[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

What are the basic ways to open time-travel novels?Coma, amnesia, you wake up.

I lay down in front of the hospital bed, cupped my face and watched Roman's vicious eyelashes tremble slightly, and then opened my eyelids bit by bit.

"How are you?" I asked.

If this body doesn't switch to the correct soul penetration mode, I don't mind giving him another blow to the back of the head.

He slowly opened his somewhat misty eyes, first observed the surroundings, and then asked, "Where are we?"

It also had a confused and helpless expression, but at this moment, "Roman" looked as innocent as a little white rabbit.

"Hospital." I replied, helping him up easily, "Be serious, you are Roman now."

He frowned slightly aggrieved and looked at me, his eyes had regained their clarity, watery a bit like a pitiful big dog.

I couldn't help poking his cheek with my hand, and asked, "How do you feel, does your chest hurt?"

"It's okay." He pressed the position I said, then shook his head, rubbed the back of his neck with his hands, and murmured to himself in doubt: "Why does the back of the neck hurt so much..."

I smiled dryly, and interrupted him with a guilty conscience: "Um, don't care about these details. The most important issue right now is that it's rare to travel through once. We can't waste time in the hospital, can we?"

He blinked, and stared at me with eyes as clean as those washed by the morning dew: "I'm so dizzy, this time the drum washing machine was spinning very fast, and I couldn't stop at all, until I felt the world suddenly shake violently. It was in Roman's body."

After a pause, he asked again: "What's the situation now? Is brother Ryan over there?"

"Well, yes." I nodded and helped him with science, "Jessica didn't stab Roman to death, he was rescued, but now he is accused of murdering that ex-girlfriend."

Looking at his pathetic state, I couldn't bear to tell him another allegation.

"Not dead?" He was stunned, and seeing the policeman in the ward from the corner of his eye, he asked, "So 'I' is under surveillance now?"

"Although the police are following him, this young man is obviously not distracted. I have seen him go on SNS with his mobile phone." I leaned close to his ear and whispered: "It seems that Ryan is not awake, but at the end of the film, help Who is the man that Jessica puts on the necklace? The Sith is empty! I shouldn't watch thrillers, if it wasn't for my male god..."

But when I saw the handsome face of the male god, and the upturned buttocks that couldn't be stopped by the upper body and overalls, I couldn't feel any horrible atmosphere at once, and only the fundamentals remained in my heart. Can't stop humming prpr.

I didn't know what the flesh body of the master who had been passed through was licked silently in my heart, and suddenly let out a chuckle, and said in a muffled voice: "Cecilia, sometimes I really can't imagine what's going on in your little head. What have you been thinking about all day?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and rubbed my head, and kneaded my pretty short hair, which was neatly arranged and neatly arranged, into a fluffy bird's nest with a very airy feel—he had wanted to attack me for a long time with this action, It's a pity that I didn't find the opportunity yesterday.

Forget it, I want to be a virtuous, virtuous, kind, kind, gentle and sweet model girlfriend, and I can't argue with him too much, just treat it as a small punishment for my accidental mental derailment just now.

However, I really can't imagine what you are thinking in your head all day, my dear male ticket_(:3ゝ∠)_

If you wear it on a violent man with a psychopath and a previous murder record, how much is the shadow area of ​​your mind?You are not afraid, not panic, not nervous, not mentally struggling, not acting out all kinds of inner dramas, I really feel so lonely, empty and boring, how long has it been since I saw your beautiful face pale and stuttering, hesitant to speak? It's so cute, I really miss it.

I looked at his unaware expression quietly, and sighed sadly.

He asked, "what's the matter, is it a bit boring to stay here?"

When he said that, I seemed to be a bit bored, so I nodded indiscriminately.

I don't know what the final ending of the pianist and the female star will be. There is an illusion that the serialization I am chasing will suddenly and permanently end, and real is heartbroken.In fact, I quite like the pairing of the pianist and the widow. Anyway, the widow who is not good enough likes the tall, handsome, artistic and romantic humanoid self-propelled hormones. I will never dislike the lack of "money" with the pianist.But it's a pity that the pianist probably prefers the type who acts coquettishly and cute and smiles so sweetly that drips honey. My cute cold cp seems to be fruitless.

My male ticket asked again: "Let me accompany you for a walk."

Also, it's rare that I don't have to fight with anger this time. How can the sweet time of two people be wasted staring at each other in the hospital ward.

So I said to the policeman: "Mr. Bryson and I took a walk in the hospital garden. This should conform to your procedure?"

The policeman hurriedly put away the mobile phone whose screen was still on, nodded and said: "It is possible, but it cannot be too far away from my supervision."

Because he has not been convicted of a crime, he still has this freedom.

The garden of the hospital can actually be regarded as a small park. The tall ash-leaf maple and Norway maple are scattered along the path. From time to time, you can see outdoor chairs in the park for people to rest under the trees. Occasionally, there are golden yellow or green The leaves of the trees fluttered on the chair surface, adding a few different colors.

At this time, there is light rain in the sky, but this kind of weather does not prevent us from taking a quiet and warm walk in the rain.

I held the hand of my male ticket next to me. He was holding an umbrella borrowed from the nurse, and five meters behind us was a policeman who was also holding an umbrella.

In other words, I have been professionally holding umbrellas for more than 20 years in my life, and today I can finally hide under the umbrella of my male ticket and be a little birdie. What is this kind of sweet and sad subtle emotion?

But no matter how subtle it is, it is not as subtle as the small theater in the brain of the policeman behind us. When he saw the criminal suspect "Roman" who suddenly changed his painting style and smiled softly, he hugged my waist intimately for me. When holding the umbrella, I think his heart almost collapsed.

But what does this have to do with me, I just want to abuse single dogs quietly for a while.

I leaned against the man's muscular arm under the wide hospital gown, and couldn't help but stretched out my sinful little hand to touch it a few times.

The person touched obviously sensed my small movements, and asked with a chuckle, "What are you doing, dear Cecilia."

He looked at me with a smile, as if covered in a layer of soft light by the moist drizzle of the world, the lingering gloom and violence between Roman's brows had long been purified by his soft heart Nowhere to be seen.

"I'll just touch it casually..." I said with a dry smile, you must know that the muscular version of the male god Da Da is rarely seen, taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I have to do it for a while.

The smile on his face froze, and he sighed and said, "Then you should seize the opportunity." He rubbed my head as he spoke, looking a little helpless, and he didn't know whether it was disappointment or heartache.

Oh, it turns out that I accidentally broadcast my inner os live just now...

I sacrificed my appearance and took the initiative to wrap my arms around his waist, rubbing his strong chest muscles flatteringly, and said: "Honey, you have to know that although Li is my male god, your position in my heart will not be shaken. "

I raised my head and fixedly looked at him with the most innocent and pure eyes.

At this time, don't ask me difficult questions like "Who will you save first when I fall into the river with your male god?" My sincerity that took up all the space, but it took a lot of effort to make room for you.

Life is already so difficult, so don't force me to make choices.And although my male god Da Da can play handsome, pretend to be cool, sell beautifully, sprout candy, catch fish, and drive a tractor, he can basically do everything, but unfortunately he can’t fuck me, even if I want to treat the male god Da Da Anyway, there is probably no chance, so you can really feel at ease.

Thinking of this, I don't know why there is a faint sadness spreading in my heart. Although I really want to have a happy lick with my boyfriend, but as long as I think that he loves the male god like me, I always feel that I want to fuck rhythm...

My male ticket stopped and stood, kissed my forehead, and said softly: "Well, I know, it's really great. He's handsome and has good acting skills. He's tall, handsome, sexy and charming. Who wouldn't like it?"

Nani... I really want to come here... I'm as beautiful as I am, maybe I'm going to start a spiritual love triangle...

God, what am I thinking about? !It seems that the door to a new world has been opened unconsciously!

Although it seems that you have activated the sweet talk and tenderness skills, but the object of the confession does not seem to be your girlfriend, me, can you still be good?But the object of the confession is the male god I have been thinking about, my male ticket is so reasonable that I feel honored. Should I say that I should not take medicine or give up treatment as soon as possible_(:3ゝ∠)_

The object of my defamation blinked at me: "What's wrong?"

"……nothing."

It's just that the heaven and man have been at war in my heart for a while, so let me continue to be a weak and beautiful girl quietly.

He stretched out his hand out of the umbrella, smiled and said, "The rain has stopped, do you think there will be a rainbow later?" He said and put away the umbrella.

"Can you see a rainbow?" When he said that, I seemed to have seen the rain-washed blue sky and that colorful light.

"Well, I remember that when we walked over, there was a beautiful fountain there." He took my hand and walked back, but was slightly surprised in the next second: "What's going on, it's so beautiful! How many police cars?"