Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

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The young man in his arms was pale, cold sweat visible on his forehead.

    His lips were tightly closed, the bloodless lips were pressed into a fragile arc, the long eyelashes drooped, casting a dark and deep shadow in the light, the eyes under the half-opened eyelids were unfocused, and his spine was trembling slightly, like a dead leaf quivering in the cold wind.

    The faint trembling spread like ripples.

    Zuo Yan frowned, holding the other’s thin shoulders with both hands.

    His eyes drooped, and his eyes wandered over the young man’s face.

    This was the second time that Zuo Yan has inexplicably encountered this little star on his own territory, and he never believed that there could be such a coincidence in this world that one person could fall into his arms twice in a week.

    So, was this a desperate seeking favor strategy*? Or was he deliberately approaching with ulterior motives?

[*投怀送抱 – lit. throwing yourself into others' arms, used in a situation where the person is seeking a favor or trying to seduce the other.]

    According to his usual habits, he estimated that he’d have already pushed the other away long ago, turned around and left, just like brushing the dust off his sleeves, not paying attention at all.

But, in fact, the moment he entered the bathroom, Zuo Yan saw the trembling young man leaning on the sink.

    The youth didn’t seem to have noticed him at the time, he just lowered his head silently, the expression on his face was covered by his bangs, he could only see that straight back was trembling slightly, and the knuckles of his fingers tightly clenching on the sink were white, as if he was enduring something.

    Zuo Yan stopped in his tracks as if ghosts and gods were at work.

    He he couldn’t make himself leave.

    The next second, the other seemed to be unable to support himself any longer, his knees softened, and he fell to the side uncontrollably.

    At that moment, the flow of time seemed to have lost its meaning.

    Zuo Yan felt his heart shrink slightly, as if an invisible hand gripped his heart fiercely, and his heart rhythm suddenly became out of tune.

    His body had already acted one step ahead of consciousness.

    When Zuo Yan reacted, he was already supporting the young man who was about to fall to the ground in his arms.

Just like last time.

    He didn’t know what had taken hold of his mind, disturbed his thoughts, but he instinctively felt disturbed.

    The frown between Zuo Yan’s eyebrows deepened.

    He still remembered the other party’s name—”Lu Nan?”

    The other party didn’t answer, as if his consciousness had been taken away, his dark eyes were unfocused, but just shivered silently.

    This reaction, could it be drugs?

    Zuo Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, let the other party lean on his shoulder to free up one hand, and took out his mobile phone.

    “Drive the car to the door.”

    he commanded succinctly.

    Zuo Yan paused and then added: “Call Dr. Zhao.”