Han Yixiao, who was struggling desperately, was suddenly still and motionless when all the injuries on his arm were exposed in front of Xia Wan'an's eyes.

She looked like a primary school student who did something wrong, lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Xia Wan'an.

There was almost no perfect place on Han Yixiao's slender and fair skin.

The new and old scars overlapped together, and Xia Wan'an was shocking first, and then became extremely angry.

Who is it? Who is so inhumane and has been so cruel to a girl in her early twenties for a long time?!

Xia Wan'an pinched Han Yixiao's fingertips and shivered slightly. After a while, she looked up and looked at Han Yixiao, "Yixiao, tell me who it is?"

Han Yixiao's head drooped even more. When facing Xia Wan'an's inquiry, she cried while shook her head desperately.

Looking at Han Yixiao's pitiful appearance, Xia Wan'an had a stalemate with her for a while, but finally compromised, stopped a car from the side of the road, and went to the Four Seasons Hotel with her.

When Han Yixiao checked in at the hotel reception desk, Xia Wan'an went to the pharmacy next door.

Back in the hotel room, Xia Wan'an closed the door. As soon as he shouted "Yixiao", Han Yixiao took two steps back in panic and shook his head wildly at Xia Wan'an.

Xia Wan'an knew that Han Yixiao was misunderstanding what he meant and thought she was going to ask her who was using her to harm her. She felt sad for a moment before she spoke to her again: "Don't panic, I'm not asking you anything, I'm going to apply medicine to your wound."

As he said that, Xia Wan'an raised his hand and gave Han Yixiao a look.

Han Yixiao stared at the transparent bag for a while and after confirming that the medicine was contained inside, his mood stabilized little by little.

"Can we sit on the sofa?" Seeing this, Xia Wan'an spoke again.

Han Yixiao hesitated for a few seconds and nodded slightly.

Xia Wan'an thought that the wound on Han Yixiao's arm was already scary enough. After the girl took off her clothes, she realized that the wound on Han Yixiao's back was even more terrifying.

On her slender back, it seemed like a palette, red, purple, bruised... and scabbed dark brown... but there was no flesh color on her skin.

Perhaps it was the first time that he had lit the wound to others, Han Yixiao clenched his hands tightly into a fist, and his body trembled slightly.

Xia Wan'an just glanced at Han Yixiao's back and then turned away her head with a fever. She stared out of the window for a while before unscrewing the medicine bottle and applying medicine to Han Yixiao: "Yixiao, it will hurt a little. Hold it down. If you really can't help it, just send a voice to tell me..."

Han Yixiao nodded vigorously.

Xia Wan'an then took the cotton ball and began to disinfect Han Yixiao's wounds.

As someone else, Xia Wan'an felt pain when he looked at the wound, but Han Yixiao was very quiet. She did not dodge or struggle, as if the wounds did not grow on her.

The more Han Yixiao did this, the more Xia Wan'an felt uncomfortable. What kind of living environment did she live in that she became like she was without pain?

After applying medicine to Han Yixiao, Xia Wan'an asked her softly: "Does it hurt?"

Han Yixiao shook his head, turned around and smiled at Xia Wan'an with curved eyebrows, then took his cell phone, typed a line of words, and showed it to Xia Wan'an: "It doesn't hurt. I often take medicine by myself, and I'm used to it."

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