fear game

Chandler triumphantly looked down at the stunned Lance: "Don't you want to ask, why am I suddenly so interested in the subject of 'sleepwalking'?"

No need to ask, Lance knows, Chandler already knows everything, he knows that he has sleepwalking, he knows that he will walk out of the door in the dark and wander aimlessly... People who sleepwalk are usually suffering mentally. People under some kind of pressure.If this matter is placed on ordinary people, it can only be regarded as a less serious sleep disorder at best, but if it is placed on a psychotherapist, this is a reason enough to question his qualifications.Chandler likes to take sneak shots so much, Lance believes that he has kept evidence of his sleepwalking, and it is useless even if he does not admit it.

"What do you want?" Lance said weakly.

Chandler moved closer to Lance, his disgustingly thick lips were just a little away from Lance's red lips.

He said in a threatening tone: "Do you remember the last time you kissed me? That time was here..." Chandler touched his side cheek, then straightened up, and moved that hand to his In the crotch, he said obscenely, "This time, it's here..."

Lance was about to throw up!Let him suck Chandler's dick, he's afraid he'll bite off that disgusting thing!

"You're dreaming!" Lance's eyes hidden behind the lenses glowed with disgust, "You can do whatever you want. Sleepwalking is not against the law, even if you make me disqualified as a doctor, I won't do it." That thing of yours!"

Chandler obviously didn't think that Lance could be wrong as a doctor, he shouted angrily: "You don't take my stuff, is it because you've already swallowed Qi Mo's! Ah!" While shouting, he went to Breaking off Lance's head, forcing him to get on top of the stinking thing.

"You bitch! You pretend to be noble on the surface, but actually have a shameless affair with your own patient!" Chandler has lost his mind and can swear all kinds of ugly words.

Lance also resisted desperately. Chandler's strength is not much stronger than Lance. It is still difficult for him to completely suppress Lance and force him to do things he does not want to do.Lance's long hair was not dominant in this wrestling, and his ponytail was painfully caught by Chandler, but he finally struggled to free himself from the claws.

Not to be outdone, he replied to Chandler: "Yes! I just licked Qi Mo's. His food is bigger, more fragrant than yours, and a hundred times better than yours!" In fact, Lance had never eaten it at all. He was trying to piss Chandler off on purpose.

Chandler saw that Lance was not threatened, and he didn't have much advantage in physical strength, so he had no choice but to give up.Picking up the scattered papers, he walked towards the door, and before he slammed the door down, he did not forget to throw a threat: "Just wait, you will have a good show tomorrow!"

At the next day's academic conference, Lance sat on pins and needles listening to Chandler's eloquent talk above, and made a report on the psychological profiling of sleepwalking people.What are "excessive psychological pressure, inability to coordinate and relieve oneself", what are "premonitions of mental disintegration", and even "predictors of anti-social consciousness in the subconscious mind"... Lance thinks that Chandler Every sentence is aimed at him, satirizes him, and provokes him.He couldn't listen anymore, stood up, and walked out of the venue under the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Doctor Lance!" It was a senior in the academic circle he was familiar with calling him, and he turned his head away.

"Aren't you going to give a speech? Isn't your academic report next?" the old man asked him.

Lance shook his head dully, just said "I'm sorry I'm not feeling well", and left first.