The coat had been taken off by him and thrown aside, and the piece of skin on the back of his hand that touched Aunt Zhang had been rubbed red.

Really...... Still can't stand the touch of other people?

Xiao Yan let the cold water pour on his hands, but what he recalled in his mind was the feeling of holding the palm of Ah Zhao's hand.

Warm, soft, without the slightest disgust.

He looked up at the person in the mirror.

A pale and thin boy with a pretty face.

Xiao Yan knows that many women like such teenagers.

Looking at Xu Zhao's appearance, he has no resistance to himself.

He curled the corners of his lips and chuckled softly.

"Then be nice to me, Mr. Xu." He muttered softly.

You provoked me first.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Ah Zhao stood outside the bathroom and shouted Xiao Yan's name with some concern - he had been in it for a long time.

The door opened.

Xiao Yan, who was embarrassed, appeared in front of Ah Zhao.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yan was a little embarrassed: "I accidentally fell just now, and my coat got dirty." ”

Ah Zhao immediately became worried: "Didn't you hurt anything, did you?" ”

Xiao Yan shook his head: "Just rubbed the back of his hand, it's no big problem." ”

Ah Zhao looked at his left hand hidden behind his back: "Stretch out your hand and I'll take a look." ”

Xiao Yan subconsciously shrank and didn't do so.

Ah Zhao narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Yan." ”

She found that as long as she lowered her face and called the name of the male protagonist, the other party would be very obedient.

As everyone knows, this is just because Xiao Yan likes to hear his name and be shouted out with care and worry.

He stretched out his hand slowly, and Ah Zhao saw that the back of his left hand was red, and even the skin was broken.

Ah Zhao was so distressed: "It's all like this, and I said it's okay." ”

She didn't care about any clothes, so she took Xiao Yan to the room and asked the housekeeper to get medicine for him to wipe on.

Because they had to take medicine, the two were very close.

Xiao Yan sat quietly on the bed, looking at the woman who was squatting in front of him, carefully medicating her hand.

From this angle, he could see the top of Ah Zhao's jet-black hair, and further down, the long eyelashes hanging down.

Her eyes were beautiful, as clear as a puddle of water. At this moment, the water was gently surrounding him.

There was a light fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, not like the smell of perfume.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

"Alright." Zhao exhaled and was about to get up.

A pull came from her arm, and her center of gravity was unstable when she was half-squatting, so she subconsciously stumbled forward.

A slightly cool embrace hugged her tightly.

"Teacher." Xiao Yan shouted in a low voice.

Ah Zhao, who was still holding a medicine bottle and a cotton swab in his hand: "??? ”

She was about to break away subconsciously, but at this time, Xiao Yan spoke again: "The teacher is so good to me." ”

"No one has been so nice to me since my mom left."

All right.

Ah Zhao paused for a moment, giving up the intention of breaking away from this embrace.

The male protagonist must have thought of something sad again.

Ah Zhao thought for a while, put the cotton swab aside, stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Yan on the back:

"All the misfortunes and sadness of the past cannot be changed, look forward, Xiao Yan."

"You still have a long future ahead of you, and you'll meet a lot of good people."

Xiao Yan's arm tightened: "No, there will never be a better person than the teacher." ”