High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 1109
Yang Moyan has a dark face.

This guy has been too lethargic lately.

Medical science has shown that people who sleep too much have extremely serious harm to the body and various structures.

He put down the water glass, and immediately picked up the boy horizontally.

Lin Zhaoxia was still confused, "Hey, what are you doing? I still have to sleep."

Yang Moyan shook the weight in his hand, "Why is it so light?"

After raising it for so long, it is still as light as the first time we met, are you sure it didn't grow up eating clouds in the sky?

Like a feather, completely weightless.

"What does the little fairy want to do so seriously?" Lin Zhaoxia told him the unreasonable truth in a serious manner, "The world of fairies always regards lightness as the standard. This is a world you don't understand."

Anyway, her identity has been exposed, so Lin Zhaoxia doesn't need to be duplicity when she slanders her stomach this time.

However, Yang Moyan casually licked his lips at such fallacies.

1.7 meters tall.

It is enough to be looked up to among the boys.

But the weight is also enough to cause concern.

Went to the bathroom while talking.

Lin Zhaoxia wanted to jump off.

But when he was ruthlessly thrust into his arms by a certain young master, his strength followed a little tighter.

She raised her eyes and looked over, "Sleep is not allowed, and toilet is not allowed?"

Young Master Yang looked at her inexplicably, "I'm afraid you fell asleep in the bathroom."

The boy clicked his tongue, raised his hand and rubbed his nose, "How is that possible."

Then it was thrown into the bathroom.

Lin Zhaoxia: "..."

No one saves.

Just throw it away?

She doesn't want to lose face.

But it turns out that the thorough denial just now is a slap in the face now.

Originally, I wanted to go to the toilet and not sleep, go back and find some books to read, and pass the boring time.

As a result, when washing his hands, he fell asleep against the marble wall beside him.

Yang Moyan was waiting outside the bathroom.

Almost 10 minutes passed.

Frowning slightly, he felt something was wrong, and reached out and knocked on the isolation door that separated the bathroom from the outside, "Lin Zhaoxia?"

No one replied.

Only the sound of splashing water flowing inside.

Yang Moyan raised his voice, "Lin Zhaoxia?"

Still no answer.

Unable to hold back, he stretched out his hand and opened the isolation door.

After all, the teenager's lethargy these days is really the kind where he can fall asleep at any time while standing.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the isolation door, he saw the young man with his back facing him, leaning half of his body on the marble wall of the bathroom.

The mirror reflected the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the young man.

However, the eyes that were always twinkling were closed at this time.

Sure enough, fell asleep.

The corner of Yang Moyan's eyes twitched, he went out and turned off the faucet, took a towel to dry the boy's hands, then picked him up and left the bathroom.

Probably because he was too sleepy, the boy just moved his body in Yang Moyan's arms during this period, and fell asleep as before.

Yang Moyan couldn't help frowning, always feeling that if he slept like this, something would happen to the boy's body.

As soon as he put the boy on the bed, he took the phone and called Song Yan.

Song Yan came over quickly.

Holding the medicine box, she was still dressed in a breezy and elegant outfit, with warm brows and eyes like jade, "What's going on? Lethargy?"

Yang Moyan raised his chin slightly, stood beside Lin Zhaoxia's bed, his back against the wall, his brows were slightly furrowed, "It started the day before yesterday. I didn't wake up until two o'clock today, and I just fell asleep again."

Song Yan took the stethoscope, put it between the boy's neck and listened, and then lowered it slightly.

Nothing unusual.

(End of this chapter)