262 What qualifications does she have to accept his love?
Nangong Minglu brushed off his hand, which he was checking to see if it was injured, and asked him with tearful eyes: "Why? Why did you suddenly become so good to me? What are you planning?"
Han Xiyan opened his lips slightly, but was speechless.
What could he say?
Does he want to say that he fell in love with her because she saved his mother when she was seven years old?
However, that is just an excuse!
He fell in love with her from the first moment he saw her!
It seemed like it was destined, without reason or reason.
Even though she hurt him countless times, he still fell hopelessly in love with her.
He once thought he hated her.
But what he hates is just that she doesn't love him!
But, can you tell her this?
She had been so cruel to him, but he wanted to tell her that he had fallen in love with her from the first moment he saw her. Would she think he was a masochist?
He was silent for a long time and finally had nothing to say.
Nangong Minglu couldn't stand it anymore and quietly turned around and left.
Maybe, what Xu Muyang said is simply not right...
Maybe Han Xiyan doesn't like her at all...
Maybe, this is called enemies...
Nangong Minglu got into her bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.
I slept until about nine o'clock in the evening, then woke up in a daze.
I was stunned for a while and felt a little hungry. Then I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything all day, so I decided to go downstairs to find something to eat.
She walked out of the door dizzy and walked to the stairs. Suddenly she remembered that she had forgotten her mobile phone and turned back to the bedroom to get it.
After opening the door and taking two steps, she suddenly stayed in place as if the Monkey King had read the word "ding" to her.
Not far across from her, Han Xiyan was standing in the room wearing only a pair of shorts, holding pajamas in his hands, and water dripping from his head. It looked like he had just taken a shower and was getting ready to rest.
Han Xiyan heard the sound of the door being pushed open and looked over in shock. What he saw was Nangong Minglu staring at him in shock.
Nangong Minglu's brain froze. When she saw Han Xiyan, she also saw the furnishings in the bedroom. The decoration style that was completely different from her bedroom told her that she was in the wrong bedroom.
After a few seconds, Nangong Minglu's brain was finally able to think normally. She quickly turned around and rushed towards the door, hoping to quickly leave this place that made her want to hit her to death.
Unexpectedly, the gods from all walks of life were so helpful this time, as if they heard her voice, and she suddenly bumped into the door frame in panic.
Because the force was so great, she almost suffered a concussion, her head buzzed from the blow, and stars appeared in front of her eyes.
Han Xiyan threw away the pajamas in his hands, rushed in front of Nangong Minglu as quickly as possible, held up her face with his hands, and asked nervously: "What's wrong? Where did it hit? Where did it hit?"
This time it was really painful!
Nangong Minglu squatted down and covered her head, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
Han Xiyan knelt down and helped Nangong Minglu up from the ground distressedly. When he saw that there were purple marks on Nangong Minglu's forehead, his heart suddenly tightened, and he carefully touched Nangong Minglu's forehead.
He breathed lightly, "Does it hurt? Just bear with it and I'll find some medicine for you!"
Han Xiyan turned around and rummaged around in the drawer until he finally found some medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. He turned around and carefully applied it on Nangong Minglu's forehead. He thought heartbreakingly: "I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I should have
Locked the door! It's all my fault..."
Nangong Minglu looked up at Han Xiyan in confusion. He was looking at the bruise on her forehead distressedly, with a painful expression on her face, as if it hurt more than the injury on her own body.
His loving eyes had lost their former coldness, and after becoming indifferent, they were as deep and charming as a pool of autumn water.
Nangong Minglu's heart began to panic and began to beat wildly, as if it was trying to escape the restraints of her chest and burst out of her body.
Nangong Minglu lowered her eyes in panic, and her panicked gaze fell on Han Xiyan's chest inadvertently.
His upper body was bare, and his skin, which had just been bathed, was firm, strong, and shining with a crystal alluring luster. His bones were unique, his texture was well-proportioned, and it was almost perfect.
But even on this perfect chest, there is a ferocious scar occupying the position of the heart, which looks so uncoordinated.
The feeling of guilt arose spontaneously in Nangong Minglu's heart - that was what she left behind!
That's evidence that she scalded Han Xiyan with boiling water!
Is she qualified to stand here and accept Han Xiyan's love and care?
What reason does Han Xiyan have to love her and protect her?
