Chapter 23: Guo Zhaolai Returns the Favor (7)

  Dongfang Zhao had a general idea of his exact geographical location - the school infirmary. As for how things came to be, he was about 80% sure:

  Last night, after the meeting of the 5-person group, Dongfang Zhao was still concerned about the repeated assassinations of family members. So, he went for a walk in the garden alone. He was originally sitting on a long bench by the road, but when he looked up and saw the starry sky, it was incredibly beautiful! This reminded him of his childhood, every clear night, he would sit on the rooftop with Mo counting stars.

  Then, Dongfang Chao lay down on the long chair and clothes. The deep sky, bright moon, and stars twinkling mischievously with their eyes, looked very much like Mengmeng's childlike appearance...

  Because he was too engrossed in his thoughts, Dongfang Zhao unknowingly fell asleep.

  Although it was summer, the night outside was a bit chilly. Dongfang Zhao only wore a thin undershirt and spent the whole night on the long chair, after which he caught a cold and had a high fever that wouldn't subside!

  "Ah... Ah..." Wu Ning's mouth was wide open, and she let out a series of yawns. This showed that she had not yet fully woken up from her beautiful dream just now.

  Even though she had already helped Dongfang Zhao change to the second bottle of intravenous fluid, Wu Ning's eyelids were still stuck together. She sat down on the chair beside the bed and immediately closed her eyes, planning to relive the beautiful dream from just now.

  Is he reincarnated from a pig?

  Dongfang Zhao looked at Wu Ningmo with a puzzled expression: How can there be boys who love to sleep so much? They can even fall asleep while sitting.

  Only then did he see that Wu Xing was sitting at the end of the bed, his eyes tightly closed, and his head nodding off to sleep.

  Will he fall off the chair like that? Dongfang Chao was bored and just had an evil thought for a moment.

  Who would have thought that the next moment, Wu Ning's nodding amplitude suddenly became larger, and with a loss of balance, her body suddenly tilted forward. Then, only to hear 'thud' sound, Wu Ning and the chair fell together, with her lying on the overturned chair!

  Haha... Dongfang Zhao's heart burst into laughter, but her face pretended to be serious, clearing her throat in a solemn tone: "Cough cough..."

  My butt hurts to death! Wu Ningmo sat on the ground, one hand covering her butt, and looked at Dongfang Zhao with a grievance: Are you laughing? Don't think she doesn't know, almost suffocating from internal injuries, still pretending! This is really biting the hand that feeds you! If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have saved him, let Dongfang Zhao die instead!

  Wu Ning returned to her seat, her buttocks still throbbing with a dull ache.

  Dongfang Zhao lay back on the sickbed, staring at the ceiling: He was actually saved by this guy! Should he do something? He, Dongfang Zhao, hated owing others a favor the most!

  "After a long time, Dongfang Zhaoyou slowly opened his mouth: 'Speak, what is it that you want?'"

  "Huh?" Wu Ningmo looked at Dongfang Zhao with a somewhat surprised expression. He didn't even give her a proper glance, just kept staring at the ceiling, which made Wu Ningmo start to suspect. She pointed to her own nose and asked: "Hey, Dongfang Zhao, are you talking to me?"

  "Morning Dew's Good Disciple's Text: Mudan Jing 《You Know I Love Him》"