fear game

Zianini Mental Health and Sanatorium Hospital is built close to mountains and rivers, like a resort for leisure and recuperation, and there is even a small artificial lake that reflects the green mountains and green waters.In the spring sunshine, Lance and Qi Mo went boating on the lake together.

"I don't do my job during working hours, and I accompany the patients to travel around, so they really won't deduct the master's salary?" Qi Mo held two long oars in both hands, resting them on the side of the boat and slowly making circles, one leaf The boat slid slowly on the water, and the water reflected Lance's beautiful face like a peach blossom, and the hair that occasionally brushed the corners of his mouth with the wind.

"Who says I'm not doing my job properly, it's just that today's treatment consultation is placed on the lake, which is also for the needs of the treatment effect." Lance said it confidently, smiling like a spring breeze.

"If there is such treatment every day, I'm afraid some people will be so jealous that they wish they could become crazy." Qi Mo cast a sideways glance at the figure watching this way in the woods by the bank, and joked nonchalantly .

"Dr. Chandler is probably really busy, and he moved his office to work in the grass, haha." Lance and Qi Mo have a tacit understanding, even when they are sarcastic, they are all in the same leisurely tone.It's a pity that Dr. Qian was too far away to hear, otherwise the grass would probably catch fire.

Leading the patient to relax physically and mentally is good for the treatment of the disease. Even if it is reported to the director for proper and legitimate reasons, Lance will not be afraid at all.He looked at Qi Mo, and asked in the gentlest voice: "Xiao Hei, are you tired?"

How can Qi Mo feel tired, his strong biceps and triceps are not for nothing: "I'm not tired." Of course I'm not tired, even if I look at the beauty in front of me, my strength is boundless.The ancients said, "You can eat with beauty", which probably means this.

Such a beautiful scene, but the prying eyes in the grass are really too unpleasant.Lance suddenly had an idea: "Xiao Hei, let me help you."

After saying this, Lance suddenly stood up, took a step and walked in front of Qi Mo, turned his back to him and sat down in front of Qi Mo, stretched out his hands, and put them on the two oars , his little finger barely touched Qi Mo's index finger.

The boat shook for a while, and after Lance sat down, he gradually regained his composure.However, someone in the distance at this moment may not be able to calm down in his heart. I am afraid that a typhoon of level [-] has already blown, and the boat of jealousy is about to burst and sink.

Lance doesn't care what Chandler thinks, he just wants to piss him off, and let him keep peeping outside the door when he has nothing to do with Qi Mo's diagnosis and treatment process.Lance deliberately turned half of his face, gave Qi Mo a shy but affectionate look, and signaled him to start paddling.So, the two of them were like this, shaking a flat boat, rippling on the mirror-like lake in spring.The sound of "squeaking" water flow from the oars is light and long, like a beating note, scratching on the lake of the lover's heart.

Qi Mo sat behind Lance, his nose filled with the faint fragrance lingering in Lance's hair.Like a night orchid blooming with fragrance, it quietly opens in the wind for those who know how to appreciate it.

Qi Mo couldn't help but take a deep breath of the smell he had been longing for all this time. He could have such a strong desire to hold a single strand of Lance's hair, not to mention that Lance's beautiful hair is right in front of him at this moment.He could not help but move forward, and Lance felt that the nose of the person behind him had touched the ponytail behind his head.It's not that he's being hypocritical, of course he doesn't dislike this level of intimacy, but it's working hours after all, not to mention there is a pair of malicious eyes watching from the grass.

He turned slightly to the left, but Qi Mo moved closer as if to tease him deliberately.In such an ambiguous atmosphere, Lance didn't want to tell him to stop messing around, so he kept leaning down to avoid the tip of Qi Mo's nose.Unexpectedly, Qi Mo was still relentless, and continued to post an inch.Lance gave way bit by bit, Qi Mo pushed inch by inch, until finally Lance lowered his head and half of his body was tilted overboard.

Finally, Lance couldn't hold back anymore, and surrendered with a smile: "Xiao Hei, stop making trouble, itchy..." At this moment, Lance saw his own reflection in the water - following the ripples on the lake surface, Shui Li smiled to himself.That smile was both familiar and strange...Suddenly, Lance felt a sense of great fear that he had never experienced before. The shadow seemed to be trembling and clamoring, trying to drag his sanity into the vortex of the bottomless lake!

Lance sat up straight all of a sudden, clutching the two oars tightly with trembling hands, his fingertips turned pale from too much force.Seeing Lance gasping for breath in shock, Qi Mo hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you? Master, what's wrong with you!"

Lance was pulled back to his consciousness by Qi Mo's cry, he took a long breath, took a deep breath, and gradually calmed down: "I'm fine, it's nothing. It's just that I had a feeling just now, maybe... when I was a child What accident happened in the water, maybe I drowned, I don’t remember too much, but I was a little nervous when facing the water just now.” He deliberately weakened the shadow in his heart.

Qi Mo looked at Lance worriedly, didn't say anything, just gently covered the back of Lance's hand with his big hand: "It's fine, it's fine."

Lance smiled embarrassingly: "I'm the doctor. I should be the one to comfort you. Why did you ask me to comfort me instead? Sigh~ I, as a doctor, have failed too much."

Qi Mo patted the back of Lance's hand, put it next to Lance's ear, and said in a gentle and firm voice: "No matter what the master looks like, whether he is strong, fragile, or confident, Whether you are wandering, Xiao Hei has recognized the smell of the master. If the master can guide me, then I will follow you; if the master is also lost, then Xiao Hei will lead the master home."

Lance gently rested the back of his head on Qi Mo's neck, and the two of them stopped paddling, and let the current take them wherever they wanted—just like fate, taking each of us where we should go.