The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

As soon as Gu Weimian arrived in the kitchen, he immediately found a large blank paper, spread it on the table, and then opened Huo Yan's computer.

I started writing almost without stopping.

She wanted to take advantage of the limited time to finish all the unfinished things at hand.

From now on, I really can’t stay with these people anymore.

She pressed her temples, took a deep breath, and continued.

The snow-white paper quickly became fuller, densely packed with patterns and words.

It will be perfected soon.

Gu Weimian breathed a sigh of relief, but his brain felt dizzy and sleepy came over him.

She shook her head, wanting to persist a little longer and insist on finishing the drawing of the last part.

The next second, her vision went dark and her head rested on the table.

…

When Gu Weimian woke up again, she was in the bedroom belonging to her and Huo Yan.

it's getting dark.

She blinked and was about to sit up from the bed when she felt the quilt was a little heavy. Looking towards the end of the bed, Huo Yan was lying on the bed, holding down the quilt with one hand.

When Gu Weimian moved here, he noticed something and woke up.

Even when the man had just woken up, his face was still breathtakingly beautiful, with his white hair swaying slightly, giving off a glimmer of light.

If most men of the same age as Huo Yan had such white hair on their heads, they would probably look more than ten years older.

But Huo Yan...

Not only does he not look old at all, but when he wakes up with such misty sleepy eyes, he still has the perfect unreal feeling of coming out of the second dimension.

"Are you awake?" The man reached out and touched Gu Weimian's forehead, "I thought you were working so hard, but who knew you fell asleep just after writing this."

Gu Weimian's heart was beating wildly, and coupled with this voice, it was really foul.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva... Do you really not want to eat when you are so beautiful?

What a pity, right?

But outright seducing Huo Yan? She coughed lightly and became an old woman with a vicissitudes of heart. On the contrary, she did not have the courage of those young girls.

She asked awkwardly, "When are we going to go on our honeymoon?"

Huo Yan lowered his eyes slightly when he heard this, "I will be busy during this period..."

"Is there any time when you are not busy?" Gu Weimian asked him helplessly.

Huo Yan pursed his lips and said, "When these few days pass, it will be a little empty."

"But I want to go now." Gu Weimian blinked and wanted to continue acting coquettishly. However, facing Huo Yan's serious look, she couldn't let go.

She lowered her voice and said, "Just accommodate me this time, okay?"

Huo Yan froze, his hands clenched into fists, and he struggled fiercely in his heart, "...No."

Gu Weimian opened her eyes wide, "Why?"

Huo Yan turned his face away, "I told you, I'm very busy at work." He stood up from the bed, "Okay, I'll go deal with the documents first. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen to find something to eat."

He turned around and was about to leave.

Gu Weimian's slightly hoarse voice sounded behind him, "There's no future, right?"

Huo Yan paused, frowned, turned his head and scolded, "What are you talking about?"

Gu Weimian's eyes flashed slightly, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You want to maintain the peaceful scene that I am not sick and everything is fine, but the fact is that I am going to die soon."

"Shut up!" Huo Yan turned around, quickly returned to Gu Weimian and held the girl's shoulders, "You are just feeling unwell now, so you will naturally think a lot. Your illness is not a big problem at all. It will be fine soon.”

"Huo Yan, don't deceive yourself... I didn't fall asleep normally the two times before, but I was in a coma."

She looked towards the wall where the clock used to be, but now it was gone.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Seeing that Huo Yan remained silent, Gu Weimian's eyes trembled slightly, "...how many days?"

Good night