The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

The towel was handed to Huo Yan's hand. The man wrapped the hot water bottle in the towel and tested the temperature with the back of his hand before lifting the quilt and preparing to put it in.

With his hand holding the corner of the quilt, he frowned and looked at Leng Rui behind him: "What are you still doing here?"

Leng Rui felt Huo Yan's uneasiness, his face tightened, and he reluctantly left the bedroom.

Huo Yan placed the hot water bottle wrapped in a towel next to Gu Weimian's feet, keeping a distance to ensure that her feet could get the warmth from the hot water bottle and that she would not be burned by the hot water bottle.

When he lifted up a corner of the quilt, he happened to see Gu Weimian being dishonest in his sleep and stretched out his feet again.

Gu Weimian is 1.6cm tall, which is not considered short among girls, but she seems to be smaller than others in everything.

I thought she was just thinner, but it turns out her feet are also very small.

It seemed like her feet could just fit into his palms and be controlled by him.

Not only small, but also white.

There are no scars or calluses on the feet, and it looks like they have never suffered anything since childhood.

Such a pair of small feet, whose artistic beauty is greater than their practical effect, makes Huo Yan very doubtful whether they can really support the weight of a person?

"Well..." Gu Weimian seemed to feel a slight chill and curled up his feet.

Like a frightened kitten hiding in its own nest.

Huo Yan was still holding a corner of the quilt with one hand. For some reason, he was frozen in place and stood motionless.

He is obviously a person with clear goals and few distracting thoughts. I don't know how these messy thoughts came to his mind just now.

However, he always felt that these thoughts were a bit...ashamed to speak out.

Just in the few seconds when Huo Yan fell into self-doubt, Gu Weimian made new movements. She turned over and clamped the quilt, which happened to also suppress Huo Yan's hand.

Huo Yan seemed to have touched a ball of fire and was about to pull his hand out immediately.

But as soon as he moved his hand, he saw Gu Weimian's eyelashes fluttering and he opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, so close.

Huo Yan: "..."

His face froze.

To say what he did, all he did was give Gu Weimian a hot water bottle...

But will Gu Weimian believe it?

His heart sank when he thought of the countless disgusted looks from Gu Weimian and the countless unhappy separations.

No matter what, Gu Weimian couldn't listen to his explanation.

The final result was that the eldest lady lost her temper and left, which he was already used to.

"You...you're back?"

Gu Weimian was a little sleepy and rubbed his eyes, his voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.

Huo Yan glanced at Gu Weimian in surprise.

This tone... there was no fear, fear or disgust at all. It was more like a casual greeting from a sleeping wife who was woken up by her husband who came back from overtime work in the middle of the night.

She said she was a wife...but she wasn't that intimate.

More like an old friend, but a friend? Or an old friend?

Huo Yan's heartbeat was a little fast.

Gu Weimian later realized that something seemed to be pressing down on him, and he lowered his head in confusion.

The lines on the man's extremely handsome face were tense.

"Ah... I'm sorry." Gu Weimian moved away from her body.

When she raised her eyes, what she saw was Huo Yan's blank expression, not knowing how to react.

Huo Yan stood there stunned, Gu Weimian... wasn't he angry?

She hates touching her the most, just like that kiss in the afternoon...

Gu Weimian didn't know what Huo Yan was thinking. She was still in a daze. After realizing it, she found herself lying on the bed in the room. She scratched her hair and said, "Hey, why am I in bed?"

She clearly remembered that she was waiting on that sofa just now. Was it because she was too sleepy that she ran directly to Huo Yan's bed and fell asleep?

Gu Weimian thought deeply.

"You're still awake?" The man's voice was cold, interrupting Gu Weimian's thoughts.

Gu Weimian was startled, said "Oh" in a dull voice, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed silently.

"...I don't want to sleep in your bed."

Maybe she felt too cold at the time...

Huo Yan was silent, and his silence made him look even colder.