The soreness in the body has been reduced a lot by Xiaohuan's cuteness, but the fatigue is real. Song Wanyue didn't want to move, so she simply nestled on the sofa and played with her mobile phone.

There was a lot of news in the small group, and it was all sent by Xiao He to complain.

[Xiao He: I have to work overtime on weekends, kill me. 】

[Xiao He: God, I shouldn't have studied the Fa in the first place. 】

[Xiao He: If you go out alone with Brother Su, you can live a short life of ten years. 】

[Xiao He: There are still people who call me Mage, damn! 】

Song Wanyue casually sent comfort: In fact, it is quite tiring to lie down at home and play with her mobile phone. :-D

[Xiao He: ......]

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the Ministry of Justice naturally has more to do.

Song Wanyue has a lot of work on her hands, and it is rare to wait until the weekend.

According to her original plan, she should study and read at home on the weekends.

As the time for the exam approached, she became more and more anxious.

When people are anxious, their minds go blank.

She has been like this since she was a child, especially in the period before the college entrance examination.

I almost forced out anxiety and depression, and I didn't dare to tell my family for fear that they would worry.

So I stayed up all night every day, and my body was damaged, but I learned very little knowledge.

Most of the time I sat in my chair in a daze.

The tutor hired by her family is a high-achieving Harvard graduate.

As far as Song Wanyue is concerned, it still doesn't have any effect.

was able to pass the college entrance examination safely and play extraordinary, thanks to Kian.

After one point she was forced to break down and cry and called him.

He didn't say anything, just silently listened to her cry. Obviously not good at comforting.

But after that time, he served as her tutor for free.

I would talk to her on the phone every night.

Across that cable, it was as if the distance of more than 8,000 kilometers had completely disappeared, and he was sitting next to him.

He has very few words, does not like to talk nonsense, and every sentence is the main point.

Organized, simple and straightforward.

Song Wanyue's occluded brain seemed to have been opened by him little by little.

She took a pen and praised him: "Why are you so good, even better than the Harvard graduate teacher my mother found me." Are you really only twenty-one years old, and are you really still a college student? You can't lie to me, but you're actually a university professor, and you're a very good kind of university professor. ”

It's sweet from the little mouth, but the voice is even sweeter, mixed with the little girl's adoring laughter.

"Mr. Kian, you're really amazing."

Even if she couldn't see it, she could hear it in her voice, and the girl must have held her face in her hands, her adoring smile with admiration, and her eyes were clear and bright.

There was no movement on the other end of the line.

Song Wanyue shouted, "Brother Kian? ”

A few seconds later, a busy beep was heard.

The phone was hung up.

Song Wanyue was puzzled and sent him a message.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: Why did you hang up the phone suddenly? ] 】

It took a long time for the message to be replied to.

[Kian: Temporary, something.] 】

She made a cute expression of a rabbit lying on the table. It's very similar to her current state.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: Are you embarrassed by my praise? Are you shy? 】

The message showed that it had been read, but the other party did not reply to her.

-

Every time she inadvertently remembered the past, Song Wanyue would shake her head desperately, trying to shake those memories out.

She also canceled the Weibo account he followed.

Except for the email that was still in the mailbox, the wrong email.

All traces of his existence have been erased.

From the point of view of idealism, consciousness is the source.

If you haven't seen it, it doesn't exist.

Song Wanyue forced herself to accept this point of view.

Maybe Kian didn't exist, he was just a beautiful dream he had when he was a girl.

-

After the beginning of winter, the temperature began to drop sharply, and Song Wanyue was cold and cold, and she also took Chinese medicine for a period of time to recuperate.

But because it was too bitter, I stopped taking the medicine after drinking it for a while.

As a result, there are still some minor problems.

Lack of qi and blood, cold hands and feet, and menstrual cramps.

Aunt Qin changed her method to make some decoctions to replenish qi and blood, although the taste was average, but at least it was much better than traditional Chinese medicine.

Duan Baiting stayed in London for more than 10 days this time, and kept in touch with Song Wanyue along the way.

Although, as always, there are few words, and they are all inconsequential.

What is the weather like in the country? Have you eaten. At work or at study.

Every Song Wanyue obediently replied.

But when she asked about what happened the night she was drunk, he began to turn a blind eye.

Finally waited for him to return to China, Song Wanyue, who was full of anger, couldn't help but say, and directly pulled him back to the room, ready to question him face to face.

He didn't have time to change his clothes.

A blazer with open buttons and a black sweater underneath.

mixed with some wind and frost outside the house, it is still cool at the moment.

Song Wanyue pressed him to the edge of the bed and sat down, while she stood up straight with her arms around her chest and her back against the table.

A face that asks about sin.

"What the hell did you do to me that night?!"

Song Wanyue was even prepared for him to be silent.

The other person's fingers pinch the connecting frame above the bridge of the nose and remove the glasses.

Fold it slowly and methodically and set it aside.

He raised his flat gaze, not hiding or concealing as she expected.

The voice was cold and indifferent.

Concise and to the point, one word answered the question that had plagued her for many days.

What was done?

"Love."

Chapter 27

This short and direct answer, Song Wanyue was speechless.

Of course she could guess what he had done to her, after all, it was so obvious. The body is full of traces.

I just didn't expect him to answer like this..... Simple and straightforward.

Most importantly, she couldn't remember the process at all.

"I should ...... Didn't do anything too out of the ordinary, did you? ”

She asked him hesitantly. The source of all the uneasiness is unknown.

Duan Baiting took off his coat, and when he heard her words, his movements paused slightly.

His face was still as calm as ever: "What do you mean by being out of line?" ”

Song Wanyue was asked: "It's ......"

She didn't know what to say.

The coat was casually thrown on the sofa next to him, Duan Baiting stood up and took off the sweater inside.

Shirtless to the closet, pick out a shirt from it and change it into.

Throughout the whole process, Song Wanyue's eyes followed him.

Strong and strong muscles, well-defined blocks.

The lines are sexy and seductive.

If it was normal, Song Wanyue could still sit down and enjoy it.

But now, her mind was in a state of chaos.

His shoulders and lower back, as well as his arms, were covered in dense scratches and bite marks.