This novel features transmigration, double purity, a sweet, pure-yet-seductive socially anxious beauty versus a deep-minded, outwardly warm but inwardly cold military officer. It's a sweet, dot...
Can they be together? My sister-in-law and my uncle don't seem to get along well.
Tang Huan leaned slowly on his arm and closed his eyes. He couldn't sleep and couldn't think straight.
Meng Zeyan stared at her for a long time, and only looked away when someone else came to the infusion room.
The two people who came for the IV drip were a mother and her son. The young man helped the mother in. The old lady walked unsteadily, probably because she fell on the snowy day.
Meng Zeyan pointed to the room at the back and whispered, "The nurse is there."
The young man smiled at Meng Zeyan, helped the old lady sit down on the chair next to them, and walked lightly to the back to knock on the door.
Tang Huan could clearly hear the nurse's footsteps, the old lady's conversation with the nurse, and later the old lady's casual chat with Meng Zeyan.
After an unknown amount of time, she really fell into a deep sleep.
Feeling the breathing gradually slowing down on his arm, Meng Zeyan looked down at her with a tender and affectionate gaze.
The old lady also fell asleep leaning on her son, and the infusion room returned to silence.
When the infusion was almost finished, Meng Zeyan whispered to her, "Xiao Huan, wake up."
Tang Huan opened his eyes drowsily and sat up straight. Meng Zeyan stood up and asked the nurse to remove the needle.
Almost awake, Tang Huan looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already past four in the morning.
The nurse came over to help Tang Huan remove the needle and gave her a cotton ball to press the needle hole.
Meng Zeyan reached out and tested the temperature on her forehead, and the fever subsided.
The two went to the pharmacy together to get the medicine and walked out of the hospital.
It was just getting light at this time, and some old men and women were walking on the street with brooms and shovels.
The breakfast shop across the street had just opened its doors, and Meng Zeyan and Tang Huan were the first customers to arrive.
The steamed dumplings were just out of the pot. Tang Huan took a small bite out of them and pressed them into the vinegar dish to soak up the vinegar juice.
Meng Zeyan looked at her as if she was about to drown the dumplings, "Not sour?"
"It's not sour, I like it." Tang Huan put the bun dipped in vinegar into her mouth. She also wanted to add some chili oil, but she controlled herself because she was worried about getting sick.
Meng Zeyan still remembered the bag of snow-red fruits he took from her last time. There was one in it that she only took a bite of because it was too sour.
Does she like sourness or not?
When the two were almost done eating, people started to arrive at the breakfast shop.
Meng Zeyan stood up to pay the bill, and Tang Huan made a final struggle with the remaining oil tea in the bowl.
In the end, Youcha won, she really couldn't hold on any longer.
After Meng Zeyan came back after paying the bill, the two of them walked out together.
A couple happened to be entering the door and passed by them.
Tang Huan was attracted by the lesbian in the couple. The lesbian also saw Tang Huan raised his eyebrows in surprise, smiled charmingly at her, and was very proud.
Tang Huan's expression remained unchanged as he looked at her calmly.
The female comrade glanced at her with boredom and turned to look at the people around Tang Huan.
After seeing Meng Zeyan, her expression immediately returned to normal and she quickly followed her husband into the breakfast shop.
This was the first time Tang Huan met this lesbian in person; she had seen her in photos before.
Not only had she seen it, Meng Zeyan had also seen it.
She is the person in the photo in Meng Zeyu's diary.
The real person is quite different from the photo. The smug look on her face probably shows that she knows who she is.
Tang Huan looked up and said to Meng Zeyan, "She is the person in Meng Zeyu's photo."
Meng Zeyan helped her wrap the scarf around her, covering most of her face. "Don't pay attention to her. Zeyu has nothing to do with her." This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)