At dinner, Xia Yan left the table early, and Yang Hexuan also took a few casual bites before following her out.
"What’s wrong?"
Xia Yan turned her head to look at him, walked toward her resting room, and simply said, "A bit tired, I want to rest."
Yang Hexuan looked at her sowhat pale face and asked, "Is it ntal fatigue or physical exhaustion?"
Mo Li did not answer and pushed open the door.
She took her pajamas and went straight into the bathroom. Yang Hexuan rembered she had been soaking in the seawater for a long ti, and her face didn’t look good just now. Worried she might catch a cold, he went out to buy so cold dicine.
When he ca back, he saw her curled up under the blanket on the sofa. Seeing him enter, she remained motionless.
He poured a cup of hot water, placed the dicine in his palm according to the dosage, and patted her body, saying, "Get up and take the dicine."
She opened her eyes and glanced at him, frowning slightly, but she didn’t do as he said.
He reached out to touch her forehead, the temperature was normal, but from her appearance, she seed very uncomfortable.
"What’s bothering you? Tell ."
With a hoarse voice, Xia Yan simply said, "I’m fine."
"What? Just seeing him once made you so upset? You can’t eat or sleep well? Is that man who left with soone else so charming?"
Hearing this, Xia Yan ignored him even more and turned her body completely away from him.
Yang Hexuan sighed lightly, placed the dicine and cup on the coffee table, then directly lifted the blanket covering her and lay down on the sofa with her, holding her tightly.
Her reaction was intense and sensitive, "What are you doing?"
Yang Hexuan tightened his grip on her weak struggles, "Why such a big reaction? I’m not doing anything to you."
Her struggles didn’t cease, "Let go of !"
He pretended not to hear, "Tell your story."
She remained silent, but her struggling ceased, perhaps knowing it was futile, or maybe she had no strength left.
In his embrace, her petite fra felt so pitiably fragile, making him genuinely sense her weakness.
However, within this tiny body, there was an unyielding stubbornness that couldn’t be underestimated.
Xia Yan, with her back to him, kept her eyes open, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
In truth, she wasn’t aloof, just unsure how to interact with people. After losing that man, she isolated her world and didn’t want to integrate into this hypocritical one.
No family, no friends, and no n to interact with, except for Yang Hexuan, who was nominally her ntor.
Actually, her heart wasn’t racing for the first ti because of him. He often did ambiguous things to girls, although not only to her. But whenever he got too close, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotions.
That afternoon, she knew he was helping her. At that mont, she felt warmth in her heart, letting her know there was soone she could rely on when she was helpless.
After she was humiliated, he retaliated well for her. When she saw that woman leave angrily, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
His embrace at this mont was so warm...
But her heart was unsettled, she didn’t dare to rely on anyone, didn’t want to experience that feeling of loss again.
"Don’t want to talk?" His tone was light, his breath on the back of her neck made her shrink involuntarily.
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