Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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Gu Zheng looked at him with a smile, "No doctor anymore?"

Zuo Yan said, "No."

Gu Zheng said: "I am very heavy?"

Zuo Yan shook his head, "No."

I want to say nothing at all. Do you believe me?

I don't believe it anyway.

Gu Zheng listened to his insincere words and asked, "Then what are you crying for?"

Zuo Yan's eyes were moist, "I'm moved."

OK, ancestor, don't say it, give me a happy heart.

Zuo Yan's forehead rested on his shoulder, one hand clenched his hair, and the other hand was on Gu Zheng's arm.

When the gauze was finally tied in a knot, Zuo Yan collapsed on the bed weakly.

Because of the pain, the bare skin was slightly moist, and the sweat on the face moistened the corners of the hair.

The long black hair spread on the bed, pale face, heavy **, weak and sweaty, and the left words at the moment have to say that there is a feeling of living color and fragrance.

Gu Zheng's eyes are a little thicker, and his eyes are darker than before.

Some actions squeezed the strength of Zuo Yan's strength, and also drained the body's water.

The little water I drank had already been drilled down the pores.

"I want to drink water."

Gu Zheng handed the glass to his mouth and stopped suddenly.

Zuo Yan watched as the glass was taken away from his eyes again.

What do you mean? Do you want to drink it?

"Drink slowly."

Zuo Yan heard him, paused, and said softly, "Okay."

Gu Zheng put the water cup back on his lips, left mouth dry, but patiently, he swallowed bit by bit.

"Cousin!"

"Poof! ... cough cough"

What hatred or hatred!

Huang Yao pushed the door open and received a cool look from his cousin, who was bullied from childhood to the big shadow and flicked his fingers.

"Is there something?"

Huang Yao immediately heard the subtext, "It's okay!"

Then he quickly turned around and left, closing the door, isolating the weak coughing of Zuo Yan, remembering the posture that the two had just held together, and the cousin's eyes. Huang Yaomo leaned on his chin and could not help it. Cousin really likes this long-haired one?

Zuo Yan was choked with water again, but this time he did not dare to cough too violently, holding his breath hard, covering his mouth with his hand, trying to overwhelm the sadness.

Tears hung in the corners of his eyes, one hand weakly caught on the bed sheet.

Gu Zheng narrowed his eyes and suddenly opened his hand. In the frightened eyes of Zuo Yan, the two people were getting closer and closer.

Until his lips fell on him.

The lips were separated, and a strange breath came from the mouth.