I was on top of your heart

Xingxing opened the door for Huo Yan.

As soon as Huo Yan entered, he went straight to Yu Wan's bedroom.

Looking at Yu Wan on the bed, whose face was flushed with fever, but kept saying sorry, Huo Yan frowned, but couldn't care less.

He asked Xing Xing, "Where is the medicine that Ma Ma prepared for you on weekdays?"

Xing Xing immediately pointed to the living room, "It's in the TV cabinet in the living room."

Huo Yan turned around and went out to take out the small medicine box that Yu Wan usually kept.

Tested her with an electronic thermometer.

39 degrees five.

Get rid of the fever immediately.

After finding out that adults can also use fen suspension to reduce fever, Huo Yan poured it into Yu Wan without thinking.

This medicine is not difficult to drink.

So Yu Wan didn't resist too much.

It's very late.

Huo Yan told Xing Xing to go to bed quickly, and don't delay going to school tomorrow.

Seeing that Huo Yan was there, Xingxing obediently went back to her room to sleep.

After Xing Xing left, there were only Yu Wan and Huo Yan in the bedroom.

Yu Wan was still muttering sorry or something.

Huo Yan looked at her with a deep frown, as if she was suffering.

He couldn't help but raised his hand to caress her forehead.

The antipyretics started to work in about 10 minutes.

After the fever subsided, Yu Wan was sweating all over.

His clothes were soaked through.

The wet clothes on her body had to be changed immediately, Huo Yan had no choice but to go out to the bathroom outside, find a washbasin, and bring warm water of about 40 degrees to wipe her body.

I'm afraid that Yu Wan will catch a cold.

While wiping her body, Huo Yan turned on the air conditioner.

It's only August now.

North City is still hot.

But because of Yu Wan's cold constitution, she didn't need to turn on the air conditioner for almost the whole summer.

It is also because of this physique that Yu Wan sometimes sleeps with the two children and has to be tightly wrapped.

After all, the children are afraid of the heat and have to turn on the air conditioner, but she is afraid of the cold, so she can only wrap her tightly.

Now Yu Wan is sleeping alone, so the air conditioner was not turned on in the room before.

Huo Yan was worried that she would catch cold when he wiped himself, so he turned on the heater.

First wipe the face, neck, and arms.

Then he took off his shirt and wiped the inside with his eyes closed.

Although the two have dated before, they are not boyfriend and girlfriend.

See no evil, Huo Yan still understands.

The process was quite tormented.

After all, if you are not careful, you will touch something that shouldn't be touched.

After Huo Yan wiped Yu Wan's upper body, he was sweating all over himself.

One is the high heat in the room.

The second reason is that he himself is hot because of his emotional tension.

There is no way, with a beauty in my arms, it is difficult to sit still.

When buttoning Yu Wan's pajamas, Huo Yan's eyes still hurt from the tattoo on Yu Wan's chest.

A blooming red rose replaced the tattoo on her chest.

The roses are bright and coquettish, very beautiful.

But Huo Yan's eyes hurt when he saw it.

He gently stroked the rose with his fingertips.

Two years ago, in the video, she was pressed to the ground, and the scene of hysterical struggle suddenly appeared.

Maybe it was his actions that made Yu Wan feel something in his sleep.

Yu Wan suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

She looked straight ahead out of focus.

With both hands tightly clutching the skirt of his chest, he curled himself up like a frightened deer.

"don't want--"

She seemed to be in a dream, and she murmured in panic, "I don't want a tattoo."

Huo Yan didn't expect that touching her scar would cause her to have such a big reaction.

Looking at Yu Wan who was so helpless and panicked, Huo Yan seemed to see her who was pinned to the ground two years ago, struggled to no avail, and had crooked tattoos on her chest.

Heart, as if torn apart.

Huo Yan couldn't help but sat up and hugged her.

"It's okay, Yu Wan."

Huo Yan kissed her hair with distress and self-reproach, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought of you so badly."

Tears suddenly leaked from the corners of Yu Wan's eyes.

Her gaze was still out of focus.

She is like a person who is dreaming, but her eyes are open, but her consciousness is not fully awake.

She murmured, "Fifty strokes."

"what?"

Huo Yan didn't understand Yu Wan's words, subconsciously lowered his head to look at her, only to find that her eyes were still wandering.

"Yu Wan, what did you mean just now?"

Huo Yan raised his hand to hold Yu Wan's cheek, making her eyes meet his own.

Yu Wan looked at him with empty pupils, like a puppet being manipulated, "It took them fifty stabs before it was over."

Fifty strokes, each stroke is like burning pain deep into the bone marrow.

It is a pain engraved in the soul that will never be erased.

Just touching the scar casually is like experiencing the pain personally.

It was the pain that Yu Wan tried her best to cover up the scar, but it never healed.

Yu Wan thought that time really healed her scars.

I don't know.

Scars only heal the surface.

Huo Yan's unintentional move easily tore open her freshly healed scar, causing her to bleed again.

How could it be really forgotten.

The feeling that life is worse than death can't be easily forgotten.

Time didn't really heal Yu Wan's scars, and the indifference she showed was nothing more than her self-closed emotions, making herself indifferent.

She is not in pain anymore.

She just hypnotized herself and said it didn't hurt anymore.

Time is indeed a healer.

But after all, scars cannot be healed in just two or three months.

Yu Wan just thought that the scar had healed.

Actually.

She just let her superficial scars heal quickly.

It was still oozing pus.

If you don't press the scar, it seems that it really doesn't hurt.

But once you press on the scar, it's still heart-wrenching.

At this time, Yu Wan seemed to be pressed to the pain. She was immersed in her own world and murmured helplessly, "It hurts so much."

"They stabbed me so badly. It hurt like hell."

"No one came."

Yu Wan raised her hand to hug her head, her empty eyes were filled with despair, "They can't even hear it."

"Ayan can't hear it either."

When it came to the fact that A Yan couldn't hear this sentence, tears fell from the corners of Yu Wan's eyes unexpectedly.

Bean-sized teardrops slid down the corners of his eyes to Huo Yan's palm. The hot tears seemed to be able to scald people, causing Huo Yan's heart to burn.

"sorry."

Only then did Huo Yan understand Yu Wan's words, and he suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms.

Apologizing over and over again.

But Yu Wan in her arms seemed unable to hear his apology, and said to herself, "He doesn't believe me, so hang up on me."

"He hit me with a stool."

Yu Wan shed tears silently, as if she had returned to the time when she was not trusted and misunderstood.

Her eyes were terribly empty, "I don't want him anymore."

Covering her face, her body trembling slightly, she said with endless grievances in her voice, "Never again."

Every word she said was like a hammer, hitting Huo Yan's heart one by one.

It made his heart swell and hurt.

Huo Yan raised his hand to cover the back of Yu Wan's head, and didn't say sorry again, but just followed her words, "Well, I don't want him anymore."

"It hurts."

Yu Wan suddenly burrowed into Huo Yan's arms desperately.

He murmured subconsciously, "A Yan, I'm in so much pain."

Huo Yan hugged her tightly.

When he felt distressed, Huo Yan couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"A Yan won't hurt you anymore, can you give A Yan another chance?"

Yu Wan didn't answer Huo Yan.

She was in his arms, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

She fell asleep.

Huo Yan, who couldn't get an answer, pursed his lips bitterly.

Even in her dream, she didn't want to give him a chance to start over.