was in the morgue, when I suddenly felt angina, and then I would faint.

"Also, do you know what that scumbag injected me?" As she spoke, she moved her body slightly, frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Except for the pain on her body, I don't feel anything particularly wrong." ”

It's called a little painful?

Looking at Ruan Shiyan's slightly swollen side face and the strangulation marks on his wrists, the distress in Song Zehan's eyes became even stronger, but in a blink of an eye, he was replaced by ruthlessness.

He ignored Ruan Shiyan's question and dialed Zhang's mother's number with a black face.

"Send it over."

After a short three words, the call was hung up.

Ruan Shiyan was puzzled, and Zhang's mother walked in quickly with a tray, put it down and left quickly.

She turned her head and saw that it was a towel and an ice pack.

But just as she was about to ask Song Zehan what she was doing with this, she felt that her hand was gently held, and in the next second, a rectangular ice pack was placed on the strangulation mark on her wrist.

Ruan Shiyan was trembling by the ice, and goosebumps got on her arm.

But before she could get used to it, another rectangular ice pack was placed on her other wrist.

He was helping her relieve the pain of the wound.

But she wasn't so squeamish.

And it's so awkward to be sealed by ice packs.

Ruan Shiyan frowned and subconsciously raised her head.

The moment their eyes met, she clearly read the taste of "threat" in Song Zehan's eyes.

He didn't allow her to move, let alone refuse.

Ruan Shiyan flattened her mouth, and before she could say what she wanted to say, she saw Song Zehan move directly to the position next to her and sit down, holding her shoulders with both hands, and with a little force, adjusting her to an angle that completely relied on him.

Then he picked up the last bun-shaped ice pack and gently applied it to the slightly swollen side of her face.

"Shhhh

Song Zehan's movements were gentle, but the stimulation of the low temperature and the pain when touching still made Ruan Shiyan gasp.

For a while, with a hot chest behind him, and a cold feeling on her cheeks and wrists, Ruan Shiyan felt as if she was in the two heavens of ice and fire, both uncomfortable and enjoyable.

This man...... Was she afraid that she would feel cold if she put three ice packs on it at the same time, so he came to hug her?

It was unexpectedly intimate.

"Song Zehan." Ruan Shiyan couldn't hold back and gently called his name.

I hadn't heard this sweet and soft voice call his name for a long time, and Song Zehan's breath stagnated.

Although he couldn't answer, he gently rested his chin on the top of her head, which counted as a response.

But before this heart-pounding atmosphere could spread, it was ruthlessly broken by Ruan Shiyan's next question.

"You say—am I going to mutate into a blue-blooded man?"