Quick Time Transmigration: Autistic Male God, Don't Be Afraid of Me

Chapter 4
Fang Manor, third floor of the villa.

The sunlight outside the window is very good, and through the huge lattice window, it casts a grid of striped shadows on the ground.The curtains moved slightly.

The floor was covered with expensive blankets, the edges embroidered with gold thread.There was a boy sitting on the blanket.

He lowered his head quietly, his long and thick eyelashes smeared with a thin layer of mist in the sunlight.

He was wearing a clean white shirt, and his beautiful collarbone was faintly revealed from the neckline.

Even though he was just 18 years old, the boy was already undeniably slender, with long legs sitting casually, his slender fingers holding a paintbrush and dancing freely on the white paper.The picture drawn by the pen is very beautiful.

As he looked at the painting, he seemed to be gradually distracted.

The old man at the door of the room looked at him helplessly and called tentatively: "Aqing?"

The boy still lowered his head.

His eyes seemed out of focus, and his face was expressionless.

The old man sighed, and said to the doctor beside him, "I have tried everything, but it still doesn't work."

The two gently closed the door, and while going downstairs, the doctor whispered respectfully: "Master Fang is in a special situation. There is no problem with his intelligence and language. He just closed his heart. Medical methods may not be very effective."

Mr. Fang shook his head, "Why don't I know that a heart disease requires a heart medicine doctor? But if nothing can be found about his heart disease, how can he find a heart medicine?"

Young master Fang has been like this since he was a child. The psychiatrist can't even hypnotize him. No one knows what he is thinking, and no one knows the cause of the disease.The doctor was silent.

Coincidentally, when they reached the second floor, Ma Yan walked over, hurriedly bent down respectfully, and said obediently, "Grandpa Fang. I'm going to see Ah Qing."

Master Fang glanced at her, hummed lightly, and reminded, "Don't touch him."

Ma Yan quickly said: "I know, Grandpa Fang."

Mr. Fang nodded and walked over with the doctor without saying anything else.

Ma Yan pursed her lips.

She was found by Master Fang with great difficulty, a woman of the right age who fits the superstition.So in the Fang family, she is considered half the master.

Normally, he could show off his power in front of the servants, but because Fang Qing's illness had not improved, Master Fang's attitude towards her was lukewarm, not very good.

Ma Yan was also anxious...but she had no choice.

Fortunately, Fang Qing treats everyone the same.Master Fang didn't let her leave the Fang family, so if things continued like this, she would be able to marry Fang Qing even if she didn't cure Fang Qing.After all, they can barely be considered childhood sweethearts who know everything, right?
Thinking of the beautiful boy who drew pictures, Ma Yan bit her lips shyly.

She went carefully to the third floor.

Although Fang Qing treats her no differently from others, as the mascot chosen by Master Fang, Ma Yan has to try hard every day.

She gently opened the door, and saw the boy staring at the half-drawn painting in front of him with his pure eyes, with no expression on his face.

There was a pause for her breath.

... Fang Qing is definitely the most beautiful person she has ever seen.

Even though he was not normal, his appearance and temperament, as well as his well-behaved appearance when he was quiet... made her unable to control it.

She is willing to marry him and be with him for the rest of her life, even if he never recovers, it doesn't matter.

(End of this chapter)