Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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When I woke up, the pillow was empty.

Yang Zimei's heart was suddenly emptied, and she stared blankly at the white mosquito net for a while, then Fang lazily got up from the bed, put on slippers, and walked out of the room.

There was a crackling sound of knives cutting wood in the courtyard.

He hasn't left yet? [

Her heart was overjoyed, and she hurried into the courtyard.

Long Zhutian was sitting on the large decorative stone in the center of the courtyard, with her head down, holding her jade carving knife in her hand, and was cutting something on a big piece of wood.

The golden sunlight in the morning shone on his body, making his concentrated face look even more handsome, handsome and charming.

This is her man!

Yang Zimei stood not far away, staring at him bewilderedly!

Perhaps feeling her gaze, Long Zhutian raised his head, and just met her obsessed eyes, his heart softened, his eyes glowed with tenderness, and he smiled faintly at her. smiled.

Long Zhutian doesn't smile often, but when he smiles, it looks like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg, giving people a feeling of returning to the earth in spring.

Like Zhuge Yue, when he smiled, two deep dimples would appear on his lips, he was almost drunk to death.

Zhuge Yue was born to like evil smiles, full of peach blossoms.

But Long Zhutian was different, his temperament was as cold as iron, and his smile gave people an indescribable feeling.

Therefore, with just such a smile, Yang Zimei felt as if her heart was being grabbed by a cat's claws, and her whole body was about to melt into his smile.

This man is really a monster.

She thought of him again when he was 15 years old!

At that time, his posture was unique to evildoers, as if he had stepped out of a comic book, which made her inexplicably moved when she first saw him.

She returned a bright smile to him, trotted over, pouted slightly and said, "I thought you left quietly again."

Long Zhutian pursed his lips, stretched out his hands and pulled her to sit on his lap, like a father holding a child.

The two have long been used to hugging each other, Yang Zimei didn't feel sudden and awkward, she sat on his warm lap very naturally, looking at the wood and knife in his hand, "Do you want to carve something?" ?”

"Well, carve me." Long Zhutian wiped away the fragments on the wood with his fingers, and the general outline of a head was highlighted, which really looked a bit like him.

"Why is it not me, but yourself?" [

Yang Zimei rolled his eyes and said.

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