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Chapter 13

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    When the porridge was bottoming out, Huo Yuan said casually: "When I left, you were still lying on the bed and couldn't move. I've only been in Southeast City for a few days, are you alright?"

    Bai Yutong's hand holding the bowl was stiff, and his slightly downcast eyes flickered.

    When I looked up again, the smile disappeared, but bitterness: "I'm afraid you will be in danger, so I took the Tou Ti Dan."

    "What did you say?!"

    Huo Yuan's beautiful eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "Are you an idiot? Although that elixir can temporarily restore you, it will suffer from heart-biting pain every night for a whole month!"

    He comforted softly: "As long as you are safe, the pain is nothing."

    She yelled angrily: "Is everyone dead in Xuanji Pavilion except you? Can't you send someone else?"

    "Except for me, who can find you and take you away?"

    Huo Yuan was at a loss for words, and let out a long sigh: "Bai Yutong, I don't know why you treated me like this, but you made me feel a lot of pressure."

    He raised his lowered head and looked at her incomprehensibly: "Why? Me, I just"

    He spoke incoherently, and he finally found a suitable reason: "Is it because I won't let you out?"

    Huo Yuan shook her head, she couldn't explain herself clearly.

    He stared closely into her eyes: "Yuan'er, I'm very afraid that I will lose you"

    This sentence, which was similar to a confession, was a bit heavy to Huo Yuan's ears.

    She said lightly: "I know."

    But I don't understand.

    After a few days of careful care, Huo Yuan's face became more and more rosy and healthy, but Bai Yutong became more and more haggard and pale.

    Looking blankly at Bai Yutong's dark circles, she was extremely depressed.

    There is really such a stupid person who eats through the body pill in order to lie.

    "What do you know, Yuan'er is so easy to deceive?! If you dare to speak out, I will skin you!"

    It sighed, what a match made in heaven, one to pluck and the other to peel.

    Feeling Bai Yutong's stern gaze, Dadai, who was hiding behind the chopsticks barrel, trembled.

    Next to the bustling street stalls.

    Bai Yutong smiled: "This is the little wonton you often eat."

    Huo Yuan looked at the boss guarding the pot, and couldn't help saying in surprise: "This place is far away from Xuanji Pavilion."

    "Yes, but it will be very fast if you go through the teleportation array, and it will come here."

    His tone was relaxed, and his fingers slid from side to side, indicating that it was really fast.

    "Your Huoyunburn, please use it slowly."

    Huo Yuan looked into the bowl depressedly: "Huo Yun Shao?"

    He smiled brightly: "I think your name is more appropriate, it is Little Wonton."

    The corner of her mouth twitched: "If I hadn't lived with you for more than ten years, it would be really hard for me to imagine that you are the owner of Xuanji Pavilion."

    "Shh, you have to keep a low profile when you come out. Otherwise it won't be fun."

    He smiled happily and grabbed the chopsticks: "Eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

    In Xuanji Pavilion, I always saw him with a mature, stable, strategizing and profound appearance. Now I am surprised to see such a cynical side of him on the street!

    "Are you really Hitomi Bai Yu? Could it be someone who faked it?"

    Huo Yuan looked at him suspiciously.

    He put down his chopsticks, stretched out his hand to scrape her little nose habitually, and said with a smile, "Silly Yuaner."

    She touched her nose, and saw that a wonton had been delivered to her eyes.

    "It's an apology for scratching your little nose."

    "childish!"

    Huo Yuan rolled her eyes at him, and grabbed the chopsticks self-consciously.

    Wonton sent it forward again: "Excuse me, my hands are sore."

    Seeing that she ignored her, he spoke again, with a coquettish tone: "Come on, it's just a wonton." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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