Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Lancer did keep his eyes open at night because he couldn't sleep at all.

The anesthesia and painkillers on my body have worn off, and now the wounds all over my body are hurting, and I can't sleep at all.

[System: Host, you can now ask the hospital nurse for a few analgesics, or the system will prepay you an injection of analgesics. 】

Lancer glanced at the intravenous drip bottle that was still hanging, and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"I just asked the nurse to take it, but she said that with my current body, I can no longer take the amount of painkillers."

He suddenly remembered something and was very surprised: "When did you become so generous?"

I remember that in the past, both firearms and medicine were practical supplies. The system has always been stingy, and giving permission to use it requires an almost impossible task.

At this moment, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you have bad intentions.

[System: Hehe, as the saying goes, you don’t have to worry if you have too much debt...]

"What debt?"

When you mention this, the system becomes more energetic.

The ruthless electronic sound and Didi's calculation function accumulated Lancer's emergency plan planning expenses, danger warning functions, and advance usage fees for the shield when he was in danger, all on credit.

The number of points owed on the bill made Lancer even more unable to sleep in this long night.

"When did there be a points system?"

[System: When you face a life-or-death danger, temporarily upgrade and add new ones. 】

Depend on! What is the difference between this and carrying a lifelong mortgage?

Lancer said: "Didn't I complete the task before? Didn't the points count?"

[System: Your unfinished tasks are rewarded with a large number of points, but the rewards for completed tasks have been used by you, and the rewards do not include points. 】

Just that 1 point of favorability? What a cheat!

Lancer looked at his debt, huddled into the quilt sadly, and made a poor voice: "I think I can endure it for a while."

It doesn't hurt at all! If you can't bear the pain, you will owe another high amount of points.

But this night seems to be very long, no matter how hard I stay up, I can't get through it, as if it's the end of the world, making me worry that I won't see the light of day again.

The young man arched his back and huddled under the quilt, feeling cold sweat on his back from the pain. But because he had been under the quilt for too long, it was possible that his body temperature was slowly rising, so he couldn't tell whether he was cold or hot at the moment.

My whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Maybe even the system couldn't bear it, and it didn't bother him for such a long time, so that the surroundings seemed too quiet, and Lancer could hear his own breathing and heartbeat clearly.

The door handle of the room was turned open, and then, a beam of light from the corridor shone silently into the room through the crack in the door.

Gin stood at the door for a while, seeming to be hesitating.

Before entering, he stubbed out the cigarette in his mouth and threw it into the trash can at the door. Then he exhaled a puff of light white smoke and walked into the ward.

The lights are off, but today is a full moon. The bright moonlight outside even spilled into the room through the curtains, covering the white hospital bed with a thin layer of frost.

Along with the quilt and the bulge.

Um? A bulge?

Gin lifted up the quilt on the hospital bed and saw the sickly young man curled up in a ball.

The oversized hospital gown couldn't hide the white gauze wrapped around her body, and her exposed abdomen also had traces of gauze taped on it, as if an oversized OK bandage had been taped to create an X shape.

Guessing that it was probably because the painkillers had worn off that he was trembling in pain, Gin felt so many complex emotions well up in his heart that he hadn't seen in a long time.

Emotions are just useless burdens to him.

It will affect his judgment and lead him to wrong results. Even just a deviation in one thought can produce huge changes.

All he has is reason and no emotions.

This is what he told himself when Gin pulled out the needle from Lancer's hand and carried him out of the ward.

After insisting on giving Lancer the lowest dose of analgesic, he quickly fell asleep.

It's just like the first time he fell asleep and was taken away by him. Lancer curled up in an extremely insecure posture, and his fingers tightly clenched the thin shirt under the man's windbreaker.

The expensive custom-made model was torn out by him with fine wrinkles, probably because it felt good in the hand, so when Gin tried to pry his hand away, he unexpectedly found that there was no way to make Lancer let go completely.

Looking at the sleeping face that was frowning because of being harassed, Gin gave up this move.

He sat in the deserted corridor, leaning on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, and took the initiative to take off the black polite hat and put it on Lancer's head.

The man is like a lazy beast, raising his head to reveal his fragile but cold neck and Adam's apple. The bony hands pushed back the silver hair, and then lit a cigarette for himself.

The no-smoking sign hanging above his head formed a sharp contrast with this arrogant man.

When vodka appeared here, I saw this scene.

His eldest brother and the young man leaning on his shoulder looked like a couple...

When this ridiculous idea appeared in his mind, Vodka froze and immediately shook his head to drive out this horrible idea.

"What do you mean you're shaking your head like an idiot?"

Gin had already discovered the existence of vodka, but he had been too lazy to say anything. But seeing that his mind was not normal, Gin finally looked at him suspiciously.

Vodka woke up from a dream, came to his senses and hurriedly walked up to him and whispered: "Brother, the person you are targeting has really lost his composure and exposed his flaws. He has betrayed the organization and fled back."

"Really?" Gin raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his strong white teeth. His eyes, which were still peaceful just now, are now gradually showing signs of madness.

"We have to catch the mouse before it runs back to its cave." Gin said, "This time I will use the most terrifying cage to lock him up, and then use boiling water to remove his skin. Perm it off.”

Catching mice, it's always been like this.

Before preparing to leave, Gin had to take the sleeping man back to his ward.

When Gin stood up half-hugging Lancer, under Vodka's surprised gaze, he asked him: "Looking at your stupidity, do you have any questions?"

"Uh, brother." Vodka really didn't understand, "Are you too nice to this guy?"

When other women try to seduce you, you won’t put your arms around their waists!

Unexpectedly, Gin laughed and put on his hat.

"Don't get me wrong."

He took away the hand on Lancer's waist, and then Vodka saw an even more shocking scene——

I saw that this man was clinging to his elder brother's body, holding the collar of Gin's shirt with one hand, and the other hand reached to Gin's lower waist to tighten it, and his legs were also squeezed tightly Holding Gin's waist, it was coiled tightly like an ivy.

Vodka was stunned.

Is he asleep? How did you do it? !