The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Just as Gu Weimian was enjoying himself and falling asleep, he felt the comb on his hair stop for a moment. "Head, does it still hurt?" Gu Weimian's body stiffened slightly, and he said calmly, “It doesn’t hurt.” The man didn't speak. Gu Weimian sighed, raised his hand, and touched the man's head: "It's just a little bit, it's not very painful." Before she could finish her words, Ning Quruo held her tightly.
Just as Gu Weimian was enjoying himself and falling asleep, he felt the comb on his hair stop for a moment.
The man rubbed her head with his big palm, and his fingertips with thin calluses brushed her scalp bit by bit, bringing out a slight electric current.
"Head, does it still hurt?"
Gu Weimian's body stiffened slightly, and he said calmly,
“It doesn’t hurt.”
The man didn't speak.
She could only feel the man's breathing becoming more and more rapid.
Gu Weimian clenched his hand and turned to look at the man behind him.
Before she could turn around, the man hugged her from behind.
Her eyes widened slightly.
The man's hot chest pressed against her back, and his head bent down and rested on her shoulder.
He buried his face in her neck.
"Liar.
As the man spoke, gusts of hot air sprayed on her neck.
Gu Weimian sighed, raised his hand, and touched the man's head: "It's just a little bit, it's not very painful."
Before she could finish her words, Ning Quruo held her tightly.
She could only keep quiet.
"If I..."
"No ifs!" Ning Quruo interrupted Gu Weiman directly.
There was a helpless expression on Gu Weimian's face.
She had many speculations about her illness.
But these speculations cannot be told to others.
Because she was not sure whether these speculations of hers would happen in this life.
Rebirth is her biggest secret.
This secret...maybe she will take it to her grave.
She pursed her lips tightly.
"Don't worry too much."
She touched Ning Quruo's head.
During this period of time, she has been guessing about the problems with herself.
It's not an injury.
No poisoning either.
And every drastic ups and downs in her emotions seemed to affect her condition, making it worse.
She suspected...
Maybe it's a psychological illness.
There seemed to be a gap in her memory.
My illness may be related to the lost memory.
Especially the dream about my grandfather’s death.
Gu Weiman frowned, this might be the key.
Grandpa...how did he die?
What happened then?
In this life... many things are different.
She pursed her lips and put aside her worries. She was lucky that her grandfather was not dead.
You have to know that at this time in the previous life, grandpa had already become sick because of her.
Things can be checked slowly.
Although many things have changed, it does not mean that they cannot be found out.
It just takes time.
She already had some direction in mind.
Feeling Ning Quruo's arms tightening, Gu Weimian raised his hand and patted the man's head.
"Don't worry too much."
Ning Quruo uttered a muffled "hmm", but his voice was a little hoarse.
Gu Weimian narrowed his eyes, "You're not...crying, are you?"
"Who's crying!" He suddenly sat up straight.
Without waiting for Gu Weimian to react, he picked up the comb again and started combing Gu Weimian's hair.
Gu Weimian wanted to turn around and look at him, but the man straightened her head.
Just look straight ahead.
I tried several times but failed to turn my head back.
After a long time, Gu Weimian bent down, put his elbows on his legs, supported his chin with one hand, and smiled helplessly.
This is pretty good.
She squinted her eyes and asked lazily:
"Can I write something after I finish my hair?"
The man paused, "You... like Huo Yan so much?"
Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.
Why did the topic suddenly turn to Huo Yan?