Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Not perfume.

The smell on her is as fresh as the person she is, but not aggressive.

However, it is a long stream of fine water, making people get used to it slowly, making it difficult to cut.

Xiao Yan sniffed gently at the tip of his nose, no more talking, and walked back behind Zhao's back towards the villa.

The butler saw him back with Azhao behind his back and looked very calm - it was probably the past six months that he had seen a lot of things, nothing strange.

Xiao Yan rarely spoke to him - although in Azhao's eyes he changed a lot. In fact, Xiao Yan still doesn't like to talk to people other than Zhao.

“Butler, get the fever medicine and call the doctor. ”

The housekeeper nodded unconsciously until Xiao Yan went upstairs behind his back and reacted: Why should I do this?

Xiao Yan walked behind Zhao's back to the door.

“Teacher, where are your keys?” He asked.

The man on his back didn't react.

Xiao Yan looked over: “Teacher. ”

In her eyes is Zhao's bright face and her closed eyes - she doesn't know when to sleep.

The burning breath hit his side face. Xiao Yan moved uncomfortably and looked at Zhao.

Two seconds later, he sighed low as if something had been decided.

His footsteps moved slightly and he walked to the side of the room.

The door was automatically recognized by the iris, and Xiao Yan entered the room with Zhao Dian on his back.

His room was extremely simple, with nothing more than a bed, a nightstand, a wardrobe.

He put Azhao on the bed in a somewhat astringent motion.

Azhao, though, had grown very familiar. At the moment of contact between her body and the soft bed, she instinctively kicked the shoes off her feet and wrapped herself in a silkworm with a quilt.

Xiao Yan novelly looked at the scene, and he felt like he had recognised Xu Zhao today: he would be unconsciously delicate and would do such a childish move.

“Young master?” The butler held the medicine box and stood shocked at the door.

He thought he might have a problem with his eyes. Otherwise, how could he have seen Master Xiao Yan bring Miss Xu into his room?

I put it in my own bed!

Who knows how bad Master Xiao Yan's cleanliness habits are?

Besides Miss Xu Zhao, people can't even touch him on weekdays.

Not to mention the private realm of bedrooms.

Even Miss Xu Zhao, for so long, has never entered Master Xiao Yan's room (at least he knows), let alone into Master Xiao Yan's bed!

Young Master Xiao Yan, how can it be so special and important to treat Miss Xu?

Thinking of Xu Zhao's identity, thinking of his wife's words, somehow, the butler looked at Xiao Yan's eyes and suddenly had some intolerable meaning.

If... one day, Master Xiao Yan knew that Miss Xu Zhao had come to him deliberately...

The butler was afraid to think about what the teenager would do in front of him.

He lowered his eyes and pressed down the slightest hidden heart that had risen from the bottom of his heart: each one was the Lord, this unnecessary sympathy, or it would be better to throw it away.

“The medicine box is here, the antipyretics and the cold pills are here, and the doctor will take about 10 minutes to get here. ”

Xiao Yan nodded and walked to the door to pick up what was in the butler's hand: “Thank you. ”

He didn't let the butler in his room door.

Close the door.

Xiao Yan found the symptomatic drug and then fell into contemplation:

Now the question is, how do you give pills to a sleeping teacher?