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

He examined her carefully, inch by inch.

"I'm fine." Ruan Xingchen gave him a bright smile: "Look, I'm not hurt."

After confirming that she was standing in front of him safely, the man visibly relaxed a little, and his eyes gradually softened.

Whenever he thought about how, if he had been just a little bit later, the machete would have stabbed into her thin and frail body, and the scene of blood splattering everywhere, Huo Yan's heart was filled with indescribable negative emotions.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, tightening his grip without a word.

It was as if he was trying to squeeze her whole body into his ribs.

Ruan Xingchen's wounds were so painful that even his ribs seemed to be broken under his force.

But she didn't react at all, as if she didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, she smiled even more brightly.

Her eyes and brows were particularly gentle in the dark night. She hugged him back and took a deep breath.

She had never felt that a person's presence could make her feel so at ease.

Rubbing his shoulder lightly, Ruan Xingchen suddenly smirked, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "Huo Yan, you looked so handsome when you hit someone just now. I want to kiss you."

Not sure if it was because of her light breath or her bold words, but Huo Yan's ears instantly turned red.

His throat rolled slightly, and he glared at her helplessly, half warning and half doting: "I'll deal with you when we get back."

Ruan Xingchen stuck out her tongue slightly, feeling a little guilty.

Rolling her eyes, she changed the subject: "Huo Yan, can you stand up?"

"The wound has split." When talking about his injury, Huo Yan was exceptionally calm, and even analyzed calmly: "I may need new stitches, but it won't have much impact on the bone."

He had just had the surgery and should have waited until the wound healed before starting rehabilitation.

Just now, when I saw her in danger, my potential burst out and I rushed over subconsciously.

Fortunately, Boss Sun was not very strong, and he was pinned to the ground and beaten the entire time, without increasing the burden on his legs.

"Hurry up and sit down and rest." Ruan Xingchen suddenly became anxious. He pushed him into the wheelchair and lifted up his trouser legs: "Let me see if it's serious..."

The stitches were torn open and blood gushed out.

Ruan Xingchen felt both distressed and angry. He glared at Boss Sun, who was screaming in pain on the ground with his large, distinct eyes. "He really deserves to be beaten to death."

Boss Sun shuddered.

This couple is even more ruthless than him, a gangster.

He was really afraid that they would ignore him and beat him to death here.

Huo Yan not only did not dissuade him, but instead raised his gloomy eyes and looked at him coldly, his voice icy: "It's not too late to beat him to death now."

"Forget it." Ruan Xingchen tore off a clean strip of cloth and wrapped it around his bleeding leg, mumbling dejectedly, "It's not worth getting blood on my hands for such a scum. The law will punish him."

Boss Sun was more grateful than ever for the protection of the law and for the first time supported the law from the bottom of his heart.

Huo Yan didn't respond. He raised his hand and rubbed the bruise on her lips gently with his thumb.

Ruan Xingchen subconsciously dodged the subtle touch, "It's so itchy."

"Does it hurt?" He didn't stop, his dark eyes were gloomy and he asked with an expression that was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"It doesn't hurt." Guilt welled up in her heart again. Ruan Xingchen rubbed that spot and lowered her eyes: "Maybe I accidentally hurt myself. It's just a minor injury. I'm used to it. It will be healed soon."

All the children in the slums grow up wild, and the best way to solve problems is to fight.

In order to become the king of the kids here, she didn’t know how many times she had to fight every day in the beginning.

What's a little bruise?

The light from the back door was dim and fell on her face, as if the whole world was focused on her.

Her bright and beautiful face was covered with blood, dust and bruises, which made her look even more unruly and disheveled.

Her ponytail was tied high, and her figure was slender but not weak, appearing exceptionally tough. Crouching in front of him and looking up at her did not make her appear weak, but rather the outline of her body lines added to her allure.

She was different from all the girls he had ever met, almost completely overturning his definition of a girl, but she did not make people feel masculine.

Her feminine qualities were not erased. She was a completely different color in this world. She broke into his life with a domineering attitude and captured his attention.

Huo Yan's pupils were dark, showing no emotion. He stroked the wound at the corner of her mouth with his thumb twice again without saying a word.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, Ruan Xingchen subconsciously moved her toes.

He then lowered his head and saw her bare pair of jade-white feet stepping on the rough cement floor, which was stained with dust and blood.

I don’t know if it was an accidental cut on my foot or someone else’s blood.

"Well..." Ruan Xingchen subconsciously explained, "It's too troublesome to chase people in high heels, so I took them off..."

Under his gaze, the voice gradually became smaller and smaller.

Huo Yan remained silent, bent down slightly in his wheelchair, put his arms under her armpits, and exerted a little force.

"Hey, your leg!" Ruan Xingchen screamed.

He actually picked her up and held her horizontally on his lap.

"You're so light, it's okay." Huo Yan tightened his arms to prevent her from struggling, and said calmly, "Don't move, you'll touch my blade."

Ruan Xingchen suddenly froze.

Just at this moment, the police rushed over and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Boss Sun lying on the ground.

Several police officers from the West Street Police Station were familiar with Ruan Xingchen's face. Seeing their posture, they laughed jokingly, "Oh, we meet again, Ms. Ruan."

Ruan Xingchen nodded reluctantly.

"Ms. Ruan's private car is nice." The middle-aged police officer gave a thumbs-up, his eyes full of smiles. "But for now, you should take our police car. Our police car is faster than your private car."

Ruan Xingchen's face suddenly turned red. He moved his legs to get down, but was held even tighter.

"Excuse me." Huo Yan's expression remained calm as he nodded, "Her foot is injured. I'll take her to the car."

"You must be Mr. Huo! I'll show you the way."

The female police officer who had kindly reminded me before had bright eyes and took the initiative to step forward to lead the way.

Ahhhh, I got it! This couple is so sweet!

It’s not that people on the Internet haven’t said that Huo Yan has disabled legs, is gloomy and unstable, is in a semi-crazy state, and is not worthy of Ruan Xingchen at all.

Bah! Those keyboard warriors should really be called in to take a closer look.

Even if Mr. Huo is lame, he is still a thousand times better than the greasy Chinese man who is full of self-confidence.

He is handsome and rich, and most importantly, he is so domineering and considerate to Ms. Ruan. They are a perfect match!

The little policewoman's inner drama was full of things, and the two of them were completely unaware of it.

Ruan Xingchen was held on Huo Yan's lap and wheeled through the nightclub, receiving countless stares from people along the way, her face flushed so red it was almost burning.