Saving The Villain Boy

"your hands…"

As soon as Yan Qiwei spoke, Liang Xiao followed her gaze and looked at the back of her hand. After catching a glimpse of the blood stain, she took a break and hurriedly hid her right hand behind her: "It's okay."

"You bleed." She frowned slightly, lowering her voice, "Let me see."

He seemed a little resistant to let her see his hand, but under Yan Qiwei's gaze he still obediently stretched it out and let her gently take off the gloves.

The boy's slender and thin fingers were covered with calluses and frostbite, which showed a terrible purple-red color from the cold, and the back of the hand was also red and swollen, making her frightened to see it.

In addition, there were whip marks of various sizes on his hand. At this time, he had cracked several times because of the cold, oozing blood red.

Compared with him, the little girl next to her was much more beautiful with her bright, white hands. A little bit of inexplicable cowardice and low self-esteem came to her heart. Liang Xiao didn't dare to look at her expression, pursing her lips and lowering her head.

She hadn't spoken for a long time, she must have been terrified by his ugly body.

Since returning home, he has been wearing gloves, careful not to show the hideous wounds on his body.

Whenever he sees them, Liang Xiao can't help but think of those piercing experiences and unforgettable pains, and...how ugly he is.

If the mother Chen Jiayi or Aunt Shen standing in front of him at this time, he might not feel so embarrassed and ashamed. He doesn't know why, he just doesn't want her to see himself so embarrassed.

Liang Xiao timidly retracted her hand and heard the little girl speak bitterly: "I should chop off her hand at that time."

He didn't realize the meaning of this sentence for a while, and when he raised his eyes boldly, Yan Qiwei pulled his wrist which was still intact by Yan Qiwei.

She didn't wear gloves, and the warm and soft feeling trickled into Liang Xiao's body through her sleeves, causing him to shrink.

Yan Qiwei remembered that he resisted other people's touch, so she quickly let go. She was so guilty that she said to him at a loss: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect your hand injury to be so serious. There are spare medicines at home, and I will take you to apply some."

Her eyes were clear and clear, without the disgust and fear she had imagined, but frowned distressedly. Liang Xiao followed Yan Qiwei without a word, her fingers moved slightly, and all her attention stayed where she had just been held.

He was actually a little greedy for that warmth.

Yan Qiwei quickly found iodophor and anti-inflammatory ointment. Liang Xiao's hands were so red and swollen that she could only help with the medicine.

"Are you in pain? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm an idiot, idiot, idiot!"

She didn't stop scolding herself, she couldn't get rid of her anger in any way, her eyes poured down on the back of his bruised hand, and her heart was more uncomfortable than bleeding herself.

She should have thought of it long ago. Although most of Liang Xiao's injury has been cured, it is still in a stage that needs to be taken care of. It was cold in winter, and he did not prevent him from touching the snow, which would definitely aggravate the injury.

Liang Xiao always comforted awkwardly: "It's okay, I don't hurt."

In fact, how can it not hurt.

The painful and itchy tearing sensation filled the pain nerves, like countless small knives cut on the fingers. But the girl who lowered her eyebrows to give him medicine was too gentle, and every movement was like a splash of water. She looked up at him from time to time, lest he frowned in pain.

In the past days, after being injured, he often had to curl up in a corner to endure alone, allowing the heart-piercing pain to swallow up his consciousness. Crying or resisting will only get more cruel punishment. If it really hurts, close your eyes. Sleep is the best painkiller.

No one has ever spoken to him so softly, with a gentle gaze that is warmer than the spring sun, shining on the barren and bleak heart of a young man.

It only takes one glance, and the torrential pain is quietly and gently smoothed.

It was almost evening when Yan Qiwei finished applying the medicine. When she raised her head, she met Liang Xiao's eyes.

In the winter sunset, wandering lazily on the soft black hair and long eyelashes of the young man, coating his entire face with a soft golden light. He hurriedly looked away, his eyes were as bright as water, and he looked a little shy.

So good, I want to touch it.

She used almost all of her self-control before she managed to stop her eager right hand, and cast her gaze out the window in order to divert her attention.

The snowman in the courtyard is diagonally across from the window, looking like a white monster grinning from a distance, and the room it is facing...seems to be Liang Bozhong's bedroom.

The kid never gave Liang Xiao a good face from beginning to end, no, she had to avenge him.

That night, the much-loved little son of the Liang family was so scared that he broke his throat.

He just fought until midnight like countless nights in the past when he stayed up late to play games, and when his eyes were sore and tired and raised his head, he saw a scene of extreme horror.

—A bloated, black-haired woman in red is standing in the courtyard, facing the direction of his window. The evening breeze blew her long hair, revealing a hideous face and sharp teeth, and a bright light from an unknown source hit her pale face, adding a bit of ghastly.

Liang Bozhong was very short-sighted, and he could only see the woman's general figure in a vague manner. Just one glance was enough to scare him and cry: "Help, there is a ghost! A ghost in red!"

Since falling down the stairs, he had been cast in a cast on his leg. At this moment, he was so scared that he could not move. He could only collapse on a chair and scream. Even running away became an extravagant hope. How could it be a tragic word.

When the servants heard the sound, they looked out of the window, and they were all scared to stand upright, but when they looked closely, they found that the so-called female ghost was just a snowman in a wig and a red coat.

The weird light came from the flashlight placed in front of the snowman. As for the fangs in Liang Bozhong's mouth... it was actually the teeth that My Neighbor Totoro showed when he was smiling.

That's right, it was not the ordinary snowman that scared him to tears, but the grinning Totoro.

After learning the news, Young Master Liang cried even louder.

Liang Xiao was awakened by his yelling.

From the intermittent "girl ghost in red" and "standing in the courtyard", he probably guessed what happened.

The little girl who always smiled seriously told him after bandaging the wound that she wanted to dress up the snowman. At that time Liang Xiao was worried that she felt that she didn't make a good-looking pile. Now thinking about it, maybe Liang Wei has made up her mind to scare people since then.

He smiled unconsciously, picked up the phone from the bedside table, and saw that her head was still brightly lit.

Liang Xiao had never used a smart phone before, and the way to use it was taught to him by Chen Jiayi when he was hospitalized. There were a few people lying quietly in the contact Li'an, and he saw the name at a glance.

He felt a little nervous when his fingertips touched the screen, but before Liang Xiao could type, the message from the person opposite popped up at the same time.

[Thank you for taking me to make a snowman today, I am so happy! Let's play together again when you have time, good night! ]

A stream of heat spread from the back of his head to his whole body, and he suddenly felt a lot of sultry heat, so he simply buried his head in a warm and thick quilt, and started typing awkwardly with his fingers.

[you are welcome. ]

After sending it, hesitated for a while and continued to fight: [Did you frighten him on purpose? ]

[Yes, hahaha, I just wanted to scare him, but I didn’t expect to make the little guy cry, who would let him bully you all day. ]

She sent an embarrassing emoji, and the next message popped up again soon.

[You don’t want to complain to him! The two of us are accomplices. ]

Accomplices.

For the first time, Liang Xiao felt that the word was kind of cute and inexplicable. The fifteen-year-old boy's world is empty, unlike other children who have many secret feelings and careful thoughts, he just feels that when he is with this girl, he will feel the peace and happiness that he has not seen for a long time.

It's a feeling I haven't had in too long.

However, he would never have thought that the little girl who was gentle and kind in his own eyes was holding the phone at this time, smiling silently with an extremely idiotic expression.

She was actually chatting with Liang Xiao using Penguin software!

ultra! fast! fun!

You must know that since she liked Liang Xiao, she used various network resources to quietly ask for his contact information. It is a pity that Yan Qiwei has a guilty heart, because she has not found any reliable reason, and she has never applied for being a friend.

I'm really good.

In fact, what Yan Qiwei said was the truth. Liang Bozhong seemed to be uncomfortable, so she didn't seem to be a timid character. She didn't know that this child would be frightened like this, and she would inevitably feel a little guilty for a while.

Ask him to eat spicy strips another day!

There is an old Chinese saying that happiness creates sorrow.

Yan Qiwei was happily rolling over the bed the day before, and when she woke up the next day, she developed a high fever.

She is in poor physique. It is not uncommon for her to have a fever and a cold. Uncle Chen took her to the hospital in a familiar manner, accompanied by Aunt Shen and Liang Xiao.

Liang Bozhong sent a message with a grudge: [The wicked have their own reward! ]

In the original world, Yan Qiwei is physically strong, and she has not been to the hospital except for routine examinations. At this moment, Miss Yan, who thought she was not afraid of the sky, suddenly withered as she lay on the bed and watched the nurse reveal the sharp needle.

She has been spoiled since she was a child and has never suffered at all, so she is especially painful, and her face wrinkles all at once.

She is a fairy, and the fairies never get injections or medicine when they are sick, as long as they drink the morning dew.

Aunt Shen was amused by her expression, and softly comforted: "Don't be afraid of Weiwei, you never frowned before getting an injection."

But she is not Liang Wei after all.

Thinking about it carefully, the little girl is actually not easy—weak and sick, and lost her father at a young age. I don’t know how many nights she was awakened from pain. In order to prevent Chen Jiayi from worrying, all the pain was swallowed back to the bottom of her heart, even her death after a heart attack. Also quietly; after her mother remarried, she entered a completely unrelated family. Although Liang Qi had always treated her well, Liang Wei was somewhat inferior at home.

Yan Qiwei thought quietly, thank you for your body, please, please, you must bless me in heaven, it is too difficult to catch Liang Xiao.

Liang Xiao didn't know that he had appeared in the imagination of the little girl in front of him, standing stiffly at the head of the bed, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of her hand holding the bed sheet tightly in fear.

He pursed his lips, then said softly: "Can you tell me the story of My Neighbor Totoro?"

"No problem!" Suddenly named by the male god, Yan Qiwei became interested, her eyes lit up, "It is an elf that lives in the forest, and often appears on the highway in the cat bus when it rains..."

She spoke intently, completely unaware that the needle had been inserted into the blood vessel.

Aunt Shen glanced at her, then turned her gaze to Liang Xiao who listened carefully to her endless storytelling, raised her brows and smiled silently.

Oh, young people still have a way.

It's easy to get sleepy when she has a fever. Yan Qiwei couldn't help but fight her eyelids as she talked. After insisting on telling the last storyline, she said goodbye to the two of them and fell asleep.

She slept very hard this time, and when she opened her eyes reluctantly and blankly, she was shocked by the sight in front of her and fell asleep.

—The huge pink rabbit doll, the girly chandeliers, the wall of game animation posters and the banners with the words "Come on, don't dove".

This is not a hospital, nor is it Liang Wei's bedroom.

She froze for a while before realizing that this was her home.

Yan Qiwei's home.

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