Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

After they rinsed their mouths, Yan Huaiming pulled Wanwan into his arms again. It was no longer a light kiss. He kissed her until she was almost breathless and her face flushed red. Yan Huaiming held her fist that was hitting his shoulder and looked at her with a smile: "It has no taste anymore."

He handed her the bag of dried apricots and said, "Eat them. They are very sweet."

Wanwan remembered him standing in front of the candy stall, carefully picking out the candies for a long time.

She took one out, tasted it, and smiled with her eyes curved. "It's really sweet."

She took out another piece and fed it to Yan Huaiming. Yan Huaiming looked at her, took it and ate it in smaller bites than her.

She sat close to him, snuggled in his arm, and ate a bag of apricots like a hamster. Her tender face seemed to glow under the light, and she looked very obedient.

But from the moment he stepped into the room and finished drinking the medicine, she didn't even ask what illness he had.

It's such a waste of pain.

As she was eating, she suddenly remembered something. She put the bag aside, put on her shoes, ran to the dressing table, opened the bottom drawer, and took out his letter.

She handed it to him and said, "Sir, what did you write for me?"

"Oh?" Yan Huaiming asked knowingly, "You don't recognize him?"

Wanwan nodded embarrassedly.

"It's okay," Yan Huaiming said kindly, "I'll find you a teacher tomorrow."

He placed the letter in her palm and said, "Once you learn it, you will understand it."

She didn't show the indescribable expression he expected. Instead, she nodded obediently, looking very expectant. "I understand, sir. I will study hard."

Yan Huaiming suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

This discomfort continued until bedtime. He came out of the shower and tied his belt loosely. Wanwan looked down from his chest and stopped at the belt.

He took away her hand and said, "I'm sick. Go to sleep."

After lying in bed for a while, I don’t know who started to move first, there was a rustling sound in the quilt, Wanwan screamed with a smile, and Yan Huaiming leaned over to cover her mouth.

He kept a serious face and said, "I'm sick."

"You come."

The next morning, Yan Huaiming was about to leave.

Wanwan usually slept soundly, but this time she opened her eyes as soon as he got out of bed. She sat up hugging the quilt. Yan Huaiming turned around and asked, "Did I disturb you?"

"Go to sleep, I'll be gentle."

Wanwan shook her head, something on her mind: "Master, remember to tell them to make me some contraceptive soup."

In matters like this, Nanny Li would not listen to her orders.

Yan Huaiming paused as he put on his clothes. He turned around and looked at her: "You want to drink?"

Wanwan grabbed his sleeve, stood up, knelt on the bed, and looked up at him. "Wanwan knows that her status is low, so she dare not expect anything else. She is just afraid that something unexpected will happen and ruin your reputation."

Yan Huai knew that she was deliberately showing such a pitiful attitude, and every word of the reasons she gave was false.

He said, "If you drink too much cold medicine, not only will you be unable to conceive, it will also damage your body. Or, from now on, I won't touch you?"

He had no expression and spoke in a calm tone. Wanwan was nervous, afraid that he would be angry.

She crawled to his side on her knees, pressed tightly against his body. Before she could speak, she heard him say, "I'm not angry. I'm saying it clearly. You choose."

Wanwan saw that he really didn't seem angry, so she spoke softly, "I'm healthy, so taking the medicine won't be a problem."

He didn't say anything for a long time.

Wanwan looked up at him again, but saw him staring at her with a frighteningly gloomy expression.

"Chu Yanning."

He suddenly called out the name.

He even knew her former last name.

He pulled her hand away from her sleeve and took two steps back.

He asked, "When did I treat you as a slave?"

"It's you."

Wanwan sat on the bed, opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

His tone grew colder. "Today a teacher will come to teach you how to read. You should learn what it means to treat others with sincerity and return a favor. When I come back, I'll examine your lessons carefully."

He stood there, also like a gentleman, and asked, "Did you hear clearly?"

Wanwan nodded in surprise.

He walked out the door before his hair was tied up and said to the maid waiting in the corridor, "Make her a bowl of contraceptive soup."

As soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing. Wanwan heard the sound and ran out, only to see him waving his sleeves and walking away quickly.

Ji Feng came over from the courtyard gate to help him, "Sir, why don't you put on your cloak?"

Yan Huaiming turned a deaf ear and started coughing again, but he didn't stop walking and walked straight out of the yard.

Nanny Li rushed over from the other end of the corridor and asked, "What happened? Why did I hear the young master coughing so hard?"

The maids all lowered their heads in silence. Nanny Li approached and saw Wanwan standing blankly by the open doorway, enjoying the breeze. It had rained all night and it was very cold outside. She quickly pushed her into the house and said, "Oh my, my girl, you're going to piss me off to death!"

Until the maid who was ordered came forward and reported: "The master asked me to make a bowl of contraceptive soup."

Nanny Li glanced at Wanwan, who was sitting there blankly. After making some guesses, she said to the maid, "I understand. You go out first."

The door closed, and Nanny Li walked over to Wanwan. "The girl is still young, it's normal for her not to want to have children."

"But I have something to say to the girl."

"When the young master was little, he also called me mother." Nanny Li looked at Wanwan, "He sent me to serve the young lady. The young lady should understand his heart."

"No one in the entire courtyard is arranged arbitrarily. How they treat the girl is up to her own feelings."

"The young master has seen countless beauties, some with stunning looks, but you are the only one he has seen over the years."

Wanwan said nothing, just sat there blankly, her head down, looking at her fingers, her mind in a mess.

She thought of Yan Huaiming saying, "When did I ever treat you as a slave?", and then her image of him coughing and walking out quickly appeared in her mind.

What she thought about more was that he called her "Chu Yanning".

She abandoned this surname many years ago.

She crawled out from the corpses scattered on the ground, running barefoot after the crowd, with rain of arrows and flames behind her. She was trapped in the whistling wind and panicked screams. There was fresh blood under her feet, and she ran forward, with bright red blood spots splattering all over her calves.

From then on, she was just the orphan Yan Ning.

She shouldn't have thought about this.

Wanwan opened the window and it was raining outside again. She stretched her hand out the window and a drop of rain from the eaves fell into her palm.

It has been raining a lot recently.

She recalled the sound of rain outside the window last night. Yan Huai woke up in the morning, held her in his arms and kissed her gently. His voice was so soft it sounded like a sigh. He said, "It's so quiet here."

He didn't know she had woken up. When she opened her eyes, he had already sat up. She could only see his soft profile.

What is he angry about?

He seemed to love her.

A handful of rainwater had accumulated in the palm of her hand. She slowly turned her palm over and the water fell to the ground.

She grew up in a dance studio and has seen too much love.

Love is like accumulating water, it comes so easily, but it is even easier to spill it.