The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

After a long time, the man moved his lips away.

He stretched out his hand again, and gently stroked Jiang Yilin's brow bone.

The appearance of Orientals is quite different from that of Westerners. Generally speaking, the appearance of Orientals is not as sharp-edged as Westerners, but it has smooth lines like ink paintings, which is more charming.

He gently stroked the pale pink lips of the young man under him with his fingers, his voice low and hoarse.

"—Wake up early, little bastard."

He stayed for a while - controlled within a relatively precise moment, then got up and left the ward without hesitation.

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Jiang Yilin held his breath, and after a long time, when he was sure that the man hadn't come back, he slowly began to relax himself.

"Godson...? I didn't smell too strong bloody smell from that man, nor did I smell any sensitive smell. That is to say, what he was engaged in did not involve the gray level, and it was revealed from his words and actions. Judging from the aura of the superiors who came out, it should be related to the field of business and politics."

"In Western society, the word godfather has another meaning...the person who welcomed my birth and cleansed my soul."

"And it has no blood relationship with me."

"It seems that the reason why I was paralyzed in bed in this dungeon is also a very important thing that is worth exploring - the reason why I was poisoned is very likely to be related to the legendary slender ghost."

"It's not ruled out that this man was transformed by a slender ghost... It's just that there is too little information right now, so we can't be sure about anything."

Jiang Yilin thought so in his heart.

After the man left, the ward became terribly silent again. As time passed, he also felt a deep sense of boredom.

You can't speak, you can't speak, you can't move, you can only lie on the hospital bed, you can't do anything, but you have a fully awake will, and you can clearly feel the passage of time. For ordinary people... What a torture.

However, Jiang Yilin was not an ordinary person after all, he just felt that the efficiency of this was a bit too low.

Jiang Yilin slowed down his breathing, quietly waiting for the arrival of the night.

The hospital bed he was in should have a window sill not far away, and he could feel the sunlight shining on his face through the window, printing a light color on the irises.

Until the light slowly dimmed, it seemed to indicate that dusk was approaching.

Jiang Yilin heard that the door was opened again, it seemed to be a young woman, her steps were brisk.

She went to the window and drew all the curtains.

A small light, dimly lit.

Immediately afterwards, what appeared to be dedicated paramedics began to clean his body.

"It seems... still can't wake up today."

The girl stood at the end of the young man's bed and said softly.

There was an innocent pity in her voice.

"I don't know... who would want to lay hands on such a person. By God, this is really cruel."

As these voices slowly fell silent, everything returned to silence.

Jiang Yilin felt that the whole room had darkened again, and now it was completely in darkness.

However, to a person who cannot open his eyes, there seems to be no difference between night and day, except that the room temperature is warmer.

He didn't hear any sound.

However, slowly, the vigilance in Jiang Yilin's heart increased.

- Abnormal, very abnormal...

——It was too quiet, no cicadas chirping, no wind, no sound at all.

It's like this place is isolated by something, the information from the outside can't come in, and the information inside can't be transmitted out.

Jiang Yilin waited patiently. The strange thing is that he, who has a keen intuition, didn't feel anything watching him.

——Why... why is this?

The black-haired youth waited silently.

Then, he felt a long, slippery and soft thing gently bouncing on his face.

Then, it stroked Jiang Yilin's hair gently, as if it wanted to treat him like that man.

After realizing that Jiang Yilin didn't respond, it seemed to rub Jiang Yilin's cheek with some concern.

What's different from that soft movement is... this long strip doesn't have any warm touch, it's as cold as a dead thing.