The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

After the boy left, several people came to visit him.

Jiang Yilin was able to know their identities from their words. There was a housekeeper who was probably in his prime, and his tone of voice was extremely rigid. His concern for Jiang Yilin was not so much from the heart, but more like An extraordinarily formulaic etiquette.

The other young girls, who were supposed to be maids at home, were sobbing and choking when they came to see Jiang Yilin, as if they were particularly worried about Jiang Yilin's physical condition.

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"System, I am in this dungeon... am I going to be paralyzed like this? And there is no help."

Jiang Yilin asked in his head.

【That's not the case. At the right time, Mr. Jiang, your body will slowly recover... As for the timing and the reason, it's up to you to discover it yourself. 】

——The right time... Slow recovery?

After Jiang Yilin heard what the system said, he began to analyze it slowly.

——In other words, this so-called suspected chronic toxin will automatically decrease over time.

"But I don't feel that my physical condition has improved."

Jiang Yilin tried to open his eyes and move his fingers, but felt as if something was pressing on him, preventing him from moving.

【...The specific reason is up to you to analyze by yourself. I'm sorry, I can't remind you of this matter for the time being. 】

Jiang Yilin did not continue talking to the system in his mind.

Now a lot of information in this dungeon has not been fully unfolded... He is also a little helpless.

Time passed slowly like this, and in the following night, the slender ghost never appeared again.

——No... maybe it appeared.

After all, Jiang Yilin couldn't perceive its location, what he could only be sure of was that the tentacle never came to harass him again.

As time went by, he also gradually understood what the system said, what kind of situation his body would get better.

Jiang Yilin's consciousness is very clear, he can feel that the control over his body is slowly regaining, his eyelids can tremble slightly, and his ring finger and little finger can twitch slightly.

"It seems that the person who poisoned me... He still has something reserved. He only wants me to be paralyzed in bed for a short period of time to achieve a certain purpose, but he doesn't want to kill me with it—he has a lot of heart for me. Can't bear it."

Jiang Yilin thought.

However, the external voices pulled his thoughts back, always preventing him from fully sinking into thinking.

Those powerful hands stroked the black-haired youth's eyelids, and his voice sounded a little sleepy.

"I don't know why, I always have an illusion... It seems that you will wake up soon."

He spoke very slowly and coldly, but it reminded Jiang Yilin of the constantly surging waves under the ice that was on the verge of breaking.

"The doctor said he wanted to do a deep examination of your brain - he wanted to make an incision in your skull."

When the man was talking, he stretched out his hand and lifted Jiang Yilin's hair from his forehead. With a soft gaze, he traced the facial features of his most beloved godson over and over again, and kept touching the hairline with his lips. kissed lightly.

"It's these positions... Do you know what I was thinking when I heard that doctor speak?"

"How dare he have such an idea...huh?"

His lips kept stroking Jiang Yilin's forehead.

"...I almost forgot, you don't seem to care what I'm thinking."

"Then I'll tell you briefly - I had my bodyguard, on the doctor who was speaking, open his skull with a little metal gizmo."

"I want to see what's in his head that dares him to say something so stupid and impractical."

The man's lips kept touching Jiang Yilin, and after a while, he said slowly, "It's okay, if you don't wake up, I will continue talking, anyway, I have time and patience."

And at a certain moment, the man's fingers suddenly paused, and he rubbed for a long time on the small red mark behind Jiang Yilin's ear.

Although men often do some charming moves to the black-haired youth, he never leaves a trace—he cherishes and values ​​his godson's body more than anyone else.

The red marks were like flapping butterfly wings, and the young man had been lying on the hospital bed for too long, and his skin had a milky white color after not seeing the sun for a long time, making those marks particularly obvious and ferocious.

On that dazzingly white skin, there was a crime-inducing beauty.

The man's voice was even colder.

"Joy...that kid, have you been here?"

"It seems that there are too many people who don't have a long memory."

The man's hand also exerted a little force unconsciously.

And in the next second...

He found,

The eyelashes of his dearest godson,

It seemed to tremble slightly.