Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

After everyone had gone to sleep, Zhou Xiaxia deliberately made noise in the room late at night.

After waiting quietly for a while, sure enough, there was a knock on the door. It seems that her new follower is quite perceptive.

But he couldn't let it go for what he did to upset her today. Even though they were family, she wasn't that forgiving.

She had to demand some interest before she could forgive this clueless, wooden man.

Zhou Xiaxia heard the knocking and smiled triumphantly.

"Come in."

As a result, the person outside pushed the door open a little slowly, and she felt that her little mechanism was not working very well.

He frowned, thinking of walking closer to the door to operate it manually, but his foot slipped and he fell forward.

"what!"

Zhou Xiaxia closed her eyes tightly, thinking that she was doomed this time. She had already planned to tear Wei Xun to pieces. It was all his fault for being too slow.

The next second, I fell into someone's arms, and things clattered and crashed all over the floor. Ice mixed with water poured down from above the door.

Hey, why isn't she in pain?

He slowly opened his eyes and found that Wei Xun had encircled and protected him, and ice and water were being thrown at him.

Although I got what I wanted, the way I did it felt a bit unfair.

Zhou Xiaxia wasn't actually feeling sorry for Wei Xun. After all, she only recognized Wen Shitang, Gu Xiyan, and Xiaoyu in her heart. The others were insignificant people, and their deaths or injuries were none of her business.

But after she finished taking revenge on Wei Xun, she still planned to include him in her own group.

She wanted him to be teased and suffer a little, not for him to take the initiative to protect her and suffer.

These are two different concepts, and I felt a little guilty despite my anger.

"Well, well, from now on I really forgive you."

Wei Xun had already protected her and moved away a step after the ice bucket had completely landed.

He was soaking wet and silent, like a large dog that had been caught in the rain.

Zhou Xiaxia touched her nose guiltily. She had never felt guilty about bullying others before.

Although those people were just as much of a scoundrel as her, never doing anything good.

Thinking about it this way, isn't Wei Xun actually a bit innocent?

"I...I'm going to sleep now. You should go to sleep early too. Goodnight."

After saying that, she didn't dare to look at him anymore, turned around and walked towards the bed, but the floor was still wet, and unsurprisingly she almost tripped and fell again.

Wei Xun steadily supported her.

Zhou Xiaxia brushed his hand away, glanced at the ground, and then looked up at Wei Xun, whose face remained expressionless.

She sighed in annoyance. Sure enough, you can't bully honest people. These damn fools are destined to be helped by God. Look, she almost got her comeuppance.

He steadied himself, straightened his expression, and said calmly:

"Wei Xun, you...you're doing great."

He patted him on the shoulder as he spoke.

Then he glanced at the ground, tentatively and cautiously walked on it, and sure enough, he didn't fall again, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn feudal superstition! She knelt before the saints for so many years, and even studying them didn't bring her any blessings. Now, even walking down the street doesn't bring her any protection. She's utterly useless.

Even a sage would sue her for slander if he heard this.

She doesn't reflect on her actions at all, so she hasn't put any effort into her studies. As for walking, the water on the ground is still her own doing.

Wei Xun reached out his hand to help her up, then pulled it back, as if afraid she might be careless again.

Watching the person walk to the bedside, she stood there helplessly for a while, silently cleaned up the floor, and then turned and left.

Zhou Xiaxia felt strangely guilty. This follower was quiet but observant and quite loyal. It seemed that she had indeed gone too far.

Oh well, I'll just treat him better in the future and make him take the blame less often.

Zhou Xiaxia's repentance should have come quickly and gone even faster, but fate had other plans.

If she hadn't seen Wei Xun sick the next day, she would have long forgotten about the idea of ​​being nicer to him.

Wei Xun was forced to lie on the bed, and he was at a loss, his brows furrowed.

He was partly responsible for the bucket of ice water last night, but he also had his own reasons, perhaps because he lived right next to Zhou Xiaxia, separated by only a wall, and he couldn't sleep that night.

I felt a little uncomfortable when I woke up, but it was really a very minor problem; at most, my throat was slightly itchy.

Early in the morning, he couldn't help but cough once; he swear, just once.

So Zhou Xiaxia had her men surround him and restrain him on the bed, preventing him from moving.

She sat beside him like a commander, watching him being examined by the doctor; it was a really strange feeling.

The doctor did indeed find something wrong with him; there was a bruise on his back.

He was indeed hit by a bucket, but with his thick skin and frequent minor and major injuries, a bruise like that doesn't really count as an injury.

However, Zhou Xiaxia was determined to make him lie down because she thought his injuries were serious.

The intention is good, but if your back really hurts, wouldn't lying down and pressing on it make it hurt even more?

Wei Xun's assessment of her was: kind-hearted, but perhaps lacking in common sense; a well-protected young lady, which is understandable.

As for the murderous intent he had towards him last time? It's good to be wary and have some sharp edges. It's not a good thing for someone with a truly timid and harmless personality to stay in the Wen family, since there are many enemies outside.

What happened last night was an even bigger prank; it was clearly very clumsy and she almost hurt herself.

In short, he's not dead, and besides, his current job is as a bodyguard, so putting her first is his mission.

Seeing that everyone who had been busy inside had left, he tried to get up, but Zhou Xiaxia, sitting to the side, glared at him.

I lay back down silently, and things gradually started to get very strange.

He lay there, and Zhou Xiaxia watched him from the side.

After feeling awkward for a while, Wei Xun finally spoke up:

"Small…"

"Xiaxia, just call me Xiaxia."

Zhou Xiaxia was quite agreeable at this moment, staring at his face repeatedly.

It seems like they are looking at someone else.

Wei Xun knew that she had said before that he resembled someone she knew, and later she copied his appearance every day. When she was drawing, she always said that he was dull and not like Lin Nian.

The person she was drawing was Lin Nian, but to this day he still doesn't know what Lin Nian looks like.

The reason was simple: he had seen Zhou Xiaxia's paintings, and her style was rather straightforward and simple.

The V09 camera knew that Wei Xun had secretly hidden a painting, but if it knew that he had such a friendly opinion on those scribbles, it would probably have called him a blind man.

Zhou Xiaxia watched for a while, then sighed deeply, seemingly in a bad mood.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Wei Xun, I will be good to you from now on."

Zhou Xiaxia suddenly made a promise, then got up and left.

Lying in bed, Wei Xun felt a heavy weight in his heart. He couldn't quite tell if it was because he sensed she was in a bad mood but couldn't think of any words to comfort her, or because he hadn't asked her about Lin Nian, whom he was curious about but had never met.

Or perhaps, it's uncertain whether the subject of her sudden promise was actually someone else.

Her special feelings for him, and the reason she had the idea of ​​bringing him over to be her follower, was it also because of someone else?

He was not good at speaking, but he was especially bad at it in front of her. He appeared silent and composed, but his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

Wei Xun knew that his heart was in turmoil, not only because of his unexpressed and presumptuous feelings, but also because of jealousy—jealousy of a man he had never met.