Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

In the spirit of politeness, Zhou Zhi still asked, "Will this be too much trouble for you?"

Ah Ying didn't retract his hand, but just slightly clenched his fist and asked, "Do you dislike me? Even though I'm a sickly person, I'm not bad at all."

When he said that he was a sickly person, a look that could be described as self-mockery suddenly appeared on his face, and Zhou Zhi's heart softened.

"I didn't mean that."

"Then, please don't always reject me, okay?"

Zhou Zhi was startled when he saw Ah Ying's serious expression. That innocent look had disappeared, replaced by his serious yet faintly revealed ambition... Zhou Zhi's heart was filled with alarm bells, and as suspicion arose, he subconsciously wanted to avoid this inexplicable remark, but Ah Ying continued to speak.

"After Ayu left, I have been living on my own. I know that I am not lovable, I know that I am not as useful as Ayu, I know that I am a little weaker, but I still have some use. I am not... not so useless..."

As I spoke, I felt more and more aggrieved.

Zhou Zhixin was about to melt.

This is just a little person who wants to be recognized! What on earth is she doubting!

"That's not true, that's not true. Ah Ying is very powerful. I don't mean to look down on Ah Ying. Hiccup—"

In order to prove himself, Zhou Zhi put his hand in his palm.

There were shallow calluses on the lines of his palms, but the location of the calluses was a bit strange, between the index and middle fingers.

As a physician, why are there callous marks here?

But Zhou Zhi just smiled and looked at him: "I don't dislike Ah Ying, hiccup!"

Aying picked her up as he wished, panting slightly, and his breath was indeed a little weak.

Zhou Zhi and the herbal scent on his body collided completely, and it only took a moment from intrusion to fusion.

So does the heartbeat.

For a moment, it seemed as if they had found an interface for fusion, and the trembling of their heartbeats was felt by the other party, but they both tacitly chose to keep silent, and only during the brief intercourse, they could hear an unusual sound.

When Zhou Zhi sat down safely, Aying put clothes on her.

"Tell me if you feel cold. I have plenty of firewood. Don't worry—"

Maybe she was really weak, because Ah Ying's face was flushed and her breathing was unstable.

Zhou Zhi nodded: "Okay."

"You're welcome. The sun is shining brightly today. I'm going to go dry some herbs. If you're tired, just call me."

"it is good."

"Of course, if you can't call me, you can also do this..." As he said this, he pointed to the chair where Zhou Zhi was sitting, "It's movable. Yes, press here to move it."

He lowered his eyes, without any impatience, until he took her hand and led her to the agency.

"Did Aying do this by himself? That's amazing!"

After being praised, Aying just smiled slightly.

Is it awesome?

Are you pretending to worship me by acting like this?

Is Zhizhi lying?

Where can it be so simple that it can win your favor?

It's just that, you're just trying to make people happy, right?

But he was just smiling, and no one knew what emotions were reflected in his eyes under his long eyelashes.

Aying left, and the smell of herbs on his body disappeared into the sunny corner.

Zhou Zhi closed his eyes and began to recall the brief encounter with A Yu.

"Take him home... he can't be cured..."

Zhou Zhi tried to sort out the information he had revealed, but his mind kept flashing back to that wet, grassy muddy place and the little boy with wet eyes... and...

The little purple flower that she finally held in her hand.

Zhou Zhi opened his eyes, and the plain vase with purple flowers in his sight gradually overlapped with the small flowers in his memory.

"Little girl, what are you doing here?"

Before Zhou Zhi could continue thinking, an old voice came from a distance. Zhou Zhi turned around and saw an old lady with a strange appearance.

They should be villagers nearby.

Zhou Zhixiang.

"In the sun, grandma."

"Is that so—" Her voice came closer and closer. Zhou Zhi felt uncomfortable all over and stepped back subconsciously, but his speed was so slow that he didn't have any defensive strength.

Zhou Zhi: I hate that I am a waste.

The old lady didn't do anything to her. She just tapped her forehead and said, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Zhi thought she was talking about how she came to Aying's house, but the next second, the old lady spoke again.

"Let's go back."

Zhou Zhi frowned, his heart suddenly ached, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

She vaguely heard someone calling her name again.

A deadly familiar experience.

Zhou Zhi closed his eyes numbly.