Quick Wear: I'm Wandering in My Little World

Chapter 371 The Little Taoist Who Can Read Minds 2

Zhang Xintong held her chest, squatted on the ground, and spoke weakly.

"Brother, it hurts."

Feng Qingyang turned around and looked at Zhang Xintong's uncomfortable expression, and a look of anxiety appeared on his detached face.

"Junior sister, where does it hurt?"

Zhang Xintong took Feng Qingyang's hand and placed it on her chest

"Brother, it hurts here, it hurts so much"

Feng Qingyang felt the softness and wanted to pull his hand away, but Zhang Xintong held him down tightly.

"Brother, it hurts, please rub it for me."

Feng Qingyang was stunned on the spot. Zhang Xintong looked into his eyes, and his inner thoughts were clearly revealed.

"So soft, why is Junior Sister so soft? What am I missing? I need to send Junior Sister to the hospital immediately."

Feng Qingyang wanted to pull his hand away, but Zhang Xintong held it down tightly.

"Junior sister, let go of my hand and I will take you to the hospital."

Zhang Xintong and Feng Qingyang were on their way down the mountain, but they were almost at the foot of the mountain. They had originally planned to go directly back to Zhang's house, but now it would be better for them to go to the hospital so that they could not let Feng Qingyang leave.

"Brother, then you carry me on your back, I can't walk"

"Okay, I'll carry you on my back."

Feng Qingyang carried Zhang Xintong on his back and walked quickly down the mountain. Zhang Xintong felt safe and secure lying on Feng Qingyang's back. It was great to see him as soon as she arrived.

Zhang Xintong couldn't see his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. He probably thought she was in great pain and was worried!

Zhang Xintong didn't want to lie to him, but judging from his appearance, he definitely had no memories of his own life. He was also determined not to marry and have children, so Zhang Xintong could only find a way to keep him.

"Xiao 9, is this the big world or the small world?"

"Tongtong, this is a small world"

"Xiao 9, does Feng Qingyang know magic? Is he very powerful?"

The original owner had learned nothing in the past six years, and she didn't know anything that a Taoist priest could do. Feng Qingyang had never used magic in front of the original owner, so Zhang Xintong didn't know.

"Yes, he is one of the more powerful ones among the younger generation."

"Then I'd better stay here and hug your thighs!"

Small 9...

Feng Qingyang was moving very fast and soon reached the foot of the mountain. There was a big road at the foot of the mountain. The Qingfeng Taoist Temple was once very popular and the road was very well built.

Feng Qingyang took a taxi and the two of them arrived at the hospital quickly.

In the society down the mountain, it was still quite strange to see someone dressed as a Taoist priest, and many people looked at them.

Zhang Xintong was placed on the hospital bed. The doctor examined her carefully but could not find any problems.

"Ma'am, has this ever happened before?"

"No, just the situation that happened today."

"So, did you have any great joy or sorrow today?"

"I want to go home today, but I don't want to go back. I feel very sad."

"Ma'am, there's nothing wrong with you physically. It's just the heartache caused by excessive grief. Just focus on relieving your emotions."

"Doctor, but I'm in so much pain."

"Then you should go through the hospitalization procedures and stay here for a few days for observation. I'll prescribe some painkillers for you."

"Excuse me, doctor."

Feng Qingyang went to handle the hospitalization procedures, and Zhang Xintong lay on the hospital bed.

Feng Qingyang quickly completed the hospitalization procedures and returned with painkillers. Feng Qingyang fed the medicine to Zhang Xintong, who pretended to eat it but actually smuggled it into the space.

After taking the medicine, Zhang Xintong lay weakly on the hospital bed and looked at Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang: "Junior sister, are you feeling better?"

Feng Qingyang thought to himself, "Junior sister, how much do you hate that family? Just going back makes you feel so heartbroken."

Zhang Xintong spoke weakly

"Brother, can you hug me?"

Zhang Xintong's eyes were moist, and the delicate little white flower appeared online.

Feng Qingyang: "Good"

Feng Qingyang thought to himself, "Junior sister is so sad, I should not reject her."

It is said that women who act coquettishly have the best life, and this is true.

Zhang Xintong felt comfortable and safe in Feng Qingyang's arms. Unfortunately, Feng Qingyang let go after only a few seconds.

Forget it, any progress is good. When it comes to flirting, you have to take it step by step.

The original owner had not slept the whole night because she had to go home today, so Zhang Xintong felt a little sleepy.

"Brother, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"Okay, go to sleep! Senior brother will watch over you."

"Brother, can you pat me to sleep? No one has ever coaxed me since my mother left."

Zhang Xintong looked at Feng Qingyang pitifully

Feng Qingyang: "Good"

Feng Qingyang thought, "I feel like Junior Sister is very sad. I really want to hug her and comfort her. No, no, how can I have such an idea?"

Zhang Xintong closed her eyes. It was very tiring to keep reading other people's thoughts, so she decided to go to sleep!

With Feng Qingyang's gentle patting, Zhang Xintong fell asleep quickly.

Zhang Xintong did not sleep well. In her dream, she kept dreaming of the scene where her stepmother wrongly accused the original owner of pushing her. Zhang Xintong knew that this was not her emotion, but the fear that remained in the original owner's body.

The original owner was sent to a Taoist temple because of this incident, and she was very terrified by it.

"No, it wasn't me who pushed it, it wasn't me!"

Zhang Xintong sat up from the bed, her head covered in cold sweat.

It was already dark outside and the lights were off in the ward. Influenced by the original owner's mood, Zhang Xintong was a little scared at the moment.

"Senior brother, are you there?"

"Junior sister, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Feng Qingyang was right next to Zhang Xintong's bed. Zhang Xintong kept talking nonsense, so he patted her gently to comfort her.

Zhang Xintong held Feng Qingyang

"Brother, can you hold me? I'm so scared, please!"

Zhang Xintong's hands were shaking, but Feng Qingyang didn't think Zhang Xintong was lying to him. His junior sister was very simple and would not lie.

"it is good"

Feng Qingyang hugged Zhang Xintong, and Zhang Xintong pulled Feng Qingyang onto the hospital bed. The bed was very small, and the two of them were pressed together.

Zhang Xintong hugged Feng Qingyang's waist and nestled in his arms.

"Brother, it's great to have you!"

Feng Qingyang was petrified at this time. Although Zhang Xintong could not see Feng Qingyang's eyes or hear his inner voice, she could tell how nervous he was from his stiff body.

Zhang Xintong fell asleep again quickly. This time with Feng Qingyang by her side, she slept peacefully and did not have any dreams.

Feng Qingyang hadn't slept all night, with a warm and soft jade in his arms, and he liked his junior sister, so how could he not react? He didn't stay with her because he was afraid that he would become like his parents, ending up in divorce and the child becoming another him.

He didn't expect that his junior sister would be so attached to him. He wondered if she would find a good family after returning home. Feng Qingyang had never thought about this problem before, but now that he thought of his junior sister being held in the arms of another man, his heart began to ache.

Feng Qingyang unconsciously hugged Xintong nervously and asked her to get closer.

Zhang Xintong felt uncomfortable being squeezed, and she shifted restlessly, her small hand slipping into Feng Qingyang's Taoist robe and touching his tight abdominal muscles. This natural reaction was definitely a habit formed over so many worlds, not intentional. Zhang Xintong was still dreaming and had no intention of flirting.

Feng Qingyang only felt the soft little hands touching his abdominal muscles, and the fire that had just been suppressed was aroused again.

Feng Qingyang recited the Qingxin Jue repeatedly, but it didn't work this time. This uncomfortable feeling tormented him the whole night.