Clingy Love Guide [Transmigration Book]

Qiao Yi was dreaming again.

"Will this hurt?"

"Kick me if it hurts."

In the dream, the man's gentle voice sounded, and Qiao Yi stepped on the man's knee. Black suit pants were lined under her fair feet with cyan blood vessels, and the cold suit fabric brought an uncomfortable coolness to Qiao Yi.

Qiao Yi flexed her toes, drawing an obvious fold on the fabric of the suit.

The man chuckled and coaxed him: "Don't be afraid."

Of course, Qiao Yi wasn't afraid, he was just uncomfortable, his feet were sore and cold, even though the temperature of the man's body was transmitted through the fabric, he didn't feel any relief, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only rub his hands in dissatisfaction again. Rubbed the man's knee, then frowned again and didn't move.

It will only hurt more if you move.

Qiao Yi knew that this was his own dream. He had had this kind of dream many times. Every time the main character was the man in front of him who was checking his sprain, but he still didn't know the man's name. I know what he does, and I don't know why I have such a heart-pounding dream.

Qiao Yi is sure that she doesn't know each other in reality, but in the dream they are already familiar with each other.

I don’t know if it’s because I accidentally twisted my foot in reality during the day, but the pain in the dream today was very real, and Qiao Yi’s eyes were moist. A simple inspection was a torment for him, and Qiao Yi’s calf hurt so badly Trembling, and feeling aggrieved, she couldn't help kicking the man's calf with her uninjured foot.

The man lowered his head to examine carefully, and his warm palm was attached to Qiao Yi's ankle. Qiao Yi lowered her head and glanced, and saw a black mole on the side of the man's right index finger. There, the mole rubbed against Qiao Yi's skin, which inexplicably brought a different temperature.

Qiao Yi's left ankle was swollen. His skin was originally white, but the swelling was so obvious that the contrast was very serious.

Being kicked by Qiao Yi, the man raised his head and looked at Qiao Yi's face with distress and tenderness. Before he could speak, Qiao Yi raised her neck and stretched out her arms.

He doesn't check anymore.

to hug.

to carry.

The man really understood Qiao Yi's meaning. He carefully supported Qiao Yi's foot, let his injured foot step on the soft carpet, then bent down by himself, and passed his arms under Qiao Yi's legs.

very skilled.

After all, I have hugged countless times.

As soon as Qiao Yi wrapped her arms around the man's neck, he smelled the faint scent of perfume on the man's body, like a faint scent of cedar, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over.

Before falling asleep, Qiao Yi was drawing a draft, which was the character design of the protagonist in a novel, and the drafter gave him a not-so-detailed design.

He likes to wear dark suits and white shirts, and his ties are always placed very neatly. His sword eyebrows, thin lips, deep eyes, hair combed up meticulously, and no other extra accessories on his body. It's a monotonous gray, the same gray, and there are no bright colors in the wardrobe. I only drink one brand and taste of coffee, don't like adding sugar, but the taste of food is so weak that it seems to have no taste buds.

It is an old-fashioned overlord character design, which is very common in novels.

Qiao Yi usually only picks the ones he likes when accepting manuscripts. He has rejected countless bosses like this, but this is the only one.

The drafter also added such a sentence at the time: Yes, big, there is a mole on the left side of his right index finger!The color doesn't have to be very dark!Very bitter, right? ! !Poke me xp perfectly! !This is also the reason why I want to make an appointment with him, QAQ please!

Qiao Yi remembered the dream she had had at that time.

That mole has rubbed against many places.

Qiao Yi accepted the manuscript with red ears.

Qiao Yi is still in college, and usually accepts some business drafts when she has nothing to do. Although the pocket money given by her family is enough, Qiao Yi enjoys the process of doing what she likes and drawing what she wants to draw.

Today is his birthday, and he planned to reward himself with a piece of birthday cake after drawing this manuscript today, but an accident happened accidentally.

Qiao Yi has a house outside the school. When he came back from get out of class, it was raining outside and the ground was slippery. He accidentally twisted his foot.

When people are unlucky, almost anything can happen.

This is also what Qiao Yi thinks now.

When he opened his eyes, the top of his head was not the white ceiling he was familiar with, but a dazzling array of lights, colorful and flickering, making people's eyes hurt.

For a moment, Qiao Yi felt that he might still be dreaming. He was dizzy now, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of alcohol, and there were ghosts crying and howling in his ears——

"If you will peel my heart layer by layer—you will find—you will be surprised—"

Qiao Yi stared blankly at the tenor with a microphone and a yellow afro head standing in front of the huge screen.

He should have gone from one dream to another.

The tenor probably sensed his gaze and turned his head.

Seeing Qiao Yi wake up, the tenor's expression immediately became dog-legged, and he ran towards Qiao Yi holding the microphone.

"Are you awake? I thought you fell down and made yourself stupid! Hurry up and drink? Oh, I have sung this song for several rounds. I will call them all back. This group of people said Afraid of disturbing your rest, I opened another box and left me here to take care of you—”

The tenor spoke very fast, and Qiao Yi couldn't hear him clearly. Just smelling the smell of alcohol on his body made him feel sick.

Fortunately, the tenor acted quickly, and after speaking, he put the microphone into Qiao Yi's hand and went out to call someone.

As soon as the tenor left, the surrounding air became much fresher. Qiao Yi belatedly realized that she was probably in some kind of KTV box now, and the song that the tenor hadn't finished singing was still playing on the TV.

And Qiao Yi felt the dull pain from her ankle again.

He was leaning on the back of the sofa, but now he lowered his head and was stunned.

I was wearing a fluorescent green T-shirt. Under the colorful lights, the clothes even changed colors along with the lights. Under the fluorescent green clothes was a pair of pink striped pants, which was very reminiscent of the Pink Panther.

Qiao Yi's head became dizzy for a while.

Why would he have such an unnatural nightmare?

Not allowing him to think too much, he swept his feet.

He didn't wear shoes, and he didn't know where the shoes went. There was a swollen piece on his left ankle, which was exactly the same as the place where he was injured before, but it hurt more than before. It seemed that he had never seen a doctor or had any treatment.

The pain was excruciating, and Qiao Yi felt that she might need an ambulance now, but just as she touched the phone in her pocket, there was a sound of laughing and laughing at the door.

The tall man who just said he went out to find someone came back, and he brought back a dozen people.

This group of people was dressed normally, but there were a few of them who had dyed yellow hair like the tenor. As soon as they entered, the empty box was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the air became stagnant.

"It's like waking up, and it frightens us."

"That's right, you said that you walked so well that you had to fall on the flat ground, and you fell unconscious."

"What are you talking about? Is Young Master Qiao that kind of person? He must have tripped over something on the ground."

We all know that he fell, why not take him to the hospital?

They each opened their mouths, Qiao Yi felt dizzy and shrank into the corner of the sofa. He didn't know them, and he didn't like the smell on them.

This group of people cared about Qiao Yi with a few words, but they didn't notice that he was different from usual, and they didn't plan to do any more actual caring. Instead, they pushed each other and played with each other again. , only the tenor just now sat next to Qiao Yi again.

Qiao Yi shrank back into the corner again.

The tenor didn't notice his behavior, he opened and closed his mouth, the others were too noisy, Qiao Yi didn't hear what he said, and seeing Qiao Yi's confused and slightly resistant eyes, the tenor was stunned for a moment, He repeated again with a louder voice: "I said! They just opened a few bottles of [-] bottles of wine! Do you remember when you check out later..."

Qiao Yi forbeared, her eyes were moist.

He couldn't stand the pain in the first place, but now not only his feet hurt, but his whole body hurts, so he didn't have the heart to listen to what the tenor had to say.

Seeing that he was not as bold as usual and said it was written on his head, the tenor also felt that something was wrong, and was a little anxious for a while.

Qiao Yi paid the expenses for their outings, otherwise he wouldn’t have been here to look at Qiao Yi just now, because he was afraid that if he woke up alone and ran away without paying, or if he sent him away while he was unconscious. If he goes to the hospital, there is no way to make him pay.

But now Qiao Yi's expression is too strange.

It's not that Qiao Yi has never been injured. She even fell down the stairs when she was drunk, but she still got up by herself and said she was fine, still laughing and laughing.

Which is like now.

Qiao Yi's yellow hair similar to his was messy, but her face was pale. She usually had an expression of "I'm proud and I despise you", but now she looked as if she was about to cry, which made the tenor uneasy. I consciously remembered the word "weak".

But Qiao Yi doesn't match the word no matter what, right?

The tenor was stunned for a moment. He wanted to pat Qiao Yi on the back to remind him, but now he couldn't do it.

Qiao Yi didn't care about what happened to the tenor at all, his attention was all on himself, he really wanted to ask the tenor to take him to the hospital, but the group of people here, including the tenor, didn't look like a good person.

At this moment, Qiao Yi just wanted to call 120 for herself.

He didn't want to faint in the smelly box.

However, at this moment, the phone in Qiao Yi's hand rang.

The words "Zhou Papi" flashed on the screen of the phone.

Qiao Yi didn't think much about it, and just answered the call. He didn't care who was calling, he just wanted someone to take him to the hospital.

The tenor at the side accidentally caught a glimpse of the name, and seeing Qiao Yi who usually hung up the phone faster than the windshield wiper this time, did not hesitate to answer the call, and stared at Qiao Yi in shock.

I don't know what's going on, the noisy box became quiet the moment Qiao Yi picked up the phone, the group of people who were playing games got tired of playing, and started to choose the next game, and the song on the stereo changed It became a soothing love song.

And Qiao Yi softened her voice, with a little crying, and asked very politely: "Hello, can you come and pick me up to the hospital?"

"I'm in so much pain."

It sounds...it sounds like you're being coquettish.

Still acting like a baby with Qiao Yi's nominal husband.

The tenor was petrified.

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, I wish everyone a happy new year with Qiao Yi's wife~ I wish you all a lot of wives in the new year QUQ