Uncle Zhao was also shocked when he saw Huo Lan appearing with Fu Li on his back, "Miss Li, this is..."
"Drunk."
Huo Lan explained, "I couldn't drive after drinking. The place to eat is close to here, so I took her here to rest."
"Go in quickly, hurry up..."
Huo Lan stayed here for one night, but he didn't know which room Fu Li stayed in.
Under the guidance of Uncle Zhao, Huo Lan carried Fu Li back to her room.
Huo Lan originally wanted to wash Fu Li's face and wipe his hands, but found that Fu Li was holding her belt tightly.
"Lili?"
Huo Lan shouted a few times, but Fu Li was very drunk and didn't react at all. He couldn't untie his belt, and it was unsightly to do so. Fu Li's hands were tightened again.
Really afraid of hurting her hand, Huo Lan had to say to Uncle Zhao, "Can you get me a basin of hot water and I'll wash her face."
"Uncle, please wait a moment."
Soon, Uncle Zhao filled some hot water and brought a towel over, watching Huo Lan carefully wash her face and wipe her hands.
"Uncle Zhao, could you please give me the footbath again?" Huo Lan asked Uncle Zhao for help.
Fu Li walked with him for so long in the afternoon, and he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't wash up.
Uncle Zhao naturally had no objection.
He fetched water again.
Huo Lan sat on the edge of the bed, laid Fu Li down, put her legs on his lap, then bent down to wet the foot-washing towel, and gently wiped her snow-white feet.
Seeing Huo Lan's almost twisted posture, Uncle Zhao couldn't stand it and said, "Uncle, let me do it."
As he was about to take the towel in his hand, Huo Lan quickly took it away and refused, saying, "Uncle Zhao, it's okay. How can you be so old at your age and let you serve others like this? I'll just do it."
Uncle Zhao's understanding of Huo Lan was limited to what he saw on the news.
I heard before that Huo Lan has a hot temper and is very cruel and ruthless.
But he had seen her several times, and it seemed like he had a different feeling every time.
"Uncle, you are so kind to Miss Li." Uncle Zhao couldn't help but blush, and even said a few words, "When Miss Li was injured before, there was no one to help or rely on, but now she is no longer alone.
.”
Hearing this, Huo Lan was startled when he wiped Fu Li's feet.
He looked up at Uncle Zhao in surprise and asked doubtfully, "Was Lili often injured before?"
Uncle Zhao realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and immediately shut up in panic.
Just now, he suddenly thought that Fu Li would have someone to rely on in the future. He felt sorry for Fu Li, so he couldn't control his mouth.
But Huo Lan suddenly understood how much Fu Li reported good news but not bad news.
When they were shopping in the afternoon, Fu Li talked about many of his experiences, including those that made him nervous, but in the end they were all near misses.
But unfortunately, she didn't say anything about her injury.
She said that she was the most talented and intelligent disciple in history. She was very good at learning mystical arts, and her brothers and sisters were no match for her.
When he thought about how she had recovered Abao, and how there were spiritual beasts like Bai Hao, Huo Lan automatically thought that she was very powerful and never got hurt.
When Uncle Zhao said this, he was shocked to realize that Fu Li was not uninjured, but she just didn't tell him.
In order to prevent Fu Li from feeling uncomfortable, Huo Lan wiped both of her feet as quickly as possible, then put her down and covered her with a quilt, sitting on the head of the bed in an extremely uncomfortable posture.
When Uncle Zhao was about to take the basin away, Huo Lan suddenly said, "Uncle Zhao, leave it alone. I will deal with it later. Please tell me more about Lili's past."
"Uncle, I'm just a servant..."
"If Lili can give you such a villa, you must be more than just a servant in her heart." Fu Li said, "I know it is not convenient for you to talk about Lili because you are afraid that Lili will be angry, but she told me today
I told you a lot, but I didn’t mention the things about her injuries. I beg you, tell me, okay?"
Uncle Zhao looked at Huo Lan begging him, and then looked at Fu Li who was asleep. She still hadn't let go of Huo Lan's belt.
"That's all, it's good to have someone to care for Miss Li. Miss Li is a member of Xuanmen, but she is only a mortal body. She will bleed even if she is injured. She will feel the pain that ordinary people have..."
Uncle Zhao stood like that and talked for more than forty minutes. It felt like Huo Lan's heart was being cut with a knife, and blood was dripping from his heart.
Sure enough, what Fu Li didn't tell him were all matters of life and death.
He suffered gunshot wounds and knife wounds, was burned by fire, was attacked by wild beasts, was bitten by spiritual beasts and monsters, and narrowly escaped death countless times.
After Uncle Zhao left, Huo Lan put her feet up on the bed. Looking at Fu Li's quiet and well-behaved appearance, she had no idea that she had experienced so many life and death tests.
Huo Lan's hand gently stroked Fu Li's cheek.
She has a small face, such thin arms and legs, and is so thin. How come she has to endure so much?
"Lili," Huo Lan called softly, "If possible, I hope you won't be a Taoist disciple and just be an ordinary girl, so that I can protect you, but..."
"But you are so powerful, how can I protect you?"
That night, Fu Li slept peacefully.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw Huo Lan beside me.
He did not lie down, but leaned against the head of the bed, his body twisted.
And his hand was still tightly holding his belt.
Fu Li frowned and felt a little pain in his temple, which was exactly the same as when he woke up after being drunk last time.
But last night, she obviously didn't drink much.
Huo Lan gave her a glass of wine, but she only tasted it briefly and didn't finish it.
Could it be that she is allergic to alcohol?
Taking back Huo Lan's hand on his belt, Fu Li shouted, "Huo Lan."
Hearing the sound, Huo Lan woke up suddenly.
Seeing that Fu Li had woken up, he sat up straight and asked eagerly, "Do you have a headache? I asked Uncle Zhao to make soup last night and I will bring it to you this morning."
Because I stayed in the same position all night, my whole body was stiff.
Huo Lan failed to sit up.
Fu Li also took the opportunity to hold his arm and said, "I'm fine, it's not serious. You can lie down and rest for a while."
"This is your room." Huo Lan said, "I didn't take a shower last night, and I didn't change my clothes. It's not very clean. I'd better go to the guest room and take a nap."
Seeing that he was about to stand up again, Fu Li's hand did not let go.
The hand holding her arm tightened, and Fu Li said quietly, "Huo Lan, let's live together."
In the novels I read before, the relationship between the hero and heroine developed by leaps and bounds, starting from living together.
She had never fantasized before, but after reading the novel, she began to have fantasies.
And she felt that Huo Lan was a man worthy of living with her.
However, in the novel, the request to live together seems to be made by the male protagonist, or else it is a natural behavior.
If she takes the initiative to speak today, will Huo Lan think that she is very Meng Lang?