Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Taking temperature, 39.5 degrees, Jiang Lin was very angry.

How dare you delay with him for an hour when it reached this temperature?

The little mute is so disobedient, really!Well done!But now he couldn't do anything to her, Jiang Lin gritted his teeth expressionlessly.

So Jiang Lin, who was secretly angry with himself, could only frowned slightly, staring at the female doctor in the infirmary who put on the bottle.

Dazed to see the female doctor start to drain the medicine from the needle, Song Le didn't do anything, Jiang Lin looked at her nervously, the school doctor actually wanted to give the needle directly, I don't know if the little mute would be afraid of the injection.

With his heart fluttering, Jiang Lin pursed his lips tightly.

Well, actually... I'm afraid it's pretty good.

He sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his long legs, and his hands on his legs crossed unconsciously, standing still.

Song Le didn't notice his nervousness, and according to his words, he slowly lay down on the hospital bed, stretched out his right hand, and stroked his sleeves.

On the other hand, the young female school doctor, when she wiped the iodine with a cotton swab for Song Le, her hands trembled unconsciously, and she was a little afraid to look directly at Jiang Lin.

——I was inexplicably flustered in my heart. Although this boy was tall and handsome, the way he stared at her coldly made her dare not be careless.

She opened her eyes wide to look for the blood vessel. This girl was very thin, and she found the slender blood vessel easily. She held her breath and focused on it, stabbed it lightly, pressed and loosened the rubber band, and felt relieved after seeing a successful one-time operation.

Before leaving, he did not forget to take another sneak peek at Jiang Lin:

The slender and delicate boy's face was indifferent, but his eyes were fixed on the girl's wrist without blinking. His face was obviously expressionless. The female school doctor touched his nose in a concealed manner, but for some reason, he felt that the boy's heart ached. Incredible.

Finally, she closed the curtain thoughtfully.

Jiang Lin couldn't care about other people, once he caught sight of the little mute's slender and pale wrist, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

How can you be so thin...

He was so thin that he felt depressed for a while.

"Don't you eat?" I couldn't help asking.

Jiang Lin tucked her eyebrows while covering her with the quilt and straightening her pillow, as if she wanted to educate others.

Song Le's cheeks were still red and hot, and he felt drowsy. Hearing this, he half-opened his eyes and made a mouth shape of 'eating' in a daze.

That dazed look made Jiang Lin almost unable to restrain himself from wanting to kiss her, the blush and tender cheeks must be delicious.

Move the chair closer to the hospital bed, lie down beside the bed, and whisper to her: "Don't be afraid of me, I just like you so much that I don't know what to do."

I like it so much that those emotions are almost overflowing, and I can't help but think about it over and over again, or tell you solemnly or carefully.

Song Le's mind was dazed, but that low and soft voice seemed to show weakness, it was pleasant and confusing, and it fell into his ears verbatim.

She pursed her lips. Although she was so sleepy that she could fall asleep with her eyes closed, she still tried to open her eyes, looked at him, and slowly made a mouth shape. Then she pursed her lips and let herself fall asleep.

Jiang Lin carefully identified her mouth shape, and it took a long time to realize what she said: Don't be afraid, thank you.

So well-behaved and soft that his whole body is about to melt.

How can he... like the little mute so much, he can't wait to put him home in his pocket and raise him.

Lying on the side of the bed, Jiang Lin focused on depicting her soft and small outline with his eyes.

He is obsessed with cleanliness. He doesn't even want to touch this kind of place, but now as long as he can get closer to her, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter, what you don't have, what you want, I will give you...

Jiang Lin stared in front of him, less than a finger away, the little mute's flushed face, long eyelashes, delicate nose, and the bright red lips he wanted to bite the most. With steady and delicate breathing, Xiao Zhang closed .

Licking his lips, Jiang Lin's soft heart and warmth gradually evaporated, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't help but fantasize about how to 'force' and 'bully' her after chasing the little mute, making people whimper and cry.

"..."

Jiang Lin, who urgently needs to think about life, is very Fang.