Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

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He had already taken off his coat and thrown it aside, and the skin on the back of his hand that was in contact with Aunt Zhang had been rubbed red.

Sure enough... Is there still no way to bear other people's touch?

Xiao Yan let the cold water pour on his hands, but what he recalled in his mind was the feeling of holding A Zhao's palm.

Warm, soft, without the slightest disgust.

He raised his head and looked at the person in the mirror.

A pale and thin young man with a pretty face.

Xiao Yan knew that many women liked such a boy.

Judging by Xu Zhao's appearance, he also has no resistance to himself.

He raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.

Then treat me better, Teacher Xu. He whispered softly.

It was you who provoked me first.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Ah Zhao stood outside the bathroom and called Xiao Yan's name worriedly - he had been inside for a long time.

The door opened.

Xiao Yan in a mess appeared in front of A Zhao.

What's wrong with you?

Xiao Yan was a little embarrassed: I accidentally fell down just now, and my coat was dirty.

Ah Zhao immediately became worried: Nowhere is it hurt?

Xiao Yan shook his head: I just rubbed the back of my hand, it's not a big problem.

Ah Zhao looked at his left hand hidden behind his back: Extend your hand and let me have a look.

Xiao Yan flinched subconsciously, but did not follow suit.

Ah Zhao narrowed his eyes: Xiao Yan.

She found that as long as she turned cold and called the hero's name, the hero would be very obedient.

As everyone knows, it's just because Xiao Yan likes to hear his name, and being called out with caring and worrying emotions.

He stretched out his hand slowly, and Ah Zhao saw that the back of his left hand was red, and even the skin was torn.

Ah Zhao was very distressed: It's all like this and you still say it's okay.

She didn't care about any clothes, she dragged Xiao Yan into the room, asked the housekeeper to get medicine for him to rub on.

Because of the medicine, the two were very close.

Xiao Yan sat quietly on the bed, looking at the woman squatting in front of him, carefully applying medicine to her hand.

From this angle, he could see the top of Azhao's jet-black hair, and further down, the long eyelashes hanging down.

Her eyes were beautiful, as clear as a puddle of water. At this moment, the water was softly surrounding him.

There was a light fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, not like the smell of perfume.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

Okay. Ah Zhao exhaled and was about to get up.

A pulling force came from her arms, and she squatted halfway, her center of gravity was already unstable, so she subconsciously staggered and fell forward.

A cool embrace hugged her tightly.

Teacher. Xiao Yan called out in a low voice.

Ah Zhao, who was still holding a medicine bottle and a cotton swab, said, ???

She was about to break away subconsciously, at this moment, Xiao Yan spoke again: Teacher is so kind to me.

Since my mother left, no one has treated me so well.

All right.

Ah Zhao paused for a moment, and gave up the plan to break free from this embrace.

The hero must have thought of something sad again.

Ah Zhao thought for a while, put the cotton swab aside, stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Yan's back:

All the misfortunes and sorrows of the past cannot be changed, let's look forward, Xiao Yan.

You still have a long future, and you will meet many good people.

Xiao Yan tightened his arms: No, there will never be anyone better than the teacher.