my villain is too cute

Chapter 969 This Bamboo Horse Is So Good (26)

Squatting beside the bed was a thin girl with thick black hair hanging down, reflecting her pale and delicate profile.

Han Jin stretched his hand into the quilt, held the young man's soft hand, clenched it slightly, and looked at him without blinking.

Yan Qiong didn't wake up for three days, Han Jin stayed beside his bed for three days, and also slept here at night.

When it comes to eating, unless Xu Shu comes in and brings it to her, she won't remember to eat.

Xu Shu said that it was true that Han Jin was distracted by the meatballs.

After a long time, the boy on the bed moved, Han Jin paused, then he clenched his hand and stared at the boy's eyelashes.

The boy trembled his eyelashes, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the ceiling in a daze.

Han Jin pursed the corners of his lips, blinked his eyes, approached, and whispered, "Baby."

Yan Qiong let go of the confusion in her eyes, rubbed her eyes, turned over in the warm blanket, and faced Han Jin sideways.

The hand under the quilt moved, his fingers scratched Han Jin's palm, and he said softly, "Ah Jin?"

"Yeah." Han Jin's eyes narrowed slightly, he stared at him, raised his hand to touch his side face, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Yan Qiong blinked and shook her head, "No."

Han Jin didn't relax, she lowered her head, her crow-colored eyelashes trembled slightly, "Did I scare you that day..."

Yan Qiong didn't answer, Han Jin said again: "Don't be afraid, I am not injured, Qian Duoduo is not injured, everything is fine..."

Yan Qiong opened his obsidian-like eyes, looked at Han Jin with eyes downcast, and said something he couldn't understand, he raised his hand, poked the girl's greasy cheek, and asked softly: "What did you say? what hurt..."

After a cold meal, he raised his eyes to look at Yan Qiong.

Yan Qiong's black eyes were as clean as a spring in a mountain, and she looked at her with a hint of doubt.

He stretched out his hand and tugged on La Hanjin's sleeve, frowning, "What did you say you were injured? Are you injured?"

Han Jin was slightly taken aback, noticing that his reaction was abnormal, pursed the corners of his lips, and shook his head, "I'm not injured."

"Then what nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Qiong pouted, turned over in the bed and got up, her pajamas rubbed against her stomach, revealing her greasy belly.

He pulled his clothes, stood on the bed and looked around, muttering to himself: "Where's my school uniform..."

Han Jin watched his reaction, raised his hand to caress the center of his eyebrows, and after a while, he raised his head and said, "Baby, we don't go to school today on Sunday."

Yan Qiong paused, looked at her with dark eyes, and asked blankly: "Isn't today Thursday?"

On Thursday, three days ago, he was kidnapped after school that afternoon.

Han Jin gently shook his head, "No, you remember wrongly, today is Sunday."

Yan Qiong blinked, heartless, "So, I don't have to go to school today?"

"Ah."

Yan Qiong was stunned for a second, then clapped his hands happily, he plopped down and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the coldness with his small face: "Then let's go to Happy Valley today."

Han Jin pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay."

Didn't go to Happy Valley...

Knowing that Yan Qiong didn't remember anything, Yan Lulu hurriedly took Yan Qiong to the hospital.

It turned out that Qian Duoduo had the same symptom, Traumatic Response Disorder, but his was more serious and luckier.

He had forgotten everything about the kidnapping, not a single sliver of it remained in his memory.

The doctor said that he encountered the scariest and most painful thing that day, and he chose to forget it because he couldn't accept it; whether he would remember this most terrible and painful thing in the future is not sure.

"So, I was kidnapped?"

(End of this chapter)