Really young master, he came to the pride gate

After three years of marriage, Song Fanyin had never spoken to him in this tone.

Even if he gets rough on the bed occasionally, he will only let him take it easy without being very happy.

Huo Chiyan's chest was astringent and painful, and this strange emotion made him frown severely.

He lightly pecked at Song Fanyin's forehead and the corners of his lips, his voice was rare and soft.

"Sorry, not next time."

Song Fanyin hugged Huo Chiyan tightly. He hadn't recovered from the fear of being submerged in the darkness just now. He just closed his eyes and said nothing.

It was so dark just now.

It seemed to go back to when he was a child, he was locked in a dark attic with no light, no sound, and no one.

He called for a long time, but no one answered him.

Huo Chiyan called him two more times, seeing that he still didn't respond, panic flashed in his eyes.

He hugged the man directly, walked outside, and sternly ordered the secretary who hadn't gotten off work yet.

"Prepare the car and go to the hospital."

Seeing that something was wrong, the secretary immediately ran to the elevator.

In 10 minutes, the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Huo Chiyan hugged Song Fanyin and hurried into the emergency room.

"Call someone and see what's wrong with him."

The doctor hurried over and started treating Song Fanyin.

But Song Fanyin was extremely uncooperative at this time, he seemed to be trapped in his own world, and he wouldn't let anyone touch him except sticking to Huo Chiyan.

As long as he gets close to him, he will struggle crazily.

The doctor tried several times, but he couldn't succeed, so he said helplessly: "Mr. Huo, can you find a way to make Young Master Song quiet?"

There's no way to check that way.

Huo Chiyan hugged Song Fanyin, his handsome face was cold, and his voice was like ice, "They're all a bunch of trash! Don't you have anything to do?"

The doctor groaned in pain, "Mr. Huo, it's not our problem, it's Young Master Song, as you can see, he won't let us touch it."

Huo Chiyan's tall forehead was covered with sweat just now because he wanted to control the struggling Song Fanyin.

He looked down at Song Fanyin, who was leaning in his arms, quietly, pursed the corners of his lips, and tried to slow down his voice.

"Fanyin, be good and let the doctor see you."

Song Fanyin was not unconscious, but like a drunk person, his mind was still stuck in the fear just now, and he couldn't control himself at all.

He hugged Huo Chiyan's waist tightly, shook his head shyly, "No."

Huo Chiyan pursed his thin lips vigorously. After a while, he lowered his head and put Song Fanyin's lips in his mouth.

Unlike the past, which was always fierce, this time it was extraordinarily gentle and comforting.

Song Fanyin could feel his lips and teeth being gently pried open, and the familiar cold breath spread in his mouth.

His tense emotions began to gradually relax, and his body subconsciously softened.

The doctor was still stunned.

This... two men kiss, which inexplicably makes them blush and heartbeat.

Seeing that the doctor was not moving, Huo Chiyan frowned fiercely, signaling them to speed up.

Only then did the doctor come back to his senses, seeing the two people who were kissing each other tightly, coughed twice in embarrassment, and hurried up to do a checkup.

In the end, it turned out that Song Fanyin was fine, it was just hyperventilation caused by excessive tension.

At this point, they had already entered the ward.

Song Fanyin fell into a deep sleep under the effect of the tranquilizer.

Huo Chiyan sat on the chair beside his hospital bed, his brows furrowed, "Extremely nervous?"

Would Song Fanyin be a nervous person?

The doctor was keenly aware of the displeasure in Huo Chi's words, and shrank his neck.

"In fact, there may be another reason."

Huo Chiyan raised his eyelids, "Say."

"Dark phobia."