Rebirth: The First Female Physician

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Long Zhutian hugged Yang Zimei and sat down on the swing in the courtyard.

The warm sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and fell on their bodies in spots. The man was strong and tall, while the woman was petite and soft, with lingering eyes, as beautiful as an oil painting.

"I'm afraid you won't come back today."

Yang Zimei circled his neck, and said with a full face of grievance, "I've been waiting for you, from last night until now."

"Fool, I promised you, how could I not come back?"

Long Zhutian hugged her tightly and said, "Unless there is an unavoidable external factor, I will crawl back even if I crawl."

"Zixian, where's your phone?"

If Yang Zimei didn't untie this knot in his heart, he wouldn't feel comfortable.

Long Zhutian reached out to touch his trouser pocket, and took out his mobile phone, "Here it is."

"Is it turned off all the time?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously.

"No, it's on."

Long Zhutian dialed Yang Zimei's number.

Yang Zimei's cell phone rang, but found that it was an unfamiliar number, and asked suspiciously, "Did you change your cell phone number? Why didn't you tell me?"

"No change."

Long Zhutian replied, "If you change your number, you will be the first to tell."

"But this number."

Yang Zimei handed her mobile phone to Long Zhutian, "Look!"

Long Zhutian looked at the number suspiciously, then opened the back cover of his mobile phone, took out the card, and found that it had really been changed, he couldn't help frowning, his eyes became gloomy.

"And this text message, didn't you send it?"

Yang Zimei showed him the text message that cut her heart like a knife.

When Long Zhutian saw the text message, his pupils became even more blood red, and he hugged her into his arms with heartache, "You must be very sad, right?"

"Well, seeing this text message, I want to die. It hurts like a knife is cutting my heart."

Yang Zimei said aggrievedly, thinking of the heartache and anxiety last night, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Little fool!"

Long Zhutian lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "How could I send such text messages? How could I find you annoying? I wish you could bother me every day until we are old not die, and die together."

What he said was affectionate and sincere, Yang Zimei's heart was moved again.

Yes, how could she suspect that this text message was sent by him?

How could she not believe him?

"Sister--"

Long Zhutian's slightly rough fingertips gently wiped the cheeks under the corners of her eyes, "Your tears will fall on my heart. Even if I want to abandon myself, I will never abandon you! "

"Ah."

Yang Zimei passionately kissed his face, his lips...

Long Zhutian responded fieryly, the two kissed together, inseparable, until the two of them were about to lose control of the urge to make love, he let her go urgently and let them calm down.

Yang Zimei's entire face was so red that it was about to bleed, her eyes rolled around like mist and smoke, and she looked at Long Zhutian with a certain longing.

At this moment, she really didn't want to care about anything, let it be a waste of work, she just wanted to be united with his soul and body, and never be separated again.

Long Zhutian reached out and touched her back to soothe her emotions, while his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, which was hard to restrain.

"Chasing, I want you!"

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