The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

When Gu Weimian was enjoying himself and fell asleep, he felt that the comb on the top of his hair stopped for a moment.

The man's big palm rubbed the top of her head, and his calloused fingertips rubbed her scalp little by little, bringing out a trace of electricity.

"Head, does it still hurt?"

Gu Weimian's body stiffened slightly, and he said softly,

"It doesn't hurt."

The man said nothing.

She could only feel the man's breathing getting faster and faster on top of her hair.

Gu Weimian shook his hand and turned to look at the man behind him.

Before she could turn around, her body was hugged by a man from behind.

Her eyes widened slightly.

The man's hot chest pressed against her back, and his head bent down and placed on her shoulder.

His face was buried in her shoulder and neck.

"Liar.

As the man spoke, waves of hot air sprayed on her neck.

Gu Weimian sighed, raised his hand and touched the man's head: "It's just a little bit, it won't be uncomfortable."

Before she finished speaking, her whole body was tightened by Ning Quruo.

She could only silence her voice.

"If I……"

"No ifs!" Ning Quruo interrupted Gu Weimian directly.

Gu Weimian had a helpless expression on his face.

She had many speculations about her illness.

But these guesses cannot be told to others.

Because she was not sure whether her speculations would happen in this life.

Rebirth is her biggest secret.

This secret... may be kept in the coffin by her for the rest of her life.

Her lips tightened,

"Don't worry too much."

She touched Ning Quruo's head.

During this time, she had been speculating about her own problems.

Not trauma.

No poisoning either.

And every violent emotional ups and downs seemed to affect her condition and make it worse.

She doubts...

Maybe it's a mental illness.

There seemed to be gaps in her memory.

My illness may be related to the lost memory.

Especially the dream where grandpa died.

Gu Weimian frowned, this might be the key.

Grandpa...how did he die?

What happened then?

In this life... many things are different.

She pursed her lips and let go of her worries. She was lucky that her grandfather didn't die.

You must know that at this time in the last life, grandpa was already angry with her.

Things can be investigated slowly.

Although many things have changed, it is not impossible to find out.

It just takes time.

She already had some direction in mind.

Feeling Ning Quruo's arm tightening, Gu Weimian raised her hand and patted the man's head.

"Don't worry too much."

Ning Quruo let out a muffled "Huh", but his voice was a little hoarse.

Gu Weimian narrowed his eyes, "You're not...crying, are you?"

"Who is crying!" He suddenly sat upright.

Before Gu Weimian could react, he picked up the comb again and combed Gu Weimian's hair.

Gu Weimian wanted to look back at him, but her head was turned straight by the man.

Just look straight ahead.

I couldn't turn around several times without success.

For a long time, Gu Weimian bent down, put his elbows on his legs, held his chin with one hand, and smiled helplessly.

That's pretty good too.

She squinted her eyes and asked lazily:

"Can I write something after I comb my hair?"

The man's hand paused, "You... like Huo Yan so much?"

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.

Why did the topic suddenly turn to Huo Yan?