The moment Claudia pushed open the bedroom door, Ye Chen saw Lin Waner, who was looking a little pale, sitting on the chair in front of the desk with a frown on her face.
Seeing Ye Chen come in, she quickly stood up and said a little awkwardly and weakly: "Mr. Ye, I'm really sorry to bother you to come over so late..."
Ye Chen looked at Lin Wan'er and said with a smile: "Miss Lin, you don't have to be so polite. You are Claudia's roommate. It's only right for me to come over."
Claudia said quickly: "Brother Ye Chen, you don't have to be so polite to call her Miss Xiao Wanlin. Just call her Xiaowan like me."
With that, she said to Lin Wan'er: "Xiao Wan, brother Ye Chen is ten years older than me and almost eleven years older than you. Why don't you do the same as me and call him brother Ye Chen."
Lin Wan'er was slightly startled, hesitated for a moment, and said to Ye Chen in a somewhat reserved manner: "Brother Ye Chen..."
Seeing this, Ye Chen smiled happily and said: "Since you have called me brother, I won't be polite to you anymore. Xiaowan, Claudia said you have a severe headache. What is going on? Can you
Tell me about it?"
When Lin Wan'er heard this, she couldn't help but murmured aggrievedly: "Ye Chen, you are such a bad person. It's all because of you that I have such a severe headache. You actually pretended to be fine and asked me what's going on. Don't you still have this in your heart?"
Count?"
Although she felt aggrieved in her heart, Lin Wan'er did not dare to let Ye Chen see the signs of separation, so she dragged her temples with one hand and said sadly: "I don't know what's going on. I've always been fine, but...
On the day I reported to school, I started to have a headache out of nowhere, and this headache was really terrible. It felt like countless needles were stuck into my brain, and then these needles were all connected to one line, and that one
The thread was being pulled back and forth along with my pulse, and the pain was so painful that it almost felt like it was going to explode..."
After saying that, Lin Wan'er added: "Also, I have taken a lot of painkillers in the past two days, but they basically have no effect. When I went home, I even fainted at home..."
Ye Chen was horrified when he heard this. He did not expect that the psychological implication that he used too much force last time would actually bring such serious sequelae to Lin Wan'er.
And Lin Wan'er was secretly thinking in her heart: "If I don't tell him, Ye Chen may never know how painful I was tortured by him. I hope his conscience can also suffer a little from this!"
At this time, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel guilty. Thinking about a seventeen-year-old girl who almost died at the hands of the Po Qinghui, it didn't matter that she hid in China to study at a university and had to be tortured by her own spiritual energy.
It is indeed not easy to live or die.
So, without much delay, he said to Lin Wan'er: "Xiao Wan, let me take your pulse first."
"Okay..." Lin Wan'er agreed, but when she thought that taking pulse would inevitably involve physical contact, she felt a little shy, so she asked him hesitantly: "Brother Ye Chen... wants...
.....How do I take my pulse?”
Ye Chen didn't think much, moved another chair, sat in front of Lin Wan'er, patted his right leg, and said: "Come, put your right hand on my leg."
"Ah?" Lin Wan'er asked subconsciously: "Shouldn't the hand be placed on the table to take the pulse..."
Ye Chen pointed to the desk behind her and said: "The desk is behind you. It's inconvenient. It's okay. I'm not that particular about taking pulses. If you let me help, I'll probably know what's going on.
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"Okay..." Lin Wan'er knew that she couldn't refuse, so she could only carefully reach out her hand and nervously place it on Ye Chen's leg.
In all her life, she had never had such close contact with a man, so as soon as the back of her hand touched Ye Chen's thigh, her heartbeat accelerated instantly, and her cheeks quickly turned red.