Chapter 927: You're Not a Psychotic (64)

"If you quarrel again, you'll be done." He Zeyu said fiercely.

Shen Mubai didn't think so, hummed and chirped, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

She was so sleepy that she fell asleep within a few minutes.

.....

When the bell rang in the early morning, Shen Mubai woke up in a daze, she felt a little headache in her head, and a little groggy, the warm source around her made her involuntarily drill over, subconsciously rubbed it, and fell asleep again.

"Get up." A deep voice rang out in my ears.

Shen Mubai didn't want to get up, she didn't even want to open her eyes, she only felt that her whole body was soft.

The flush on the other party's face made He Zeyu frown slightly, and he couldn't help but stretch out his big hand and poke it towards her forehead.

Then the aura on his body appeared violent for a moment, and the expression on his face was extremely gloomy.

Sick people will unconsciously look like a baby, just like Shen Mubai now, after realizing that he could leave with something he could rely on, he muttered dissatisfiedly, and then clung to it.

On weekdays, the other party's appearance would only make He Zeyu want to her hard, but the current situation makes him think about somethingI didn't have any ideas.

"Idiot."

I don't know if I slept for too long, Shen Mubai woke up in a daze, and He Zeyu's familiar voice came from his ears, "Take medicine." ”

She opened her eyes and found that the other party was holding pills and hot water in her hand, so she couldn't help but sit up and rub her eyes and said, "I'm sick?" ”

She touched her hot forehead, no wonder she felt uncomfortable.

He Zeyu on the other side just frowned and handed over the medicine.

Shen Mubai obediently took the medicine and drank it with hot water.

She looked at the porridge on the side, pointed, and said, "Just give me this?" ”

He Zeyu snorted impatiently, "Then what else do you want to eat?" ”

Shen Mubai said, "I want to eat meat." ”

He Zeyu sneered, picked up the bowl, scooped up the porridge and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

Shen Mubai, "......"

Sure enough, it was a lie to think that He Zeyu was a little gentle or something today.

This time the illness was menacing, and Shen Mubai, who had slept for a long time, was not much better.

In a daze, a large hand was placed on her forehead, and then withdrawn again.

....

The prison's infirmary.

When the doctor in the white coat heard the footsteps, he didn't have to look up to know who it was.

The other party kicked the table on the side unhappily and sneered, "What kind of bullshit doctor are you, she hasn't been well yet." ”

Raising his head with a headache, Dr. Li was a little speechless, but the other party was a person who made many prisoners in Area A jealous, and he didn't dare to face it, so he said euphemistically, "Either send me a few injections, or take medicine for a few days, the former is faster, and the latter is slower." ”

Of course, He Zeyu didn't want to send people over, so he stared at the people in front of him unhappily.

Dr. Li couldn't resist, "If you really can't do it, you can let him sweat a little more, I can't do anything." ”

He watched the other party leave, and his heart slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know what the newcomer looked like, and he was fascinated by the king of the prison.

Perspire?

He Zeyu, who returned to the room, stared at the person lying on the bed, and for the first time felt that there were still things in prison that could not be easily solved by fists.

Holding the person into his arms, he looked at the slightly red face in front of him, and his mood was a little irritable.

The weather was already hot in the afternoon, and even if they stayed in the last prison, it would inevitably be affected.