Xie Yun was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and then said:

"So, it wasn't because you were drunk that night?"

That night I was doing experiments to purify and then mix the juice.

Xie Yun was not in the study, but slept outside, so he was not affected, but Lin Zhiyuan, who had drunk some wine, was affected.

"Well, it should be." Lin Zhiyuan also felt that something was wrong that night, but he didn't think much about it, and Xie Yun had already cleaned everything in the laboratory the next day, so Lin Zhiyuan also forgot about it.

After Lin Zhiyuan said it, he stretched out his arm and took her over.

"But I have to be thankful for that night."

Xie Yun couldn't help but laugh when he heard him say this, and he still had some lingering palpitations after laughing.

"At that time, you were really scary, and you were scared later when you dreamed."

Lin Zhiyuan patted the little girl in his arms and said:

"Not anymore, not anymore."

At that time, Lin Zhiyuan knew how terrifying it would be if the hope in a person's heart was magnified.

He couldn't ask Xie Yun at that time, so he couldn't control himself that night, and he didn't care about Xie Yun's reluctance at all.

Neither of them mentioned this matter again, and when it was about to enter winter, Lin Zhiyuan thought of Xie Yun's frostbite on his hands last year.

I asked her, and I found out that it was long every year before.

Lin Zhiyuan also knows that chilblains are used to growing every year.

Moreover, chilblains are itchy and painful, and there is no way to scratch them.

Therefore, as soon as winter began, Lin Zhiyuan paid attention to keeping Xie Yun warm, and the antifreeze ointment was also applied.

The calluses on her hands have been grinding out over the years, and since they have been together, no matter how busy Lin Zhiyuan is, he will give her a soak in boiled Chinese medicine every day when he has time, which is more effective than some domestic hand masks.

After more than half a year, Xie Yun's hands have improved a lot.

Young, recovery is good.

In the past six months, Lin Zhiyuan didn't let her do anything, and the calluses on her hands were slowly receding.

In half a year, Xie Yun's hands have been raised very well.

She already has slender fingers, there is no chilblain on her hands in winter, and those rough calluses have disappeared a lot, Xie Yun's hands are very good-looking.

A beautiful hand, a work of art for a man.

After soaking his hands that night, Xie Yun stared at his hands, his eyes faint and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lin Zhiyuan went to pour the Chinese medicine in the basin, and after washing it back, he held Xie Yun's hand and looked at it.

There was a faint smell of medicine, and Lin Zhiyuan leaned over to the edge for a while.

"Finally got it."

Lin Zhiyuan still remembers the appearance of his hands when he saw Xie Yun handing out flyers on the street.

That feeling of distress can't be eliminated until now.

Xie Yun suddenly hugged him at this time, and even put it on his Yuehun mouth, without saying anything, just hugged him.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhiyuan wanted her to raise her head, but she held it like this, not letting go or speaking.

After returning to the room that night, Xie Yun was very different from usual.

That hot appearance made Lin Zhiyuan a little difficult to handle.

For many years afterward, Lin Zhiyuan remembered Xie Yun on this day.

At the end of the year, many people have no intention of working and studying.

I want to be able to go home early.

The work of the laboratory also has to be put aside, and everyone is going home for the New Year.

This year, Xie Yun followed Lin Zhiyuan back to H City.

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