Chapter 64 He Firmly Grasped Her Wrist

When Wen Ruan heard Jiang Hui's words, she couldn't help but clenched her hands hanging by her sides.

Even if Huo Hannian wasn't her own, he has been raised for so many years, and he has a fever of 40 degrees. How can it be a trivial matter?

Huo Hannian later suffered from severe depression, was it because he was abused by this family?

Wen Ruan looked around, avoided the monitoring, walked to the backyard, saw a fence, ran up her slender body after a run-up, and jumped up easily.

The back door was not closed. Seeing that there was no one in the living room, Wen Ruan quickly ran upstairs.

In the second year of high school, she came to Huo's house with a few classmates. Huo Jingxiu said that the room on the far right on the third floor belonged to Huo Hannian.

Wen Ruan reached the third floor in one breath.

Pushing open the tightly closed door, Wen Ruan glanced inside.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the pungent tobacco smell could still be faintly smelled.

Smoking with a bad cold?

With the light coming into the room from the corridor, Wen Ruan saw the thin and lonely figure bowing like a shrimp on the bed.

His heart shrank slightly.

"Student Huo?" Wen Ruan approached the bed.

The person on the bed didn't respond to her.

In the silent air, the boy's breathing was heavy. Wen Ruan reached out and touched his forehead.

She was so hot that she quickly withdrew her hand.

He took a box out of his bag and poured out a black pill.

She shook his arm and said softly, "Student Huo, get up and take your medicine."

The young man was not awake, when Wen Ruan continued to shake his arm, he suddenly grabbed her slender wrist with such force that it seemed to crush her bones.

"Dirty, get out of here..."

His voice, which had always been clear and cold, was hoarse to the extreme, as if it had been smoked by thick smoke.

He closed his eyes tightly, his thick black eyelashes, which were even longer than girls', trembled slightly, and his cold outline became sharp and cold.

Wen Ruan's thin wrist was almost crushed by him.

He was not awake, as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

He burned so badly that his whole body was like a hot whip, and no one dared to touch him. The breathing was extremely heavy, like a trapped animal, as if carrying unbearable pain.

Wen Ruan didn't know what happened to him, but he could feel that there was something in his heart that his peers couldn't bear.

She resisted the pain in his tightly clasped wrists, and gently stroked his tense back with the other hand, "Brother, it's me, your deskmate Wen Ruan!"

Her voice was soft and waxy, like a light emerging from the darkness, saving him from the abyss.

The pain and hostility between the eyebrows and eyes also decreased a bit.

Suddenly he opened his eyes.

There was a palpitating dark red in the dark and gloomy eyes.

The face with clear lines was covered with a layer of icy frost.

The look in her eyes was cold and heavy, very frightening.

Wen Ruan was taken aback by his sudden gaze.

Soon, he saw clearly who she was. He released his big hand from her wrist, and pressed his fingertips on her painful temple.

Every time he had a fever, he would have the same dream.

The scene of men and women entangled made him feel dirty and disgusting!

They looked so clear in the dream, but every time he woke up, he only remembered a vague picture, and he couldn't remember exactly what they looked like.

But that kind of picture, like a vine, entangled him more and more tightly, making him have a splitting headache and it was difficult to breathe.

Huo Hannian took two heavy breaths, turned over and got out of bed, took out the medicine from the drawer, swallowed two pills, and the irritability and hostility in his body calmed down a little.

Wen Ruan walked up to him, seeing the medicine he was taking, her eyes shrank suddenly.