[MTL, BL] I Send Warmth to The Disabled Boss [Quick Wear]

12.1 - 12.10 End Times

Chapter 151 End Times (1,2)

When he woke up again, Yingzhao stretched, and was a little tired and didn't want to open his eyes.

It seems that this degree of exhaustion should be caused by what the original owner was doing before.

In the last few times of travel, Yingzhao has long since completely lost the discomfort of traveling through the small world.

However, before his eyes were opened, the smell of the chemical reagent rushing into his nasal cavity made him sneeze.

Frowning, Yingzhao opened his eyes and saw that the huge desk in front of him was full of bottles and jars.

Looking down at his white coat, if it weren't for the pungent smell of the chemical reagents in front of him, Yingzhao would have wondered if he was the same as a world in the past, in the role of a doctor.

But in fact, he is indeed a doctor in this small world, but Yingzhao, who has not received the memory, is not aware of it.

He waved his hand in disgust, Yingzhao didn't like these smells.

Especially his five senses are sensitive, these smells make him feel more uncomfortable.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Yingzhao stood up, intending to take a good look at the surrounding environment.

But in the mirror opposite, he saw an indifferent face, and his body was full of scientific madness.

Pulling the slightly yellowed collar, what is the matter with the thick dark circles under the eyes and the messy hair.

However, the original owner was good enough, and he casually twitched the corners of his mouth, and he could still look wicked and charming.

It's just that this complexion is too pale, it is simply not the complexion that a normal human being should have.

The eyes were also a little red, and Ying Zhao was only regarded as the leftover problem of the original owner staying up late.

Looking at the surrounding environment casually, Yingzhao found that the original owner seemed to be very obsessed with his own research, and even regarded the laboratory as his residence.

The traces of life around are very heavy, and there is a small bed for rest not far away, as well as some random piles of daily necessities.

There was a larger hospital bed in the corner of the room, but it was surrounded by a curtain, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.

However, Yingzhao can be sure that there should be a person lying on that bed.

He walked over and opened the curtain curiously.

However, after seeing the person on the hospital bed clearly, Ying Zhao suddenly widened his eyes.

Immediately, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and his expression instantly turned hideous. Even the gums were oozing and bleeding due to excessive force.

Because the person lying on the bed was not someone else, the familiar spirit of the soul let Ying Zhao know that the person in front of him was his lover.

At this moment, the man's face was pale, his lips were purple, and he had obviously passed out.

More importantly, the position of the opponent's two arms was empty at the moment.