Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

He walked over and kicked Ji Rao's water under the sofa. "I'll get you a glass of water."

Ji Rao reaches out and grabs Han Jinyan's wrist, then turns his head to look at him, "I don't want to drink water." His voice soft half minutes, like coquetry like, "I want to drink blood."

Han Jinyan reaches out and touches Ji Rao's hair.

Ji Rao has grown up. Her hair is not as soft as it used to be. When she went to work in the morning, she sprayed hair gel. Now she feels dry.

Just now, they were supposed to leave from work, but because of the patient, they dragged on for nearly an hour.

Ji Rao has been waiting outside for an hour, so he should be exhausted.

Ji Rao sat up from the sofa, then hugged Han Jinyan's waist, "good brother, give me a bite."

Han Jinyan had no choice but to smile.

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but when he thought of the doctor's report, his heart was cold again.

He has Alzheimer's disease.

Now he doesn't have to worry all the time that Ji Rao will forget himself after his death. Now he should worry about whether he will forget Ji Rao.

"What's the matter?" Ji Rao looked up at him, inexplicably feel that Han Jinyan smile some bitter.

"Nothing." Han Jinyan pulled down his collar, "come on."

Ji Rao's eyes lit up immediately. He stood up from the sofa, slowly approached Han Jinyan's neck, sniffed it gently, and then bit the side of Han Jinyan's neck.

His tusks just slowly scratched Han Jinyan's skin and didn't bite in.

He licked Han Jinyan's skin back and forth as if eating a lollipop.

In the case that Han Jinyan doesn't pay attention, Ji Rao's tusks slowly Pierce in.

The familiar sweet taste in the mouth made Ji Rao squint contentedly.

Han Jinyan looks up slightly at the balcony.

He's actually thinking about shaving today.

But he forgot.

His memory is fading.

Ji Rao feels heavier and heavier. He pulls his body out of his comfortable feeling. Only when he opens his eyes can he realize that Han Jinyan has fallen into his arms.

Ji Rao was startled, he released Han Jinyan, put people on the sofa.

Han Jinyan's face was a little white, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he had fainted and felt uncomfortable.

Ji Rao didn't have time to rest. She recited Han Jinyan and drove back to the hospital.

It's hypoglycemia plus anemia, and it's overwork that leads to fainting. It's OK to have a good rest for a few days.

"Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank you for. Ji Rao, you should tell Dr. han to have a rest. He's the pillar of our hospital."

"I will."

After the doctor left, Ji Rao sat beside Han Jinyan's bed, looking at his regular slightly undulating chest, which was a relief.

Han Jinyan lay quietly on the bed, dripping, eyes tightly closed.

Ji Rao yawned. His eyes were a little sour. It hurt when he moved.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the time.

It's almost three o'clock in the morning.

He didn't want to go home, so he couldn't sleep. If you don't keep Han Jinyan, he's really upset.

Ji Rao kisses Han Jinyan's face and bites him. Then he lies beside his bed and slowly closes his eyes.

When Han Jinyan opened his eyes again, he saw the snow-white ceiling and the familiar taste.

He moved his hands and saw that he was dribbling, and the bottle was full, which should have just been dripped.

He squinted around and there was no one.