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Chapter 397 When Did You Become So Willful (1)

Lan Xi stared at the steaming ginger tea with light eyes, but did not reach out to pick it up.

Duan Fan frowned lightly, his eyes slid over his hands on his knees, there were a few small cuts on the back of his white hands at some point.

The scarlet blood had dried up, reflecting his fair complexion, making it particularly dazzling.

His face changed suddenly, "What happened to your hand?"

Dodging his hand, Lan Xi tugged at her sleeve and hid her injured hand in the loose sleeve.

He lowered his eyebrows and said calmly, "Small scratches, it's fine."

Duan Fan's hands were frozen in the air, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he tried his best to restrain his emotions.

After a while, he withdrew his hand calmly and passed the ginger tea over, "Master and mother boiled it herself, don't you want to drink it?"

His calm voice hides his rare patience and gentleness.

"Then it will be cold if you don't drink it, and I have to do business with my teacher's wife."

Lan Xi stretched out his hand, and a little warmth came from the bottle cap in his hand, driving away the coldness of his fingertips.

"Thank you."

The alienated tone was like a barrier between the two of them.

Aware of his identity, Duan Fan turned pale, and a trace of injury slipped deep in his eyes.

He fell silent, feeling his strength being drawn away.

The ginger tea covered in the thermos was hot, and Lan Xi sipped it.

It was still a familiar taste in memory. In the past, every winter, the teacher's wife would often make ginger tea for them to drink, especially he and Qiqi drank the most.

A small cup into the belly, the whole stomach is warmed up.

Seeing that the person squatting in front of him remained motionless, Lan Xi had mixed feelings in his heart.

Before he could speak, Duan Fan spoke first, "The windows are so wide open, isn't it cold to hide here?"

Seeing his pale face and his cold and hard tone, he said softly, "Come out, okay?"

As everyone knows, the more he behaves like this, the more guilty Lan Xi feels in his heart.

Handing the bottle cap back to him, he nodded, "You squatting here, how can I get out?"

Hearing this, Duan Fan got up immediately, opened the curtains, and helped push the wheelchair.

"Shall I turn on the light?" he asked.

Lan Xi shook her head, "This is very good."

At least in the dark, he won't be able to see all of his embarrassment.

A barely audible sigh fell on his ears, and Lan Xi's eyes dimmed, as if he didn't hear it.

Duan Fan screwed up the thermos and placed it on his dressing table.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a chair and sat up, with his long legs crossed casually.

In the darkness, the two were silent.

If it wasn't for the soft breathing, one might think that there was no one in the room.

After a while, Duan Fan lost his composure.

"Can we not shoot that scene?"

He didn't care what plan he was planning, but even if he wanted to get justice for Ye Qi, he shouldn't make fun of himself.

Long expected that he would say this, Lan Xi's expression was indifferent, her lips as cool as water were pursed into a straight line.

After pondering for a moment, he spit out two words, "No."

The script was written by him himself, not only for Qiqi, but also for himself.

If one day he is gone and there is something left behind, it will at least prove that he has been to this world.

Duan Fan was annoyed and didn't understand his stubbornness, "You know your physical condition, but you still want to..."

Touching the wound on his hand, he suppressed his anger and said in a helpless tone, "Lan Xi, when did you become so willful?"

From childhood to adulthood, he was the best-tempered and gentlest of them all, and he would never go his own way like this.

Lan Xi remained silent, he was afraid that if he was not self-willed, he would run out of time.

An eerie silence followed, suffocating.

Duan Fan raised his hand and pressed his forehead to suppress his irritable emotions.

He still surrendered, "If you want to film a movie, you have to treat the wound on your hand, right?"

This stubborn temper, only Ye Qi can control him.

The corners of Lan Xi's lips curled up slowly, "Let the staff deal with it later."

Before the words fell, the man squatted in front of him again, and took his hand forcefully.

Lan Xi was in a daze, "You, what are you doing?"

Duan Fan glanced at the scar on his hand, took out a small jar of plaster from his pocket, and said angrily, "What else can I do, apply medicine to Young Master Lan."

Lan Xi was taken aback by the long-lost sentence of "Master Lan", and her memory was brought back to when they were young.

This title was given to him by Qi Qi and Yi Xuan as a joke, and they used this title to tease him from time to time.

Later, Duan Fan didn't know what happened, but he was also infected by the two of them, and he also liked to use this name to amuse him.

A cool and refreshing feeling spread over the wound, with a slight tingling sensation.

Lan Xi looked down at her hand, and a pleasant scent of flowers burst into her nose.

He blurted out, "You still have this jar of plaster on you now?"

From childhood to adulthood, whenever anyone of them was injured, they immediately asked him for ointment, but he didn't expect that he still kept this habit.

"I'm used to it." Duan Fan lowered his eyebrows, put the ointment back into his pocket, and then took out a band-aid.

Lan Xi said, "I have to film later, it's inconvenient to stick this on the back of my hand."

"Who said it's going to be attached to the back of the hand." Duan Fan grabbed his wrist, rolled up his sleeves, "attached to the elbow."

Hearing this, Lan Xi stopped struggling and let him put on the band-aid.

Duan Fan said lightly, "Your uncle is very worried about you."

After finishing the sentence, he slid his fingertips across his wrist and took the opportunity to check his pulse.

Lan Xi came to her senses and quickly withdrew her hand.

The time was too short, Duan Fan hadn't had time to diagnose the pulse yet.

He frowned and looked at Lan Xi, who pushed the wheelchair and took a step back, "It's a bit scratched, so there's no need to check the pulse."

Duan Fan stood up, and without being annoyed, he picked up the thermos and handed it to him, "After drinking, and, my teacher told you to call her when you have time."

Lan Xi said yes, "You put it there first, I'll go to the bathroom."

After speaking, he pushed the wheelchair towards the bathroom.

After the bathroom door was closed, Duan Fan turned on the light.

The dressing room is fairly spacious, things are placed randomly, and it looks a bit messy.

Duan Fan looked at the costumes hanging on the side, and his eyes stayed on the snow-white satin gown.

Before he knew it, he was fascinated.

"What are you doing standing there?"

A gentle voice sounded behind him, and Duan Fan came back to his senses.

He turned his head to look at the person in the wheelchair, his snow-white clothes were covered with dust, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

After washing my face, the corners of my eyes were still a little red.

Lan Xi asked, "Can uncle agree to you leaving home?"

Duan Fan shook his head, and said truthfully, "I told him, I told him that I owe Long Beijue a favor, so I have to come to Huacheng."

Lan Xi understood, it seemed that this time it was thanks to Long Beijue, otherwise he would not have been able to get out.

"Then about Qiao Luo's illness?"

Duan Fan said, "I don't have a clue yet."

Hearing this, Lan Xi frowned, her expression became serious.

After so many days, even he can't do anything, is it really that difficult?

(End of this chapter)