Quick Transmigration: The Little Essence of a Sick Big Guy

The next day.

When Zuo Le woke up, he felt sore and backache, but he couldn't wait to ask, "Dashun, where is the task progress now?"

"50%." System 666 said.

Zuo Le sighed, "The progress of the task is still a bit slow."

System 666 comforted: "Host, the current progress is already very fast. People like Gu Zhi who are extremely unhealthy can only gradually get better when they feel enough love. The host only needs to keep sending warmth. , the completion of the task is just around the corner.”

Zuo Le was noncommittal.

When he saw the man in silk pajamas coming over with breakfast, he couldn't help but wonder: "Master, don't you have to work today?"

"Today is on vacation." Gu Zhi sat by the bed, handed the milk to the young man, and said unhurriedly, "I originally planned to take you to take the entrance exam today, but seeing you look like this, you probably won't be able to leave the house." gone."

"Why not?" Zuo Le said and lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

However, as soon as his feet touched the floor, he felt sore and weak, and he knelt down uncontrollably.

Gu Zhi quickly supported him, and said with a smirk, "You have to trust my judgment."

Zuo Le blushed, and lay back on the bed depressed, and asked unwillingly: "Then when I can walk, can the master still take me to take the exam?" He managed to win the chance to go out for some fresh air, It can't just be lost inexplicably like this.

Gu Zhi's eyes darkened, but his tone was somewhat gentle: "Yes."

Zuo Le said happily: "Thank you, Master."

Gu Zhi looked at him tenderly, and said dotingly, "Hurry up and have breakfast."

Zuo Le looked at the glass full of milk in his hand, feeling very troubled.

He doesn't like drinking milk.

dislike it very much.

Zuo Le glanced at the man, and boldly asked: "Master, can I not drink this?"

"Milk can improve... quality." Gu Zhi said calmly.

Zuo Le suspected that he heard it wrong, and asked with wide eyes: "Improve the quality of what?"

Gu Zhi smiled without saying a word, with a bad look on his face.

Zuo Lejiong was energetic, he blushed and suppressed his discomfort and took a sip.

The milky smell exploded in his mouth, and Zuo Le's eyebrows were immediately tangled together.

If it wasn't for Gu Zhi watching him from the side, he would really be able to spit it out.

"Is it so uncomfortable?" Gu Zhi asked in a deep voice.

His eyes were all focused on the boy's lips—the upper lip was stained with some milk stains, which really aroused people's imagination.

Gu Zhi's Adam's apple twitched slightly, feeling a little itchy in his heart.

"It's really hard to drink." Zuo Le's face almost turned into a bitter melon, he pouted and said coquettishly, "Master, I won't drink the rest, okay?"

Gu Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and took the milk cup from the boy's hand.

Zuo Le was overjoyed, but heard the man say: "Not good."

not good?

Then why did you take the milk away?

Zuo Le was surprised and confused.

He saw the man take a sip of milk, and then the man leaned over, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and kissed him without any explanation.

After a while, the man separated from him, and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't drink, I'll feed you."

Zuo Le's cheeks flushed, and he suddenly felt that the milk didn't seem so bad to drink.

After drinking the milk, Gu Zhi handed him a small plate of nuts.

Well, it's all things he doesn't like to eat.

Zuo Le discussed bitterly and said: "Master, I have already drank a glass of milk, can I not eat these nuts?"

Gu Zhi smiled wickedly and said, "Nuts can improve...activity."

Zuo Le blushed.

He now understands that, despite Gu Zhi's restraint before, he is actually a hooligan at heart.

Zuo Le said shyly, "I don't need it."

Gu Zhixie smiled and said, "You need it."

Zuo Le was so depressed, hugged the man's arm and said coquettishly: "But, I don't like nuts! Master, can you prepare some breakfast that I like?"

Gu Zhi seemed to be very talkative and asked, "Then what do you like to eat?"

Zuo Le hasn't eaten what he wants these days, he has been hungry for a long time.

Thinking of these things at this moment, he couldn't help sucking his saliva, and said happily: "Wontons, dumplings, noodle soup, steamed buns, egg-filled pancakes, flower rolls... Anyway, these common Chinese breakfasts are all good."

Gu Zhi frowned, and said with disgust, "Poor people eat these things."

Zuo Le suddenly became angry, and said with a dark face: "Even if you eat something, you can be classified as high or low?"

Gu Zhi was slightly taken aback, and said flatly: "The ones you want to eat are meaty and greasy, not easy to digest, and not nutritious."

Zuo Le smiled and said: "I think you think those things are cheap, right? Mountain delicacies cost money, but are those things really delicious?"

Zuo Le became more and more angry.

Thinking of the seafood and western breakfast he was forced to eat these days, he felt that his life was too difficult.

"I just want to eat what I want." Zuo Le said willfully with a dark face.

Gu Zhi looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled softly, nodded and said, "Okay."

Zuo Le didn't expect the man to agree so easily.He asked in disbelief: "You don't think I'm poor?"

Gu Zhi smiled lightly and said, "I don't dislike it."

Instead, he envied.

When he was a child, seeing other children eating snacks such as spicy strips, he was so greedy that he drools.

However, my father said that only poor people would eat those little snacks.

He was afraid of making his father unhappy, so he could only be a "noble man" in his father's eyes.

Thinking about it this way, whether it is food or food, how much of it is actually what he really likes?

Gu Zhi's eyes dimmed.

He subconsciously glanced at the boy beside him.

Perhaps, for so many years, this is the only person he really likes.

Everything else is optional.

this day.

Gu Zhi and the boy stayed together for a whole day.

The young man seemed to have endless words, rambling on and on, talking all over the place.

Gu Zhi listened silently from the side, occasionally replying with a sentence or two, feeling an indescribable peace in his heart.

The more he gets along with Zuo Le, the more reluctant he is to part with this person, the more he wants to lock this person up and let this person belong to him completely.

Before falling asleep at night, the boy asked him again, "Master, I think I can walk on the ground tomorrow. Can you take a vacation recently? Can I still take the entrance exam?"

Gu Zhi rubbed the top of the boy's hair, and said calmly, "I'll take you there tomorrow."

He looked calm on the surface, but his heart was gloomy: Zuo Le wanted to run outside all day, could it be that he felt bored staying here?Didn't this man say that he likes to imprison him by himself?Tired and tired now?