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Ji An had a long, long dream.

Nightmare.

In the dream, first his father hit him with a stick, which hurt him all over his body. He huddled in the corner and kept begging for mercy. Finally, his father threw the stick down and told him that he had sold him.

Then he went to Xin's house, and Xin Chi tied him to the couch in the study room, the blade was coldly pressed against the heels of his legs, moving up inch by inch, entwining him like a poisonous snake.

Then the picture changed, the knife somehow got inserted into Xin Chi's neck, the blood gurgled, covered him all over, and drowned him. Countless unknown voices said to him: "You killed Xin Chi, you have to pay for his life, pay for his life..."

Ji An woke up with a shock.

What came into view was the top of a bed with gorgeous curtains, and a dry and soft mattress underneath. The messy wedding clothes on his body had been taken off, and he was wearing clean obscene clothes, covered with a brocade blanket.

Ji An blinked his eyes, and the memory before he fainted slowly came back...

Master!

Thinking of Xin Chi, Ji An got anxious all of a sudden, and was about to jump out of bed when he lifted the blanket, but just when he moved a little, he heard Yan Huai's voice: "Are you awake?"

Ji An's movements stopped suddenly, he stared blankly at Yan Huai who was walking over, and called out in a low voice, "Young Master Yan."

Yan Huai brought a small bowl, sat beside Ji An's bed, and passed the bowl over: "Eat something first when you wake up."

Logically speaking, Ji An has been hungry for several days, and he should be hungry, but he held the bowl of porridge, but he had no desire to eat. He hung his head while holding the bowl, and after a while he whispered, "Mr. Yan, how is my young master?" gone?"

Ji An bumped into his house in such a miserable state, logically speaking, Yan Huai knew whose servant he was, so he should have sent him back the next day.

But Yanhuai didn't, so he stayed behind, diagnosed the pulse, prescribed prescriptions and boiled medicine, and stayed with Ji'an for another whole day.

Of course, it is impossible for Yan Huai to just leave someone at home without asking the reason. He has already inquired about it. Xin Chi really had a problem, but it is said that he went to the wrong room because of drinking too much, fell down and broke the house. nod.

As for the lost boy in Xin's house, Xin Jiaming had no intention of looking for him at all.

Yan Huai gave birth to a delicate heart. Thinking of the injuries he saw when he saw Ji An when he was seeing a doctor, and thinking of Ji An's miserable state when he picked him up, he probably figured out what happened.

However, the fool just woke up, and the first thing he asked was how was his young master.

Yan Huai looked at his thin face that was about to lose its shape, and was a little speechless, so he said nonsense: "Dead."

Ji An froze, his hands holding the bowl trembled, and his head drooped even more. Immediately afterwards, Yan Huai saw Ji An's tears falling into the porridge bowl.

As usual, this thin little rabbit is not coquettish at all, Yan Huai didn't expect a joke to make people cry, so he tried to call him: "An'an?"

But Ji An shouldn't, he didn't even make a sound, just hung his head, if the tears couldn't stop falling down, Yan Huai wouldn't be able to find him crying.

How can there be such a suffocated crying method, if you don't make a sound, it will be seen by others, it will suffocate people to death.

Yan Huai had no choice, moved forward, touched Ji An's shoulder, softened his voice, and said, "Okay, stop crying, I'm kidding you, Xin Chi is not dead."

Ji An didn't move, but continued to cry with his head down.

Yan Huai got into trouble, and Ji An couldn't stop crying.

He purely guessed, how could he know how much fear Ji An was feeling, so he reached out and took the bowl of undrinkable porridge tainted by tears away from the small table beside him, and then grabbed Ji An's hand Hand, said: "Ji Pingan, look at me."

He was usually fooling around all day long, but his voice was really low and it was threatening. Ji An was so intimidating that he didn't dare to be disobedient, so he bit his lip and raised his head to look at him.

Just for a while, Ji An's eyes were already swollen from crying, foggy, with teardrops that could not fall, and he raised his head pitifully, with his mouth flattened, trying to hold back the crying.

He was pale, had been hungry for several days, was startled and frightened, his face was even paler, but his eyes were red from crying, and he looked even more pitiful.

Yan Huai's heart softened, he swallowed back what he wanted to reprimand, got up, went to get a handkerchief, and handed it to Ji An: "Wipe your face."

Ji An obediently took the veil and wiped his face, and the tears fell again after wiping, still crying in such a quiet way, that Yan Huai had no choice but to make a fuss.

He went back to the table and brought another bowl of porridge, but didn't pass it to Ji An, he took a spoon and blew it cold, and said to Ji An who was crying, "Let's talk it over and cry after eating, okay?"

Ji An didn't have much physical strength in the first place, and he cried out after venting, let alone his strength. When he reached out to pick up the bowl, his hands were trembling. Yan Huai pushed his hand back, and handed a spoonful of porridge to Ji An mouth, said: "Ah——"

As if to feed him.

Where did Ji An get this kind of treatment before, and he said "no need" in trepidation, only to find out that his voice was hoarse from crying.

Yan Huai pressed the spoon to his lips, and when Ji An opened his mouth to speak, he directly stuffed the porridge into it: "No need, I'm afraid you will faint in my arms again soon."

He dug another spoonful of porridge, and waited for Ji An to swallow it before feeding it, feeling like he was feeding a child.

Ji An hadn't eaten for a long time, and he ate very slowly, while Yan Huai was very patient, and he didn't rush at all. It took a full two quarters of an hour for a bowl of porridge to see its bottom.

Yan Huai scraped the bottom of the bowl, fed the last mouthful of rice porridge into Ji An's mouth, and said, "Okay, it's over."

He teased Ji An: "Are you still crying?"

Ji An was no longer crying, only the traces of moisture from crying before, and the wet eyelashes turned into clusters, which looked black and curled up, making him more innocent and pitiful.

A bowl of porridge warmed his spleen and stomach, and Ji An's mood had calmed down, so he felt a little embarrassed, shook his head slightly, and said, "No."

He tried to make amends and added: "I don't like crying very much."

"Okay." Yan Huai put the bowl aside, added a cushion behind Ji An's back to let him sit on it, and said, "After drinking the porridge, I've vented my emotions. Now let's talk."

Ji An didn't feel safe at all, and immediately tensed up again, looking at Yan Huai tremblingly, waiting for the other party's punishment.

Yan Huai is very serious, not as gentle as when he was just feeding the porridge, but seeing Ji An's nervous and frightened appearance, he gave Ji An a reassurance first: "I will not send you back to the Xin family, nor will I report to the police , I will keep you by my side until you tell me what happened."

Then he stared into Ji An's eyes and asked the question: "So, An An, what happened?"

Ji An's eyelashes trembled, like a frightened butterfly, about to shatter.

The person who just said that he doesn't like to cry seems to be crying again, but Ji An didn't cry, and he refused to speak. He curled up in the corner of the bed, slowly lowered his gaze, and stopped looking at Yan Huai.

His whole body withered away quickly.

What happened?Ji An couldn't tell Yan Huai, he couldn't tell anyone, even he didn't dare to think about it.

He climbed onto the young master's bed.

He wished to keep guarding the young master all the time.

He imagined that the young master would really marry him.

He... He almost killed the young master.

Ji An didn't dare to say everything.

He closed his mouth tightly, sealed himself up, and huddled in the corner until Yan Huai waited patiently for a quarter of an hour without waiting for an answer, and when he stood up from the bed, Ji An made a little movement, and Ji An seemed to be frightened When he arrived, he raised his head vigorously and looked at Yan Huai.

After eating less than half a bowl of porridge, I used up two bowls.

The Second Young Master Yan cleaned up the tableware for him himself, and said, "Forget it, you don't want to say..."

Ji An quickly got up from his sitting position, while such a weak man moved very quickly, he got off the bed and knelt at Yan Huai's feet, interrupting Yan Huai's words, begging pitifully: "Young Master Yan, please , don't send me away."

Where did this idiot go again?

Reluctantly, Yan Huai put the bowl in his hand back on the small table, then bent down to pick up the person kneeling on the ground and put him on the bed.

The "talk" he had planned was forced to be suspended by Ji An's pitiful appearance. It took a lot of good medicinal materials to save Ji An's life, but he was beaten up and said that he was going to send him away. Yan Huai had no temper at all. He sighed and said, "From now on, I will be the only young master of yours. If you agree, I will keep you."