The president blushes when he flirts

Xiang Wan's skin was cold, and she couldn't stop shaking. She murmured something she couldn't understand in Yu Wen's arms for a long time before she managed to calm down.

But even if Xiang Wan calmed down, Yu Wen knew that he should take Xiang Wan home. He believed that Xiang Wan didn't want people from outside to see Xiang Wan in a mess.

Or a little dazed and sluggish.

Recalling that Yun Xiaoxiao once told Yu Wen about a dark memory that Xiang Wan had forgotten, Yu Wen hugged her even tighter.

"Act, there is no need to wait any longer."

Sending a message to the police who had been squatting outside for a long time, Yu Wen took off his coat and put it on Xiang Wan's body, blocking them tightly with his powerful back.

There were chaotic screams and arrest warnings behind him. Yu Wen knew that those children who had been unfairly treated had been rescued, whether they were sold before or might be sold in the future, they would be brought back.

Back in the car, Yu Wen carefully placed him on the passenger seat, lowered his head and kissed the tear-stained corners of his eyes, and patiently fastened Xiang Wan's seat belt.

I don't know if it's because he was tired or Xiang Wan was trying to accept the strange memories that suddenly exploded in his mind. Xiang Wan lowered his head all the way, and the small half shadow cast by his slightly long bangs blocked Xiang Wan's expression. It's anger.

When he got home, Yu Wen unfastened his seat belt as if getting into a car, supported Xiang Wan's back with one hand, and lifted him up across his legs with the other. The person in his arms had already fallen into a deep sleep.

But even so, Xiang Wan still couldn't sleep soundly, his brows were furrowed, the eyeballs under his eyelids kept moving left and right, fine sweat floated on his forehead, condensed and then slid down his cheeks.

"Hey, I'm going to fetch water."

When he got home, he had just put him down, and before he could change his clothes, Xiang Wan wrapped his hands around Yu Wen's waist tightly, no matter how hard Yu Wen tried, he couldn't let him go.

He thought that Xiang Wan had woken up, so he coaxed a few words in a soft voice, trying to get a towel to wipe him off quickly, his hands tightened a little more.

It was only at this moment that Yu Wen realized that Xiang Wan wasn't awake at all, he just fell asleep unsteadily, and Yu Wen was the only person he could grab instinctively to keep him safe.

Yu Wen felt helpless and distressed. He sat down on the backrest, raised his hand and gently brushed away the broken hair sticking to Xiang Wan's forehead, lowered his head and kissed the smooth forehead again, holding someone in his arms .

"I'm not going anywhere if I don't go."

-

Xiang Wan's dream was very long, it was really not real, it was fake but not fake, the chaotic characters were doing the same actions over and over again.

He felt a strong crisis, felt hurt without pain.

He saw the water, felt suffocated, but breathed well.

He tried to resist, tried to escape, but was caught back again and again, over and over again, over and over again, until the self in the dream sank into deep darkness before he was glad that he was still alive.

"A disobedient child will go to hell."

At the end of the darkness, a familiar voice sneered and said, coming from a distance like a nightmare.

"I'm not a disobedient child."

A light suddenly shone in the darkness in front of Xiang Wan, and the little boy argued hoarsely.

He wanted to raise his hands to cover his ears so as not to listen, but the voice reminded him again and again from his internal organs.

Xiang Wan stared blankly at the boy in front of him. He turned around little by little, and a familiar face was projected into his pupils little by little.

The boy whose face was not much different from his was crying with tears all over his face.

"We're not bad kids, are we?"

"I don't want to go to hell, I want to live, I want my parents."

"Who can save me, I don't want to go on like this..."

"..."

The boy's words were like dripping into a cup full of water, and the container that couldn't hold it finally began to overflow.

The memory was as clearly visible as a revolving lantern, gradually becoming clearer in the darkness, reminding Xiang Wan over and over again that the child in front of him was himself.

The cowardly, the abused, the nearly dead, and then actively escaping oblivion.

"Are we bad boys? Are we going back to hell?"

The child asked again, his clean pupils reflected the innocence and kindness that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Of course not. We did nothing wrong. It was never us who did the evil."

Xiang Wan took 'my' hand, with an arrogant and gorgeous smile on the corner of her mouth, and walked towards the big screen of memory that was gradually collapsing.

Every step I took, those memories were shattered a little bit until they completely collapsed.

Xiang Wan pointed to the last piece of memory, on which Xiang Yi's distorted and crazy smile was reflected.

"If you do too much evil, you will go to hell."