Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“One more fight and I'll do you.” He Zeyu was fierce.

Shen Mubai didn't think of it. He muttered and closed his eyes to sleep.

She fell asleep in minutes because she was so sleepy.

.....

When the bell rang in the morning, she woke up confused and confused. She felt a little headache and a little dizzy. The warm energy around her forced her to drill over. Her subconscious rubbed and fell asleep again.

“Get up.” A low voice rang from his ear.

Shen Kibai didn't want to get up, she didn't even want to open her eyes, just felt soft all over her body.

He Zeyu frowned slightly at the tide on his face and had to reach out his big hand to her forehead.

Then the breath appeared instantly violent and the face was extremely gloomy.

Sick people will unconsciously look like little babies, like now Shen Kibai, and realize that they can lean against something and leave, and then the grievance will beep up and hang on to them dead.

If they look like this during the week, He Zeyu will only want to fuck her hard, but now he has no yi || thoughts in his mind.

“Idiot. ”

I didn't know how long I slept. Shen Woo woke up confused. He Zeyu's familiar voice came from his ear. "Take your medicine. ”

She opened her eyes and found herself holding pills and hot water. She had to sit up and rub her eyes. "Am I sick? ”

No wonder she felt uncomfortable touching her hot forehead.

He Zeyu across the street just frowned and handed over the medicine.

Shen Mubai took the medicine and drank it with hot water.

She looked at the white porridge and pointed, "Just give me this? ”

He Zeyu snapped impatiently, “What else do you want to eat? ”

Shen Kibai said, "I want meat. ”

He Zeyu chuckled coldly, picked up the bowl, scooped up the porridge and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Shen Kibai, "...”

Indeed, I think He Zeyu is a little gentle today and everything is a lie.

The sickness was severe, and there was not much better in the case of Shen Mu Bai, who slept for half a day.

In confusion, a big hand stuck to her forehead and then pulled away.

....

Prison infirmary.

When doctors in white coats hear footsteps, they don't have to look up to know who it is.

The other guy kicked the table, grinning, "What kind of doctor are you? She's not well yet. ”

Some headaches raised his head, Dr. Li was a little speechless, but the other side made many prisoners in Area A unscrupulous, and he didn't dare to look forward, so he euphemistically said, “Either send me a few shots, or take a few days of medicine, the former quicker, the latter will be better later. ”

He Zeyu certainly didn't want to send people, and he looked at the people in front of him uncomfortably.

Dr. Li couldn't help it. “If you can't, you can make him sweat a little more. I can't do anything about it. ”

He watched the other party leave, took a slow breath in his heart, didn't know what the new man looked like, and turned the king of this prison upside down.

Sweat?

Returning to his room, He Zeyu stared at the person lying in bed and felt for the first time that there were other things in prison that his fists could not easily solve.

He held the person in his arms and looked at the blushing face in front of him, feeling a little grumpy.

The afternoon weather was already hot, and even if they stayed in the last prison, it would inevitably be affected.