Chapter 23: Guo Zhaolai Returns the Favor (6)

  The clock on the wall points to 10 o'clock.

  Dongfang Zhao, who had been quietly lying on the bed, finally showed some signs of movement. His right hand, which was holding a needle, moved slightly, and he felt a bit of pain. His eyebrows furrowed, and then his long eyelashes fluttered a few times before his eyes slowly opened.

  A crystal-decorated ceiling, neither outdoors nor in a dormitory.

  Where is this?

  The scene in front of him gradually cleared up, and Dongfang Zhao was completely awake. Why did his head feel a bit painful as if it had been split open? He just wanted to reach out and touch his forehead when he suddenly discovered that his right arm was being pressed down by something heavy, with a faint numbness.

  Dongfang Zhao turned his head and found a person sleeping like a dead pig at the edge of his bed. He took a closer look, it was Wu Ningmeng that little brat! She was lying on her right arm, sleeping soundly, with a faint glint of drool about to come out from the corner of her mouth.

  Li Yongzhao should have been disgusted, but for some reason, a picture from over 10 years ago suddenly appeared in his mind. He remembered that at the time, his beloved Mo Mo would also lie down like this on his arm after playing, closing her eyes peacefully, with a sweet sleeping face like an angel who had mistakenly entered the mortal world...

  Dongfang Zhao subconsciously stretched out his idle right hand, and before he knew it, his left hand had already stroked the side of Wu Jing's face, the touch feeling familiar, as if she really was his Wuwu. At that moment, Dongfang Zhao's heartstrings were suddenly plucked, and his heart fiercely trembled!

  It was at this time that Wu Xingmo, who had been sleeping soundly, moved restlessly, causing Dongfang Zhao to quickly withdraw his arm as if he had been stealing something.

  Ke Wu Xing didn't wake up, she just dreamed of the exciting part and slightly changed her sleeping position. Speaking of which, in her dream, she was surrounded by countless delicious foods, her eyes were dazzled by the full house of delicacies, and next to her, there was even a handsome male servant serving her with all his might, it was complete happiness! Wow!

  It's better if you don't wake up! Dongfang Zhao tried to quietly retrieve his right hand, but failed after several attempts. Bacheng Wanjun treated his right hand as a delicious pig trotter, hugging it tightly, laughing extremely licentiously and drooling at the same time.

  It wasn't until Dongfang Zhao felt the pain coming from inside his right hand bones that he realized the IV fluid was gone, and his own blood was being sucked back into the bottle like it was possessed.

  This time, Dongfang Zhaohuo was not polite: "Hey, hey——"

  He shouted and roughly pulled his arm, then violently and continuously pushed the sleeping Wǔ Yīngmò: "Wake up, dead pig! Help me change the water!"

  Weng Meng was startled and lost in her beautiful dream, she excitedly shouted: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Is it raining? Or is it an earthquake?!!"

  As a result, nothing happened with the shrimp. She raised her head and met Dongfang Zhao's resentful eyes, only to hear him say: "The infusion water is gone, idiot, hurry up and help me change the second bottle!"