Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

His coat had been taken off and thrown aside, and the skin on his back that came into contact with Aunt Zhang had been rubbed red.

Sure... still can't stand the touch of others?

Xiao Yan let the cold water pour on his hand. What he remembered in his head was the feeling of holding Zhao's palm.

Warm, soft, no disgust at all.

He looked up at the man in the mirror.

A pale, skinny teenager with a beautiful face.

Xiao Yan knows that many women like such teenagers.

Seeing Xu Zhao's appearance, he also had little resistance to himself.

He pulled up his lips and smiled softly.

“Be nice to me, Teacher Xu.” He murmured softly.

You messed with me first.

There was a knock outside.

Zhao stood outside the bathroom and shouted Xiao Yan's name with some concern - he had been in there for a long time.

The door's open.

Xiao Yan appeared in front of Zhao.

“What's wrong with you? ”

Xiao Yan was somewhat embarrassed: “I just accidentally fell and my coat got dirty. ”

Zhao immediately worried: “You didn't hurt anywhere? ”

Xiao Yan shook his head: “I just rubbed my hand behind my back. It's no big deal. ”

Azhao looked at his left hand hidden behind him: “Show me your hand. ”

Xiao Yan's subconscious Ser shrunk a little and didn't do it.

Azhao closed his eyes: “Xiao Yan. ”

She finds that whenever she chills her face and shouts the male lead's name, the other person will listen.

This is just because Xiao Yan likes to hear his name and is shouted out with care and anxiety.

He swallowed his hand out slowly. Zhao saw that his left hand was red and even broken his skin.

Azhao felt painful: “It's all over and he said it's all right. ”

She didn't care about the clothes. She dragged Xiao Yan into the room and asked the butler to take the medicine and wipe it on him.

They were very close to each other because they had to be drugged.

Xiao Yan sat quietly in bed and looked at the woman who squatted in front of herself and carefully drugged herself.

From this angle, he can see Zhao's black hair, then down, is a long, hanging lash.

Her eyes were beautiful and clear as a puddle of water. At this moment, the water was gently surrounding him.

There was a light scent haunting his nostrils, not like perfume.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

“Okay.” Zhao exhaled and was about to get up.

With a pull coming from her arm, her semi-clutter focus would have been unstable, so that her subconscious just fell forward for a moment.

A slightly cold embrace held her tight.

“Teacher.” Xiao Yan shouted low.

Zhao still has the medicine bottle and cotton swab: “??? ”

She was unconsciously about to earn money, and Xiao Yan asked again: "The teacher was very kind to me. ”

“Nobody's been so nice to me since my mom left. ”

All right, then.

Zhao paused and gave up his intention of earning this hug.

The male lead must have thought of something sad again.

Zhao thought about it, put the cotton swab aside, reach out and pat Xiao Yan on the back:

“All the misfortunes and sorrows of the past cannot be changed. Look forward, Xiao Yan. ”

“You have a long future ahead of you, and you'll meet a lot of good people. ”

Xiao Yan's arm tightened: “No, there will never be anyone better than the teacher. ”