摸硬了武警的的大j8

Luo Yan closed his eyes and tried to think of the memory of the original. Minutes passed and all he got were fragmented scenes. Of a big house with a beautiful garden, of two boys pulling him to play, of a handsome man with a cold expression on his face but that expression immediately soften whenever he looked at him, and of a beautiful woman smiling gently at him. And then the last scene that etched on his mind was of that beautiful woman fractically hugging him and another child, as if trying to protect them from something.

And that’s it. Nothing more.

Suddenly remembering that woman felt like his heart was being squeezed for no reason.

"Your vital signs seems to be all good, Young Master," the doctor said, taking his sthetoscope away from Luo Yan’s pale and thin chest. "But I still need to do a full medical examination to make sure."

Luo Yan looked up dazedly at the kind-looking old doctor. Doctor Han sighed when he saw the beautiful teenager’s confused look. No one expected this kid to wake up. Even he thought it would be impossible for him to wake up again. The damage to the teenager’s brain was pretty big after all. The only reason why the teenager was still alive was because his family refused to pull off the plug for the machine supporting his life. And now it looked like it was the right decision.

"Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. After you undergo physical therapy and given the right diet, you’ll be just like any other 17 year old teenager," the doctor added, giving him a kind smile.

It would probably take months before Luo Yan could be on top shape and for this thin, pale, gaunt body of his to change. Wait- this body was 17? He totally thought it belonged to a 14 year old child. Well, now that he thought about it, according to that nurse, he’d been in a coma for seven years. It’s only normal for his growth to be stunted.

But there’s still one thing Luo Yan needed to be sure about.

"I’ll contact your father. He will definitely be glad once he finds out that you’re awake."

"Doc... tor..." Luo Yan called. "T-the president... se-seven years a-ago... who?"

"You’re asking who the president was seven years ago?" Doctor Han clarified to make sure he understood the kid’s question. Luo Yan nodded. Although confused by the teenager’s question, the doctor still answered him.

When Luo Yan heard the name of the president, he breathed a sigh of relief. Because that was the name of the president before he was killed by that damn potted plot. Then that meant he did not cross to some other world. This was still the world he knew. He had been dead for seven years though. He wondered what happened to his original body. Did someone even bother to cremate him and bury him in a cemetary?

Luo Yan shook his head. No, he should not think about that anymore. That life of his already ended. He was given another beginning. Because now, it’s official. He’d been reborn into a 17 year old young master with a face and body of a pretty shota.

He almost cringed. If he’s going to be reborn, why couldn’t the Lord God pick a manly young a.d.u.l.t? Now, he’s stuck with this body.

Luo Yan sighed. He shouldn’t be picky. He’d survive this. Just like always. He’d be this new Luo Yan. He firmly decided, determination filling up his peach blossom eyes.