My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

As soon as Fu Yan came in, he saw a drop of blood on Jiang Wan's neck.

He frowned suddenly, walked over, gently held her hand and moved it away, then took out the handkerchief from his arms and covered Jiang Wan's neck.

It was icy cold, but Jiang Wan couldn't bear to push it away.

After covering it for a while, he took it off to check the situation. There was no bleeding, but he couldn't let Jiang Wan grab it again.

Only then did I realize that there was almost no distance between them.

Fu Yan's ears turned slightly red. He grabbed Jiang Wan's hands and sat next to Jiang Wan.

The two of them were sitting close together, and Jiang Wan felt a little hot. "Can't you sit further away?"

"What if you scratch your skin again?"

Jiang Wan shook her head. "I won't scratch it anymore. It was so itchy all of a sudden. I couldn't help it. The more I scratched, the more it itched."

"So in order to prevent you from getting carried away, I have to guard you."

"Then why are your ears so red?" Jiang Wan tilted his head to look at him, and the breath of his words also hit Fu Yan's face.

His eyes turned to the other side, "I'm hot."

"But your hands are cold."

"My ears are hot..."

"Oh......"

Jiang Wan couldn't help it again, "It's so itchy..."

She spoke in a low voice, lowered her head and rubbed her hand, her wrist was held by Fu Yan, and her chin touched Fu Yan's fingertips.

Fu Yan loosened his hand, changed his position and grabbed her again.

Jiang Wan hummed softly, "I'm really itchy, please let me scratch it, just for a while."

Not only did Jiang Wan's neck feel itchy, but his ears also began to turn red and itchy, and his wrist, which was being grabbed by Fu Yan, also felt itchy.

Fu Yan was also anxious, and couldn't bear to see Jiang Wan in such pain, "Don't tickle..."

He searched the carriage and saw the teacup on the table.

He was able to hold Jiang Wan's wrist with one hand, freeing up his other hand to pour a cup of tea and dip his fingertips into the tea.

The wet fingertips touched Jiang Wan's neck.

A little bit of tea dripped into Jiang Wan's collar, it was cool and made Jiang Wan shiver.

But it was comfortable, so comfortable that it overwhelmed the itchiness just now.

Jiang Wan twisted his shoulders and said, "Behind."

Fu Yan dipped some more tea and placed his big hand on the back of Jiang Wan's neck.

Jiang Wan felt relieved after seeing this, and spread her legs and dangled them on tiptoe, "Touch your ears too, they're itchy."

Fu Yan: "......"

Jiang Wan kicked him and said, "Did you hear that?"

Fu Yan closed his eyes and nodded. Not knowing what he was thinking of, he suddenly raised his head and tried to hold back his laughter.

Jiang Wan tilted her head and saw his protruding Adam's apple. Her eyes met the dark color between his legs. "Hey, hey, what are you doing! What's that!"

Fu Yan lowered his head and looked at Jiang Wan next to him. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's tea..."

Jiang Wan's face flushed red as he looked at Fu Yan's wet hands. A water mark on his wrist slid into his sleeve. Not only was his sleeve wet, but water also accidentally stained some part of his body.

Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, I thought..."

Fu Yan pulled his hand from her neck and covered her mouth.

“Wuwu…” Jiang Wan glared at him with her beautiful eyes, “Mmmm…”

Fu Yan let go and touched her ear again, "What did you just say?"

Jiang Wan laughed, "I say, Fu Yan is really nice."

"That's not it. You're scolding me."

Jiang Wan was still waiting for Fu Yan to relieve her itch, so naturally she wouldn't say what she just said.

"We'll be there soon, just wait a moment." Fu Yan's calm voice soothed Jiang Wan's restless hands.

She looked down at Fu Yan's hand that was holding hers, with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. She saw the protruding bones in Fu Yan's hand and realized that Fu Yan had indeed lost a lot of weight.

"you're not eating?"

Fu Yan was still pinching Jiang Wan's ear, "You would have died a long time ago if you didn't eat."

Fu Yan's originally cold hands were warmed up a little by Jiang Wan's hot skin.

His fingertips stroked the red earlobe.

The wet water slid between their skins. The atmosphere seemed normal just now, but Jiang Wan suddenly noticed something strange.

"You... you don't have to do this to relieve the itch, right?" Jiang Wan twisted his neck with a strange look on his face.

"What should I do? This is my first time, so I don't understand. Please teach me..."

Jiang Wan suddenly raised the hand that he was holding and covered his mouth.

He raised his eyebrows, not understanding where he had said the wrong thing, or where he had said something Jiang Wan didn't want to hear, which caused her to react so strongly.

"Don't mention the first time..." Jiang Wan's mind was full of thoughts about the first time, and she was going crazy. She glared at Fu Yan, "Don't mention the first time either!"

Fu Yan's eyes were slightly stunned. "What's wrong? This is indeed the first time I help someone relieve an itch."

Jiang Wan could sense a hint of grievance in the ending tone of his words.

Jiang Wan cleared his throat. "In short, you are not allowed to say 'first time' and you are not allowed to add 'inevitable' after 'first time'. Understand?"

Fu Yan nodded, "I don't understand, but I can listen to you."

Jiang Wan: “…”

The journey was quiet all the way to the clinic.

Fu Yan wanted to carry Jiang Wan out, but was rejected by Jiang Wan. She wore Fu Yan's coat and still covered her face.

I was in the palace before so as not to be recognized.

I left the palace simply because I didn't want anyone to see the red and swollen rash on my face.

"I'll go by myself."

Jiang Wan jumped off the carriage. Fu Yan looked at his empty hands, clenched them, and followed Jiang Wan.

We walked all the way into the doctor's office without saying anything else.

The doctor prescribed medicine for Jiang Wan.

"This is for external use. You can apply it once now, otherwise you will feel itchy on the road later."

"Okay, thank you." Fu Yan took the ointment given by the doctor.

The medicine boy and the doctor in the room all went out, as if to give the two a chance to be alone together.

Jiang Wan looked at Fu Yan: "You didn't bribe everyone here, did you?"

Fu Yan opened the lid of the plaster, put his index finger on it, and glanced at Jiang Wan, "Don't think too much, the doctor just saw that we are a couple, so he left. Is there nothing on your chest?"

"Yes..." Jiang Wan pointed at Fu Yan, "He mistakenly thought you and I were husband and wife."

Fu Yan's fingertips had already touched Jiang Wan's neck.

The plaster had a smell of dried tangerine peel, and the more Fu Yan applied it, the stronger the smell became.

"Why can't it be wiped off..." Fu Yan said in a low voice.

Jiang Wan said in a sad tone: "This is for application. Of course it can't be wiped off. Just apply it on top."

Fu Yan paused and acted as if nothing had happened.

After applying it, Jiang Wan felt uncomfortable all over. He was afraid that the medicine would get on his clothes so he didn't dare to move.

Seeing Fu Yan still standing there in front of him, Jiang Wan asked, "Hasn't the application been completed yet?"

Fu Yan rubbed the mouth of the ointment bottle with his thumb, held Jiang Wan's other hand, and placed the ointment in his hand into Jiang Wan's hand, "Your chest."

After saying that, he turned around.