Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

"Teacher? Teacher?"

Azhao slept and felt that someone was calling her.

I can’t hear it, and I still bother her to sleep.

She waved an impatiently and wanted to drive the guy around.

"Snapped!"

The crisp, physical collision sounded in this room.

Xiao Yu looked at the clear red mark on the back of his hand and sighed.

Is the sick person so capricious and difficult?

He looked at the medicine in his hand, how can he let the teacher eat it?

Seeing here, do you think that the author will let the male owner feed the Azhao with his mouth?

Innocent!

Xiao Yu got up and went to the bathroom. Soon, he came out with a damp towel in his hand.

Then, toward the bed of Azhao ... a neck.

Azhao was smashed with ice, and the whole body trembled. Then, she opened her eyes with water.

Because of her fever, her eyes were a little red, and she seemed to shout with two tears. She looked at Xiao Yu with a watery look, and she looked pitiful.

Xiao Yu coughed and shouted a teacher.

Azhao responded with a slow response.

Looking at this kind of Azhao, Xiao Yu’s rare heart is awkward.

He picked up the towel and explained it with a serious look: "The teacher is sweating, I am going to wipe the teacher, I didn't expect it to be steady... I fell."

A Zhao looked at the face of the man's main face with a guilty look, and he couldn't move his heart. Where would he blame him?

"Nothing." She shook her head, only to feel a dizzy.

Xiao Yu said nothing about throwing the towel aside and handing her the antipyretic and water cup to her.

"The teacher ate the medicine first, and waited for the doctor to come over. Wait until the doctor has seen it and sleep again."

That's right, this is the purpose of Xiao Yu.

He can't stand the doctor who doesn't know where to come into his room to see a doctor!

Of course, the teacher's room is not good either!

A Zhao was not obedient, and he ate the medicine himself.

At this time, she was only aware of the consciousness behind her in this room.

"This is..." she was amazed.

Xiao Yu put the cup and said it: "I can't open the teacher's room door. I can only grieve the teacher and lie in my room."

Azhao: "...no, yes... wronged you."

The character of the man, she understands, let others enter their own room, especially, still sleep in their own bed.

For him, it is definitely a great tolerance and sacrifice.

Xiao Yu smiled and smiled: "What does the teacher say? As long as it is a teacher... there is nothing wrong with it."

A Zhao stared at Xiao Yu.

I don't know if I heard the man's words because of the fever. She only felt a hot air from the bottom of my heart, and my face seemed to be more heated. The brain is also awkward.

This, this, how to listen, is a bit wrong?

She licked her head and opened the quilt herself and walked down the bed.

"Don't you say that the doctor is coming? Let's go downstairs."

Xiao Yu walked over to A Zhao and looked at her: "Does the teacher still want me to carry it back?"

When Azhao looked at him at this moment, he felt that Xiao Yu seemed to be different in peacetime.

The two were so close together, she didn't feel that something was wrong, but now she is a little uncomfortable.

She took a step back and shook her head: "The next floor is fine, no problem."

"Okay." I don't know if it is A Zhao's illusion. I always feel that Xiao Yu’s sentence seems to have brought some regrets.

What is he regretting?