Quick Transmigration: Leisure

"hiss--"

"So hot."

Xia Youmi was shocked the moment she touched Song Yue's forehead.

How can someone have a perfectly healthy-looking head that's actually about to explode? Is this person even worth keeping?

Moreover, Song Yue's body was in a tense state, and she couldn't even see what she was holding.

"Sigh, let's give him acupuncture first." Xia Youmi muttered, taking out a few thin needles she had gotten from Bu Yu. Although they weren't a complete set, they would be fine for an emergency.

"I'm sorry for the offense, benefactor!"

Xia Youmi put her hands together, adding a touch of ritual.

but,

Just as I carefully inserted the needle into the neck, preparing to quickly twist and stimulate the acupoint, I felt the other person suddenly wake up with a start.

"Hey! Don't move!" Xia Youmi, disregarding the potential offense, quickly used her left hand to hold Song Yue's jawbone, trying to keep his head still. She also hurriedly explained, "Using needles for a high fever is very dangerous! Don't hurt yourself... I'm not trying to be kind."

"Young Master Song!" Xia Youmi suddenly froze, unable to move.

Song Yue's eyes were slightly open, but he seemed unable to see clearly. He sniffed the air and ignored the needles being inserted into his mouth.

She suddenly threw herself into Xia Youmi's arms, resting her head against her neck, and called out in a tearful voice, "Xia...Mi..."

Xia Youmi's mind was in turmoil. What was he doing?!

Wait, what did he call me? What's with this "Xia"?

Unfortunately, out of a doctor's instinct, she withdrew the needle the moment she came to her senses.

When she quietly moved away, preparing to have a proper conversation with Song Yue.

Perhaps it was the detachment that triggered the switch, the atmosphere in my arms changed, and a chill surged up, inexplicably biting to the bone.

"You want to leave? Hmm?" Song Yue didn't look up, but his hands gradually climbed up Xia Youmi's neck, clasped together, and wrapped her up in his arms.

"Trying to leave?" Song Yue murmured, forcefully pressing the person in front of him.

The two instantly switched positions in their embrace.

"Song Yue, what's wrong with you? Are you delirious from the fever?" Xia Youmi didn't want to resist too much before figuring out what was going on.

"Don't leave."

"Huh? What? I'm not leaving for now."

"Don't leave."

"Okay, let go first, and talk slowly." Xia Youmi's tone was coaxing, and following his words, she could clearly sense the change in his aura.

Song Yue gradually loosened his grip, seemingly preparing to cooperate and let her go.

But one hand moved down and stopped in the back of his knee, and he suddenly exerted force.

"boom!"

"I can't hold it in anymore!" came the annual complaint.

Just now, Song Yue seemed to be having a nightmare and trying to pick up Xia Youmi, but unfortunately, he must have been too weak from his illness.

Her hands went limp, and she threw Xia Youmi to the ground. Fortunately, she was agile and managed to roll back to her feet.

Then, she looked up helplessly at the person who was frantically fiddling with things, like a blind man trying to catch his own fumbling.

"Where are you? No!"

"I'm perfectly fine!" Xia Youmi patted off imaginary dust and looked at the bundle that had fallen to the ground when she picked it up.

She had been held protectively in Song Yue's arms the whole time; I wonder what kind of treasure she was.

"Here, here you go!"

However, she wasn't very curious and simply picked it up and handed it over.

"I......"

"Youmi, no, his eye color is constantly changing, be careful!" Nian Nian reminded him, because Song Yue had his head down and Xia Youmi couldn't see his face.

But every year, out of a professional habit, I paid extra attention.

Unexpectedly, they caught a glimpse of Song Yue's slightly narrowed eyes, revealing his pupils in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

"What's wrong with him? It feels like there are countless versions of him." Xia Youmi examined the footage she was watching. The pupils in the footage weren't just human; they included various animals and people of different ages.

It was as if numerous personalities and species had once existed within Song Yue's body.

Or perhaps, his physical body is constantly changing.

"I matched each of those pupil colors one by one to see if I could analyze it clearly." Every year when there was work to be done, I stopped focusing on watching the excitement and carefully compared each scene.

"boom--"

"So heavy!" Xia Youmi was incredibly quick-witted, and just as Song Yue froze and was about to fall, bumping his head and getting a big bump on his head.

Xia Youmi made her move, stepping forward and forcefully pulling the other person away.

Then, it succumbed to instantaneous gravity and traction!

They fell to the ground embracing each other under the big tree, with Xia Youmi acting as their human cushion.

"Tsk, a doctor's heart is truly benevolent." Nian Nian was captivated by the sounds and sounds, and couldn't help but comment.

"Woo!"

After Xia Youmi got up and laid the person down again, she found that Song Yue had returned to a normal patient posture and was able to move around freely with acupuncture.

He immediately stopped being polite.

He administered the acupuncture quickly, as if afraid of triggering the switch again.

This time, Song Yue behaved himself and cooperated fully.

Once she had seen that it was about right, Xia Youmi left him behind and went alone to gather some herbs in the direction Nian Nian had pointed out.

There was no wind or waves.

She came back and stayed until the medicine was ready.

I was about to force-feed him when I waited for him to turn the phone back on.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

Xia Youmi pretended to be mute this time, mechanically stuffing the medicine into Song Yue's mouth as if she were invisible.

This caused a burst of coughing.

"Ahem, Miss Mi." Song Yue opened her eyes, a complex expression flashing across her face, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Ah."

"Cough, what's wrong with me? Thank you for saving me, young lady!" Song Yue said politely while taking her medicine.

"Ah."

"Ahem, is this for me to change into? Thank you." Even though Xia Youmi looked cold, she still tossed the dry clothes she had brought to Song Yue after feeding him the medicine, and the other party quickly understood.

Without a word, he took it, his leg trembling.

Then, seeing that there was no cover around, she was about to ask Xia Youmi's opinion when she saw the other person lower her head, indicating that she couldn't see anything.

"Thank you very much!"

Song Yue bowed again with great humility, looked around, and then changed his clothes quickly and efficiently, though with difficulty.

He regained his senses and realized that this was the best thing for him.

The sickly fellow would only slow Mi down, so he couldn't say anything more. Judging from the girl's expression, she had probably put in a lot of effort to treat him earlier.

I am truly sorry and filled with shame.

"Miss Mi, I've changed. You can, cough, you don't need to bury your head." Song Yue stretched her limbs and felt that the clothes fit her figure quite well.

But the thought that it was a men's style for a girl made her feel awkward.

Is it possible that I'm too weak and will be disliked?

Why is Miss Mi still keeping her head down? Does she not want to see him?

"How can I explain to myself that I'm laughing so hard my face turns red every year?!"

"Haha! If you don't look up, you'll be seen as putting on airs!"

Xia Youmi was shaking with laughter from the farce of her earlier act of feigning aloofness.

It's really true that Nian Nian, that little rascal, actually opened a CEO romance novel, and paired it with Song Yue's lines from earlier, plus her subsequent attitude.

I imagined a scene playing out for her in my mind.

The one-man rule, a blend of reality and illusion, is completely out of control.

"Cough, are you still feeling unwell?" Xia Youmi straightened up slightly, but still didn't dare to look up at her.

"Much better, but the medicine is a bit bitter." Song Yue looked embarrassed and leaned closer, preparing to thank him again, "Oh, miss, you also have a high fever?"