Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Ruan Xingchen opened his mouth with difficulty and subconsciously raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Want to cry?"

There seemed to be a hint of confusion in her eyes as she lowered her eyes to look at the blood on her palm.

As if confused and helpless, he whispered, "Why would I want to cry? I've seen too much blood and experienced too many separations and deaths."

In her previous life, she watched her grandmother and Shen Nai leave her.

Watching yourself get betrayed, watching your life fade away?

She is not a flower in a greenhouse that has never experienced wind and rain. How could she cry just because someone was hurt?

She hasn't felt the taste of tears for a long time.

Ever since her rebirth, she has wanted to live with a smile.

No matter whether everything goes smoothly or is difficult and bumpy, she is unwilling to cry.

How could I possibly want to cry now?

She found it ridiculous.

Even if He Rongcheng is very likely her biological father, even if He Rongcheng is trying to protect her.

But can this erase his nearly twenty years of dereliction of duty?

Huo Yan looked at her like this and felt extremely distressed.

She must not know how pale her face is now and how fragile she looks.

It's like a statue made of white jade, which will fall apart if you are not careful.

She should be cool, free, unrestrained, casual and powerful.

It shouldn't be so fragile like glass.

What's more, he was well aware of her life experience. How many separations and deaths had she experienced?

Are you talking about Ruan Zeming and Xiao Bai?

A hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, but Huo Yan was too busy to pay attention to such a small problem at this moment.

His slender index finger touched her eyelid, and the warm fingertip touched her long eyelashes and then left.

He held her in his arms and said in a low voice, "Madam's tears have already flowed."

How could she not want to cry?

She tried so hard to open her eyes, but her eye sockets were still as red as a rabbit's, and big tears oozed from the corners of her eyes.

Like pearls rolling down.

Ruan Xingchen was stunned.

she cried?

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and gently touched his cheek.

One hand is wet and cold.

Only then did she realize that big tears had been silently sliding down her cheeks since she didn't know when, and her cheeks were already covered with tear marks.

She nestled in Huo Yan's arms, clutching his collar tightly, and finally couldn't help it after a long while.

Let your arrow twitch and cry silently.

Her tears quickly soaked the fabric on her chest, and Huo Yan could feel the wetness and warmth on his chest.

But her crying was silent and calm. She was shaking all over as if she was gritting her teeth, but she refused to make the slightest sound, letting her tears pool on his chest.

This made him feel even more distressed, and he hugged her and kept kissing her on the top of her head.

His voice was gentle and soothing her over and over again: "Cry, cry. It's okay, I'm here for you. It's okay, don't worry, ma'am."

Ruan Xingchen didn't respond, but grabbed the fabric at his collar and cried bitterly.

Huo Yan inserted his fingers into her thick hair and gently massaged her scalp.

He held her in his arms considerately, making her position more comfortable.

It seemed as if all the fear and numbness were cried out along with tears, and Ruan Xingchen gradually calmed down.

With red eyes, she leaned in Huo Yan's arms, her voice a little hoarse from crying, and whispered, "Mr. Huo, do you think Mr. He is really my biological father?"

There was confusion in her eyes, and she didn't know whether she was asking Huo Yan or herself. She said, "If he is, why didn't he show up for the past twenty years? What is his relationship with my mother? If he is not, why did he do this?"

Her throat felt dry, and she realized how difficult it was for her to just assume that He Rongcheng was not her biological father.

He Rongcheng is truly the most perfect father that one could imagine.

Elegant and handsome, calm and reliable.

Like a towering tree, it will always stand in front of you to protect you from wind and rain.

Gentle but measured, principled but tolerant.

Even if Ruan Xingchen had some grudges against such a man, she had to admit that it was hard to hate him after the first contact with him.

He is a truly charming middle-aged man.

If she was not his daughter, why would he rush to the mountain overnight without hesitation when he heard the news that she was in trouble in H City where he was unfamiliar with the place?

And why did he stand in front of her without hesitation the moment he saw the shooting?

Ruan Xingchen clenched his fists, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She didn't know what she was expecting in her heart.

"Whether he did or not, it's a fact that he saved the lady."

Huo Yan put his arms around Ruan Xingchen and considerately unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and handed it to her.

Seeing that her throat was dry, she gulped down a few big mouthfuls with a faint smile in her eyes.

Then he continued, "Madam, don't worry about these things. Just act according to your own conscience. Technology is so advanced now. Can we do a paternity test after Mr. He wakes up?"

"As for the reason, when Mr. He wakes up, Madam can ask him in person."

In his eyes, everything in the world always seems to be clearly understood.

No matter how complex the problems and relationships are, he always manages to get straight to the point.

Huo Yan kissed her forehead and whispered, "As your wife, you don't need to think too much about who you want to make friends with. As long as you are happy, you can do whatever you want."

His dark eyes were filled with tenderness and determination, and he spared no effort to support her.

It seemed that as long as she was happy, he would support her no matter what choice she made.

He does have the confidence to say such things.

Being loved so tenderly and deeply, Ruan Xingchen's originally confused heart felt a faint warmth.

The panic, confusion and struggle seemed to gradually dissipate.

Why should she think so much?

Since she admires He Rongcheng so much, would she hate him if he was not her father?

of course not.

What happened back then will naturally become clear when He Rongcheng wakes up, and it won't be too late to decide on your attitude towards him then.

Just like Huo Yan said, no matter what, it was a fact that He Rongcheng saved her.

"I listen to Mr. Huo."

She smiled calmly, her cheek pressed against the man's chest, subconsciously wanting to rub it gently.

However, there was a wet spot on my face.

Ruan Xingchen rarely showed a hint of embarrassment. Her jade-like fingers gently tapped the cloth on the man's chest, her long eyelashes trembling. "I got Mr. Huo's clothes wet."

"As long as my lady is happy, you can get me all wet if you want."

Seeing that she had regained some vitality, Huo Yan felt relieved and his thin lips curled up slightly.