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    Special chapter •123, no movement allowed【Seventeen】

    Wen Xu touched his neck blankly, then realized what was happening and said with a helpless smile:

    “I get allergic reactions every time I wear a turtleneck, but I’ll be fine after half a day. It’s fine.”

    Li Xin, the thoughtful leader, asked again:

    “Would you like to apply some ointment? It looks scary.”

    Wen Xu said:

    “I have a medicine kit at home, so I’ll just apply it in a while.”

    He paused as he spoke, and suddenly seemed to think of something. He smiled and winked at Li Xin:

    “Do you want to apply it for me?”

    Li Xin was stunned for a moment, then took a decisive step back, distanced herself from him, and said righteously:

    “You put it on yourself, I don’t care about you.”

    After that, he walked towards the restaurant.

    Wen Xu followed closely behind.

    There were only four people left to eat the meal, which was more or less deserted. Fortunately, Zhirou’s cooking skills were good, and everyone enjoyed the meal quite happily.

    After filling their stomachs, Li Xin and Wen Xu were responsible for clearing the dishes, while Ke Zhengzuo took Zhirou to play games in the living room.

    Li Xin asked him smoothly:

    “Would you like to leave some food for them both?”

    They were talking about Ding Hanyao and Hao Ziming. As for Wen Yao’s portion, they had already been served.

    Wen Xu snorted softly:

    “If you like to eat or not, who has the patience to serve them?”

    Li Xin nodded and stopped talking.

    After tidying up and returning to the room, she originally wanted to call her parents. As soon as she opened the door, her eyes unconsciously fell on the coat hanging on the hanger.

    She was stunned for a moment, remembering that these were the clothes Wen Yao had covered her body with last night.

    Without much hesitation, he took off his coat, held it in his arms, and went downstairs to find a warm room.

    After knocking on the door, Wen Yao said please come in.

    His room was not much warmer than outside, but every time Li Xin saw him, he didn’t wear much. Thinking of his cold palms last night, Li Xin couldn’t help but say:

    “You always say that I will catch a cold, why don’t you wear more clothes yourself?”

    As he spoke, he put the coat back on him.

    Wen Yao was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. It was rare that there was no blanket on his legs. His light-colored pajamas hung down, and the area where his calves should be was empty.

    Li Xin couldn’t bear to look any longer and raised her head to look at him.

    “I’m used to it, it’s okay.”

    Wen Yao pushed the chair to her side and motioned for her to sit down.

    “If I dress too warmly while reading, I might fall asleep quickly.”

    He made a rare joke with her.

    “I believe what others say, but I don’t believe what you say.”

    Li Xin raised his eyebrows.

    At the beginning, he was a god-level being. It was not because his IQ was higher than ordinary people, but because he was meticulous, good at planning, and managed his time very well.

    Never forget to study.

    She has always admired Wen Yao like this.

    “It seems that in your heart, I have a very high status.”

    Wen Yao closed the book in his hand and put it aside.

    Li Xin took a curious look and realized that it was the same book she saw when she met him on the first day. She couldn’t help but ask:

    “What does this book say?”

    She really didn’t have the patience to decipher so many dense, difficult and obscure English words.

    “This one?”

    Wen Yao picked up the book again. The simple book cover was old and curled, which became more and more distinct when compared with his fair and slender hands.

    “It was given to me by an old man in the mountains. Don’t laugh at me if I tell you. The content recorded in this book is a curse.”

    Li Xin became interested:

    “Curse? Is it this mountain?”

    Wen Yao was amused by her, smiled and shook his head:

    “Of course not. How could the story of this mountain be written down in English?”

    Li Xin was a little embarrassed:

    “It’s my fault for overthinking…I quite like this kind of thing, why don’t you tell me about it?”

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