Ye Zhihan sat on the sofa uncomfortably, holding his head in his hands, unable to hold back the uncomfortable feeling all over his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since he woke up at Liu Fengshui's house, his body has been in a very uncomfortable state, and he has never had a headache, and now he finally remembered some things, but these realities were so ruthlessly placed in front of him, coupled with the discomfort of his body, it made him even more uncomfortable.

He felt imprisoned in his brother's body. It was really a great torture for him. He couldn't remember what had happened in the middle? he didn't know where his brother had gone, and he didn't know how he was going to face Fang Yu with such an identity.

Mental pain. Physical pain. It was like a sharp knife poking at his head. Pounding his heart. It was so unbearable that he was worse than dead.

He sat on the couch from the original sitting position. In addition to being uncomfortable, my body also slipped.

He held his head in his hands. Curled on the couch. The body also trembled.

He didn't know what was wrong with him? He was helpless when he was a human being. It's painful to be a corpse. It's still painful when you're a ghost. Now this half-human appearance is not a ghost, which makes him even more painful.

All this pain made him a little unable to hold on. He was uncomfortable withdrawing his hands from his head, holding on to the sofa, letting himself get up slowly, enduring the shaking image of the room in front of him, breaking into the bedroom with scattered steps, and hurriedly running to the cabinet under the dresser to look for a small medicine box, he remembered that when he was looking for something a few days ago, he had seen it, and there were cold medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs, and antipyretics in it.

But he squatted on the ground, his headache was terrible, and he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him, so he fumbled to open the door of the small cabinet, and persevered for a while before he allowed himself to concentrate his efforts and take out the small white medicine box from underneath.

He used his brother's body, he couldn't let his body go any way, and he couldn't return his sick body to his brother.

Although he was going to die of pain at this time. He still warned himself from the heart. Ye Zhihan must insist, only you have persevered. Only then can they get their brother back and return their brother to Fang Yu, so that they can be happy.

He was in a trance, threw the small medicine box on the bed, opened the small medicine box, and fumbled around to find antipyretics, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't read the words written on the medicine box at all, let alone distinguish which one was antipyretics.

He really wanted to try all the pills in one stool, swallow them all in his stomach, and then make himself better. But this body is not his, he does not have that qualification. He couldn't do that.

So he put himself half-lying on the bed again, trying to sober himself up for a while. After a while, the child lay on the bed. Motionless, he fainted.

An hour passed and he didn't wake up.

Two hours passed, and he still didn't wake up.

Gradually, the room began to get dark.

He still hasn't woken up.

His face looked pale as paper, and at some point, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his sideburns and on the sides of his nose. Then, in the dark, his fingers moved slightly, and his eyelashes flashed twice.

It was about a few more minutes before he fluttered his eyelashes again. Slowly opened his eyes.

What came into his eyes was darkness. He was half-lying on the bed. After a long pause, he remembered that he was sick. I don't know when it was already dark. (To be continued.) )