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In the entire process, the sound of Fan Xing's heartbeat grew increasingly louder.

Her husband was so focused on saving her life that her face was covered in blood.

This was also the first time Fan Xing saw Wen Yiyan in a working state.

Seriously, attentively, meticulously.

When paired with his originally handsome face and his extremely skilled treatment methods, it was simply enough to make one's heart palpitate!

No wonder everyone said that men are the most handsome when they work seriously.

When Wen Yiyan was almost done with his inspection, the ambulance that was ringing the bell also arrived.

The paramedics got out with a stretcher.

He followed the nurse down to explain the condition of the wounded man, and to remind her of the few more serious injuries she needed to watch out for.

The people around him looked at him and nodded, praising something.

Fan Xing heard a Mediterranean man beside him whisper, "Is this man a doctor? It stopped the bleeding in a few seconds, it's really amazing. "

The woman who was standing with him nodded and replied, "That's right. He is also handsome."

A wave of praises spilled out, some people were recording it, and some people were even applauding in a low voice.

After the client finished his explanation to the nurse, he didn't have much of an expression on his face. He bent down to clean up the medical kit that he had messed up, and then walked towards her.

Fan Xing suddenly felt a little proud.

This was her man.

That outstanding person, that outstanding person, was hers.

Looking at the blood stains on his body, Wen Yiyan's eyes flashed with a hint of regret.

In order to make Fan Xing happy, he had intentionally put on the clothes that she had bought for him a few days ago.

He carefully sized up Fan Xing and made sure that she was not unhappy about it, then extended his hand out.

Fan Xing jumped and held his hand, "Hubby, you're so powerful that you look like a hero who saved the world!"

Wen Yiyan's heart warmed as he cast her a glance, "Mn, I'm just your hero."

Fan Xing bit her lips sweetly, "It has to be, it can only be mine, mine alone."

Wen Yiyan's thin lips also curved slightly.

Men also needed women to praise them, so Wen Yiyan had to accept Fan Xing's praise.

He took her by the hand, picked up the medical kit with his other hand, and went back to the car.

He opened the door for her, waited until she was inside, then walked to the other side and got in.

After the ambulance had left with the wounded, the people on the zebra crossing in front of them had dispersed.

Soon the road was back to normal.

As Wen Yiyan turned the key on the car, he said softly, "My clothes are dirty, I'll go change first."

Fan Xing laughed and nodded, then said: "Okay."

The two of them went to the nearest clothing store and changed into a new set of clothes.

After exiting the clothing store, she saw that Wen Yiyan was silent, and was a little suspicious: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yiyan restrained his emotions and looked at her, "Sorry, let's go watch the next match."

He rarely came out to see a movie, but this was the sort of thing that happened to him.

Not only did he dirty his clothes, he even ruined their first date.

When Fan Xing heard it, she immediately enlarged her smile and threw herself into his embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck, she tiptoed and fiercely kissed him, "It's okay, we won't watch the movie anymore, just watch me."

Her smile was resplendent, but it was also filled with an unusually narcissistic and lively atmosphere. "I'm better looking than a movie."

Wen Yiyan was startled, then after that, the bottom of his eyes became filled with intense dark emotions. He embraced her waist, and pressed his palm on the back of her head, taking the initiative to deepen the kiss.

Fan Xing was a little dazed, but the man kept rushing through her mouth, catching his breath. He did not leave her with any time to think, and tyrannically took all her oxygen.

The woman's head felt dizzy and her mind was a little wandering. Before she could completely regain her senses, the car's headlights suddenly shot over from the distant road. It was as if she was struck by lightning and woke up from her stupor.

Mother.

The two of them …."

Fan Xing pushed him away forcefully and said while gasping for breath, "Go home first."

It was also the first time Wen Yiyan did this in public. His ears were burning red, but he tried his best to remain calm as he carried Fan Xing in his arms and left.

Fan Xing had already lost all his face, and was so embarrassed that he lost all face. He buried his face in's embrace, and the man's eyes revealed a hint of happiness, "Weren't you brave before?

What responded was the woman's delicate fist as well as her worried and pouting eyes. "You, can you stop talking now?"

The man laughed.

When they reached home, Wen Yiyan went to take a bath first as he sat on the sofa in a daze.

Her heart was still pounding.

Did she tease him just now?

Oh my god.

How could she say something so impulsive?

Why did she say she wanted him to look at her?

Wasn't that an act of pleasantries?

She was so afraid of pain, so why did she say those words so impulsively …

The woman raised her hands to cover her face, then fanned her face in an attempt to cool it down.

He continued to hypnotize himself — it was okay, it was fine, the pain was the point, but sooner or later, he would have to deal with it.

When Wen Yiyan came out from his shower, he saw her tragic appearance of a warrior with his arms cut off from his.

Seeing him come out, Fan Xing stood up and ran to the side of the wardrobe.

She quickly opened the door and grabbed her pajamas. She slipped into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaving only her voice in the air: "I'm going to take a shower."

Wen Yiyan turned to the side and looked at the tightly shut bathroom door.

A vague figure appeared on the frosted glass door, and the sound of water flowing could be heard.

In the bathroom.

Fan Xing looked in the mirror and smacked his hands across her face, muttering, "Calm down, calm down …"

He took a shower for nearly an hour.

Wen Yiyan looked at the time and frowned. He walked to the entrance of the bathroom, raised his hand and knocked twice.

Fan Xing replied as he donned his pajamas and left the room.

Smiling, she said to the man, "I'm done."

Wen Yiyan reached out his hands, pulling the hair on her face back behind her ears.

The warm yellow light just happened to hit Fan Xing's face.

Because she had just finished her bath, her cheeks were pink from the steam. She looked very delicate.

The normally calm face now had an enchanting look.

Wen Yiyan's heart could not help but skip a beat. Looking at her charming lips, he unconsciously leaned on her.

Fan Xing did not resist, but his body was stiff and he even did not know where he should place his hands.

The man's kiss was as gentle as water at the beginning, but then it turned into a kiss as fierce as fire at the end. Step by step, he lured her to meet him in person.