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Where Lan Qiaoyi couldn't see, the man covered half of his face with one hand, subconsciously took a deep breath cautiously.

The picture I saw just now is still emerging in Yu Qi's mind:

The white cheeks left a small patch of red due to the force exerted, the thin eyelids are slightly drooping, the tails of the eyes are bright red, and the slightly moist black eyes are shining. When looking at him, the man can even see himself shaking in it figure.

At that moment, Yu Qi seemed to be strangled by the throat suddenly, he had to stretch out his hands to cover those dark eyes, and still calm down his sudden shortness of breath.

The young man seemed to blink his eyes, his slender eyelashes brushed against Yu Qi's palm, as if he had been scalded, he withdrew his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The morning sun shone on Little Rose's almost transparent eyelids again, and the man who was a little guilty in the dark turned his head away, and only said in a low voice:

"It's breakfast time."

Yu Qi's topic changed abruptly and abruptly, but Lan Qiaoyi blankly followed his words and responded:

"Oh, oh oh, then let's go eat—"

The hospital's announcement at 08:30 rang three times in total, and the two finally came to the restaurant when it sounded the last time.

The two teammates I met yesterday were still sitting in the previous positions, perhaps because they got a night's rest, their complexions improved a lot, and they were no longer haggard and pale like Lan Qiaoyi saw yesterday.

Among them, Bao Qizhi was in the best condition. Even if they sat down in front of each other, the fat man just raised his head in a hurry to say hello vaguely, and then continued to eat the breakfast in front of him.

Lan Qiaoyi glanced at it inadvertently, a little sighing at the abundance of food.

Five big meat buns, a bowl of lean meat porridge, and a pile of egg shells beside it. Not only that, but when the dining car passed by, Bao Qizhi even took three plates of siu mai from it.

"...It seems that you are very hungry."

Du Hongfu next to him glanced at the lonely soy milk and fried dough sticks in front of him, and said somewhat inexplicably.

"Hey... I've always eaten a lot, but today seems to be a bit too much—"

Bao Qizhi took the time to answer while burying his head in his mouth.

Lan Qiaoyi silently bit the deep-fried dough stick in his mouth, and couldn't help being a little envious of the other party's mentality of being able to eat well and deliciously no matter where he was.

After finishing his breakfast, Yu Qi next to him glanced at the young man who was eating like a little hamster, took a piece of paper from the table, and wiped his fingers slowly, as if casually asked:

"What disease do you have?"

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Du Hongfu on the opposite side gave a few harsh words, he frowned and wanted to say something, but at this moment he heard Bao Qizhi casually say:

"Bulimia, what's wrong?"

As soon as the words came out, the four people present were all quiet for a while.

Even knowing that this is just a character setting, everyone can't help but feel a little funny.

"...Are you going to act in your true colors?"

After a long while, Yu Qi pulled the corners of his lips and said in a speechless voice.

"I……"

Fatty's words were drowned out in a burst of exclamation.

"Dead—!"

I don't know who blurted out first, and the whole restaurant boiled instantly.

Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously turned his head to look. For a moment, he even thought that the chaotic scene from yesterday had reappeared again.

...but there seems to be no difference.

"Stab—" With a sound, Yu Qi beside him stood up.

Lan Qiaoyi turned his head to look, the man's face was cold and solemn, with one hand on his shoulder, he hurriedly left a sentence:

"You wait here—"

The last thing that crossed the field of vision was the man's flying white hem.

Lan Qiaoyi turned his head hastily, but the people in the restaurant ran towards the side of the sound, and the retrograde figure of the man quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Brother Lan, tell me, should we..."

Du Hongfu spoke hesitantly, and looked at the crowded place with some hesitation.

Lan Qiaoyi frowned, clenched his fingertips, and his heart was extremely confused. At one moment, his mind was filled with the warning that the man left hastily just now, and at the same time, it was the struggling and throbbing curiosity deep in his heart.

...if there is any clue?

"go."

He finally nodded and stood up first. Du Hongfu followed him and stood up. Noticing the movements of the two, Bao Qizhi, who was still buried in eating, raised his head, and a word came out from his mouth full of food:

"Go and see, tell me if there are any clues."

After finishing speaking, before the two of them could react, they buried their heads again.

Du Hongfu, who was about to leave in a hurry, paused slightly when he heard the words. He looked at the fat man complicatedly, and after a while, he replied:

"Ah."

At this time, Lan Qiaoyi was already standing behind the crowded patients, and the discussions around him were too chaotic. In the noisy environment, he could barely hear a few words without beginning or end.

"It's really scary. It looks like another suicidal person who can't think about it."

"What's the first case this month? It's so pitiful."

"..."

However, Lan Qiaoyi couldn't help but think of the windowpane that was stained red last night. He subconsciously avoided the crowd, and finally stood in front of the leftmost window of the restaurant, took a deep breath, and poked his head look.

Just one glance made him gasp.

On the ground of the first floor, there was a dead body, and the surrounding area was already dark red.

The corpse/body was facing downwards, its posture was distorted, its arms were twisted backwards, and one leg was folded outwards visibly due to the impact of falling from a high altitude. Looking from the direction of Lan Qiaoyi, the line of sight could only be unsightly. You could touch the man's pale jaw and the dark red blood flowing from his face.

"...really red, like a burst tomato."

A voice suddenly sounded behind Lan Qiaoyi.

He was startled and trembled uncontrollably, but felt the warmth on his shoulders in the next second.

"So timid."

Lan Qiaoyi was slightly stunned, the familiar voice brought back memories in his mind.

"...Ding Zizhuo?"

He turned his head slightly, and because of the angle of view, he could barely see the boy's smooth chin and the slightly drooping maroon hair.

"Hmm! I didn't expect Xiaomei to remember me!"

It seemed that this was some kind of unexpected surprise. The other party was clearly agitated. He reached out and grabbed Lan Qiaoyi's wrist, pulling him out of the crowd.

The young man stumbled behind Ding Zizhuo, and the direction of the other party was very clear.

In the middle of the journey, Lan Qiaoyi even saw Du Hongfu who was pretending to be excited and desperately pushing forward in the crowd, but the middle-aged man didn't seem to notice him.

He opened his mouth, but when he caught sight of the nurses who appeared at the door of the restaurant at this time, he chose to remain silent.

In the end, the boy led him around an unknown number of staircase corners before stopping on an open platform on an unknown floor.

"Finally freed from those noisy flies—"

Ding Zizhuo muttered something, but Lan Qiaoyi, who was panting slightly because of the sudden running, didn't hear clearly. He leaned against the wall, leaned down to hold his knees to calm down the sound of breathing slowly, heard the words and raised his head. At the beginning, he subconsciously asked suspiciously:

"……what?"

Under the bright sunlight of the day, the caramel-colored pupils seemed to be slowly exuding a sweet, fragrant luster. The boy squinted his eyes slightly, took a step forward, and quickly wiped his fingers under Lan Qiao's perplexed eyes. Look at those bright red lips.

"—!"

His pupils suddenly dilated, and the chestnut-haired boy in front of him bowed his head as usual, and moved closer to him, then the corners of his lips suddenly curled up:

"The corners of Xiaomei's mouth are clean now."

Lan Qiaoyi felt at a loss for a while, he wanted to lower his head to avoid the boy's hot eyes, but he stopped his dodge when he heard the other's next sentence.

"I said—" Ding Zizhuo deliberately prolonged the ending, and the somewhat lazy voice echoed softly on the quiet and deserted terrace, "Aren't you curious, who am I?"

After finishing speaking, the boy even curled his lips childishly, as if he was offended by his neglect.

"..."

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't understand the thinking of the person in front of him. How could he tell the other person that he didn't want to contact him at all, because to him, the boy was just a patient NPC with mental problems.

...is still a strange patient who doesn't know how to measure.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ding Zizhuo seemed to understand something. The boy's lips that were still smiling just now slowly pressed down. When he was not smiling, his caramel-colored eyes gave people a sticky and gloomy feeling for no reason. .

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't help taking a step back, but Ding Zizhuo, who noticed his movement at this time, grabbed his wrist.

The opponent raised his leg and strode forward, and it just happened to block his backward steps.

In the blink of an eye, another slender and more powerful leg appeared out of nowhere among the two slender legs. It looked as if he had actively clamped that long leg.

The slender back was against the railing as high as his chest, Lan Qiaoyi's complexion was pale red, and the roots of his ears were slightly hot.

"You...you step back."

he said tremblingly.

Ding Zizhuo drooped his eyes, his gaze passed over the postures of the two of them at this time, and there was a trace of interest on his face, the seemingly slender but firm and powerful thighs moved forward.

The boy raised his back slightly, and let out a muffled voice from his throat:

"Um--"

After hearing her own voice, the pretty girl with bright eyebrows and eyes seemed a little dazed, and pinkness like blooming petals spread on her slender and fair neck one after another, until her cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms.

The warm and soft touch came from the thigh, and Ding Zizhuo's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he almost couldn't control the thought of stretching out his hand to pinch it:

Is it really that soft?

The pink face was close in front of his eyes, and the thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly that was about to leave at a touch. The boy couldn't help it anymore, he bent down slightly, curled his fingers, and gently touched it.

The dense eyelashes were like a small brush, which aroused a slight itchiness when it passed over the knuckles.

Ding Zizhuo's eyes suddenly deepened, and the bright red soft lips that were close at hand seemed to have drunk all the sweet flowers/liquids in the world before they could irrigate the lips that seemed to continuously exude a fragrant fragrance.

"I... a little," Ding Zizhuo frowned fiercely, with a rare look of confusion in his eyes, "I can't help it."

At this moment, in front of Lan Qiaoyi, it seemed that he was really just an innocent boy who couldn't control his heart because he saw his sweetheart.

He saw Ding Zizhuo's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked a little weird.

After realizing what the other party wanted to do, the boy subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to stop the other party, but softened in the next second.

"Well--"

The big hand with well-defined joints exerted a little force, and grabbed the thigh under the white patient's clothes. The soft touch made Ding Zizhuo almost lose his grip when he stroked it at first.

The other hand held the slender waist, and as the bodies got closer, the distance between the two gradually narrowed.

Amidst the "tsk tsk——" sounds that filled the terrace, the boy's heavy breathing gradually became apparent, and the corners of the eyes of the boy who was being suppressed were bright red, as if someone had rubbed him hard.

The slightly sunken sensuality of the fingertips was extremely clear. When the emotion was deep, Ding Zizhuo couldn't help tightening the strength in his hands.

"Um--!"

The bright red tongue subconsciously resisted the entangled warmth of the other place, and the crystal tears rolled down from the end of the eyes as if they couldn't bear it, and were greedily licked away by the boy.

The thick and dark eyelashes were wet, and they were clustered together, like a teenager who was showing a sense of moisture at this time. The boy moved closer to the earlobe that was completely pink, and said something softly Lan Qiaoyi, who was dizzy from being kissed, didn't hear clearly.

The passionate kiss on the balcony caught someone's eyes, and there was a commotion downstairs.

It was rare for the still drowsy brain to wake up, Lan Qiaoyi held his breath subconsciously, stretched out his hand, trying to push away the boy who was biting his slightly swollen lip in dissatisfaction because of his distraction.

"Don't...someone—"

A hint of impatience and cruelty flashed across the caramel-colored eyes, as if upset by this sudden interruption.

He slightly straightened the limp young man in front of him before looking down.

Lan Qiaoyi followed the boy's line of sight, and the scene that came into view made his eyelashes tremble violently.

——The corpse that was carried on a stretcher by the medical staff who came after hearing the news was staring at him with open eyes!

"hiss--"

Frightened, Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously squeezed the object under his hand, but it felt warm.

His shoulders trembled, he turned his head a little stiffly, and met a pair of slightly narrowed amber eyes.

"Huh? Deliberate revenge?"

Looking at the bewildered little beauty in front of him, Ding Zizhuo squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Lan Qiaoyi hurriedly shook his head, hesitatingly denied:

"No, no."

After finishing speaking, before the boy could react, he pushed him away.

Then, while Ding Zizhuo was in a daze, he ran to the other end of the terrace, put his hands on the railing, and looked down.

I happened to see the scarlet pale face being covered with a white cloth.

Lan Qiaoyi recalled the glance just now, and felt a chill all over his body.

Because of the falling of the face, a big opening was cut on the forehead of the corpse, thick and scarlet blood flowed down, and a little dried up under the eyelids. At first glance, it seemed that the eyes were bloodshot.

And because of the hasty glance, he didn't see the other person's appearance clearly, he could only vaguely distinguish that the other person's gender was male.

The stretcher was carried away, except for the land that had been soaked into a dark red color, it seemed that nothing had happened.

Lan Qiaoyi's heart sank slightly, feeling something heavy was pressing on his heart.

He slumped his shoulders slightly, turned around, but froze when he raised his eyes.

At this time, there was no one on the small terrace, and the boy with the chestnut hair who turned up his tail had gone nowhere.

The warm sunlight shone directly on Lan Qiaoyi's body, but he didn't notice it. After a while, he clenched the palm hanging by his side.

"...Smelly dog."

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