The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
Chapter Summary
"If you keep rubbing it, I'm afraid the skin will break." Huo Yan finally turned his head and looked at Gu Weimian's skin which had turned a little red after just a few wipes. He snorted as if nothing had happened, "Do you feel the pain?" Gu Weimian pursed his lips: "I'm not a robot, how could I not feel the pain!" Huo Yan casually took the towel from Gu Weimian's hand and threw it into the plate beside him. He raised his head as if nothing had happened, "Do you feel the pain?" Gu Weimian pursed...
The sweet taste filled her taste buds and she squinted her eyes in happiness.
Now she can eat, sleep, cry and laugh. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
The cake in the hand of the person who was eating with satisfaction was suddenly taken away by a man.
Gu Weimian still had the spoon in her mouth as she stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes. Her enjoyment of delicious food was interrupted, making her so angry that she wanted to hit him.
"You just gave me this cake!"
Huo Yan glanced at her coldly: "There was no sweet taste filling her taste buds, and she squinted her eyes happily.
Now she can eat, sleep, cry and laugh. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
The cake in the hand of the person who was eating with satisfaction was suddenly taken away by a man.
Gu Weimian still had the spoon in her mouth as she stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes. Her enjoyment of delicious food was interrupted, making her so angry that she wanted to hit him.
"You just gave me this cake!"
Huo Yan glanced at her coldly and said, "I'm not denying you food."
Gu Weimian watched Huo Yan put the cake back into the refrigerator, her cheeks puffed up with anger.
I want to ask, is this meant to be eaten by her? Is this really meant to be eaten by her at all?
Gu Weimian wanted to have a serious talk with this man, but she suddenly felt a rough sensation in her palm and lowered her head.
The man handed over a clean white towel with his bony hands.
Gu Weimian looked at him in confusion.
"Wipe your hands." His deep gaze lingered on Gu Weiman's fingertips. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. His deep facial features appeared more three-dimensional in the sunlight projected in from the car window. His eyes were heavy on his cold face.
Before Gu Weimian looked at him, his gaze shifted away.
"My hands are not dirty." Gu Weimian whispered.
Her words only earned a deep look from the man, as if to say: Are you sure?
Gu Weimian was not a person with a good temper. "I don't think I need to wipe it." She threw the towel the man handed over back to him, and deliberately waved her hand in front of Huo Yan. The white fingertips moved slightly, and a bright white color flowed in the sunlight. "Wipe it if you want."
A deliberately provocative gesture.
The next second, her palm was slapped: "Don't act like a spoiled child."
Gu Weimian: “…”
How could she be acting like a spoiled brat!
Why does Huo Yan always accuse her of being a spoiled brat? She is so serious and can't be more solemn!
Huo Yan's gaze seemed to be burned by the excessively white color of Gu Weimian's hand. He turned his face away and looked out the car window.
Seeing that he really seemed unable to accept that she didn't wipe her hands, Gu Weimian muttered, "You're too mysophobic," but still took back the towel and wiped her hands.
After wiping his hands, Gu Weimian showed his hands in front of Huo Yan again: "Are you done?..."
The man's usually elegant demeanor was now unusually awkward. He stared straight out the car window and his whole body was tense.
Gu Weimian was also convinced when he saw his hands were already very clean.
With her temper, she should have gotten out of the car when Huo Yan handed her the towel, but thinking about the only man who came to her and saved her in her previous life, she sighed bitterly and started to wipe it carefully again.
The white towel wiped every part of the fingers, even the gaps between the fingers were wiped clean. The skin on the hands turned a little red due to the excessive force.
"If you keep rubbing it, I'm afraid the skin will break."
Huo Yan finally turned his head and looked at Gu Weimian's skin which had turned a little red after just a few wipes. His brows slightly frowned, and the heavy black mist in his eyes seemed to be dispersed by something, and the cold temperament around him also changed.
He snorted as if nothing had happened, "Do you feel the pain?"
Gu Weimian pursed his lips: "I'm not a robot, how could I not feel the pain!"
Huo Yan casually took the towel from Gu Weimian's hand and threw it into the plate beside him. "Now that you know it hurts, don't touch those messy things next time."
"What did I touch?" Gu Weimian frowned. Why didn't she remember touching anything messy?
She just touched it, and was despised by the man.
Huo Yan's brows were gloomy. He took another towel from the refrigerator and wiped his hands: "That security guard."
security guard?
A flash of inspiration came to Gu Weimian’s mind.
She remembered that she wanted to get the physical evidence belonging to Ao Leyin from the security guard.
In fact, she didn't end up running into the security guard at all.
And even if she did, what would be the problem?
Gu Weimian's mind was still in a mess when she felt the man take her hand away.
When she lowered her head, she saw Huo Yan removing the gauze that Doctor Chen had just put on her yesterday.
There was also a white medical box at his side, which contained disinfectant, clean gauze, and all the items needed for first aid.
"There's no need to change the gauze, right?" Gu Weimian wanted to take back his hand, but Huo Yan held it down.
She was not as strong as the man and could not get her hand back. I won’t give it to you.”
Gu Weimian watched Huo Yan put the cake back into the refrigerator, her cheeks puffed up with anger.
I want to ask, is this meant to be eaten by her? Is this really meant to be eaten by her at all?
Gu Weimian wanted to have a serious talk with this man, but she suddenly felt a rough sensation in her palm and lowered her head.
The man held hers with his bony hand, which contained a clean white towel. He lowered his head and wiped her fingers carefully.
His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, and his deep facial features appeared more three-dimensional in the sunlight projecting in from the car window. His eyes were gloomy and his face was cold.
"My hands are not dirty." Gu Weimian whispered, but her words did not receive any response.
The white towel carefully wiped every part of her fingers, even the gaps between her fingers were wiped clean, causing Gu Weimian to feel itchy.
She couldn't help laughing, and she retracted her fingers and wanted to take her hand back.
The next second, her palm was slapped: "Don't act like a spoiled child."
Gu Weimian: “…”
How could she be acting like a spoiled brat!
Why does Huo Yan always accuse her of being a spoiled brat? She is so serious and can't be more solemn!
Huo Yan lowered his head and continued to wipe Gu Weimian's hands. His movements were meticulous, not missing any corner, over and over again.
The atmosphere in the car was as depressing as ever, even more so than before.
Gu Weimian shrank his fingers: "Okay..."
I've wiped it so many times, I'm afraid the skin will be broken if I continue to wipe it.
Huo Yan's hand paused for a moment, looking at Gu Weimian's skin which had turned a little red after just a few wipes, his brows slightly frowned, and the heavy black mist in the bottom of his eyes seemed to be dispersed by something, and the cold temperament around him also changed.
He raised his head as if nothing had happened, "Do you feel the pain?"
Gu Weimian pursed his lips: "I'm not a robot, how could I not feel the pain!"
Huo Yan threw the towel in his hand onto the plate beside him and said, "Now that you know it hurts, don't touch those messy things next time."
"What did I touch?" Gu Weimian frowned. Why didn't she remember touching anything messy?
She just touched it, and was despised by the man.
Huo Yan's brows were gloomy. He took another towel from the refrigerator and wiped his hands: "That security guard."
security guard?
A flash of inspiration came to Gu Weimian’s mind.
She remembered that she wanted to get the physical evidence belonging to Ao Leyin from the security guard.
In fact, she didn't end up running into the security guard at all.
Even if it happens, what's the problem?
Gu Weimian's mind was still in a mess when the man took his hand away again.
When she lowered her head, she saw Huo Yan removing the gauze that Doctor Chen had just put on her yesterday.
There was also a white medical box at his side, which contained disinfectant, clean gauze, and all the items needed for first aid.
"There's no need to change the gauze, right?" Gu Weimian wanted to take back his hand, but Huo Yan held it down.
She was no match for the man in strength and couldn't get her hand back.