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However, Song An didn't have time to think about it for the time being. He had to go to the school hospital at noon to complete the brief requirements.

He pressed his forehead with some headaches. This doctor who looks like a fool is actually quite a dangerous existence.

He could clearly see desire in those beautiful and affectionate peach blossom eyes, but it was definitely not sexual desire, but killing.

Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes slightly, restrained the gentle smile on his face, and let himself become cold.

There is no way, the other party is too enthusiastic, if I still have that gentle appearance, I may be dismembered in advance.

Still knocking on the door politely, Song An walked in after getting an answer.

Today's infirmary is a bit different. It is still the same monotonous color, but there is a transparent crystal vase on the table, and there is a blooming lily in it.

Pure, charming, but also cold and arrogant.

Song An pretended not to see, sat on the chair, opened his mouth silently, revealing the wound that had begun to heal, and let Jianyan operate.

ignore him, eh?

Jian Yan raised her eyebrows, her eyes slowly inspected Song An's beautiful face, wishing to lick it inch by inch.

His heart hadn't been beating so fast for a long time. He knew that the other party was not such an obedient master, but he couldn't help being treated coldly when he got on the pole.

There is no way, that indifferent gesture is so tempting, it makes him want to press it under his body and grind it wantonly, watching the abstinent and cold appearance shattered, stained pink by his fingers and the tip of his tongue sin.

"The wound is healing well."

Song An nodded, thanked the doctor, and was about to get up to leave, but was held down by a strong hand on his shoulder.

He raised his eyes, and met Jian Yan's smiling eyes, but the smile was not kind.

"Don't rush to go, I'll check other places for you."

Song An frowned, stared into his eyes coldly, and said without any evasion, "No need, doctor, I don't have any other wounds."

Jian Yan fell in love with his straightforwardness, his frosty eyes were full of fearless resistance, but because of the lack of physical ability, he could only sit there helplessly, this kind of contrast was simply irresistible.

"No, no, it's so dangerous here. You may have been injured in an unknown place, but you don't know it yet. At this time, you need a handsome, enthusiastic and romantic school doctor, that is, me, to examine you."

Jian Yan doesn't allow him to continue to resist. If he continues to resist like this, maybe he will break Song An's hand impatiently.

Oops, this is kind of ugly.

He stretched out his hand to unbutton Song An's shirt with a smile, and there was a thick and ferocious mist intertwined in the depths of his dark eyes. He didn't know whether he was expecting his resistance or his obedience.

Unknown answers are always itchy.

Song An pressed his hand, and at the moment when Jian Yan's pupils turned blood-cold, he said softly, "I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, he took away Jian Yan's ice-cold hands, and unbuttoned them little by little, revealing his white and thin upper body.

Don't look at Song An's elegant and thin body when he is wearing clothes, but when he takes off his clothes, he will find that he is definitely a body that has been exercising regularly.

There is no softness that will collapse when the wind blows, and there is no fat that grows leisurely for a long time. Every inch of skin is smooth and firm, revealing a healthy and strong luster.

Jian Yan's eyeballs almost didn't want to move anymore, and she stuck to Song An's body with covetousness, rubbing back and forth like touching a treasure.

Song An should be shy, but he was still so indifferent after taking off his clothes, as if he just did a very ordinary thing.

He even put his clothes on the back of the chair, got up and turned around by himself, showing all his body to Jian Yan.

"Is there a wound? Doctor."

Jian Yan turned around quickly, took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, wiped her nose, and turned around again after making sure there was nothing wrong.

He twirled his finger, motioning Song An to carry it on his back.

Song An had no objection, so he exposed his back to Jian Yan's eyes without any precaution.

His back is beautiful, especially the two butterfly bones are slightly raised, like the wings of an angel about to spread, pure and alluring.

This sense of impact made Jian Yan stunned for a long time before he fixed his eyes on the small black number, narrowing his eyes slightly, revealing a little displeasure of being spoiled by someone.

He walked over, resting his cold fingers on the numbers, and with just a light touch, he removed this disgusting existence like a small bug.

The moment he touched it, the muscles on Song An's back tightened slightly, trembling like a startled butterfly, so fragile that it made people feel pitiful.

He turned his head to look at Jian Yan, he didn't get angry, but just looked at him with some doubts, and asked lightly: "Doctor, what's the problem?"

Jian Yan's blood boiled from this look, especially this posture, which was really suitable for him to hug Song An from behind, and tear his beating heart from his fiery chest in front of him.

Oh, his heart must be very beautiful, just like a blood-red rose in full bloom, every drop of blood tells the beauty of purity.

He licked the corner of his mouth, a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes, but he still temporarily suppressed these thoughts.

After finally coming across such a toy that suits his heart, it would be a pity to destroy it too early, why not play with it again, and when he has played enough, it will just become his collection.

"It's nothing, it's just a small scar, I've already repaired it for you."

Song An nodded, and didn't question his words, just said: "Then can I put on my clothes?"

There was disappointment in Jian Yan's eyes. To be honest, he wanted to watch it for a while, but obviously, he couldn't find a suitable excuse now.Moreover, class is about to start, so it's meaningless to keep Song An here.

"of course."

Song An put the shirt on, and buttoned the buttons one by one with his slender, white fingers, so that the snow-white cloth gradually covered his breasts.

He could even feel Jian Yan's gaze wishing to get into the gap and stay on his skin, but he pretended not to know, and even buckled the button all the way to his throat.

"Thank you doctor, if the wound is healed, I won't come here tomorrow."

Jian Yan paused for a moment with a smile, feeling annoyed by her quick talk just now, how could that work, if Song An didn't come, he would miss him like crazy.

But Song An was right, his wound was almost healed, even if he didn't come, it was justified.

But of course Jian Yan would not give up like this, he rubbed his chin and smiled lightly, and soon thought of an idea.

"Okay, bye."

The word "goodbye" was held in his mouth, which seemed to be very meaningful, as if this was not a parting, but to meet again.

Song An pretended not to hear it, said "goodbye" as well, then turned and left.

At the same time, Liang Li was planning to take a nap, but he probably drank too much water at noon and couldn't bear the urge to urinate, so he had to go to the toilet first.

To be honest, since Leo died in the morning, he has been very resistant to places like toilets.Fortunately, it was daytime, so I wasn't that scared.

He quickly solved his problem and was about to leave when he heard crying from the closed compartment, the voice was so familiar that it made him stiffen.

Even if the relationship with Leo is not very close, it can be considered that he has heard his voice, and it is undoubtedly extremely frightening when it sounds here and now.

He turned around tremblingly, and heard the voice coming from the innermost compartment, echoing in the quiet toilet, the clarity was creepy.

He unconsciously took a step back, but suddenly there was the sound of splashing water, which scared him almost to the ground.

However, the third compartment opened, and She Chen walked out. Seeing Liang Li's pale face, he couldn't help frowning.

"what happened to you?"

Liang Li almost threw himself on him, his wide-open eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes of fear, almost bursting the eye sockets.

"Didn't you hear the crying just now? It's in the innermost compartment."

She Chen glanced at him, making sure that he didn't seem to be lying, so he squeezed the props tightly, walked to the innermost compartment, and pushed the door open.

Looking at the empty cubicle, he was extremely speechless, and said sternly: "Don't scare yourself, you have already passed the game, there can be no punishment."

Liang Li stood up in a daze, he could only suppress the anxiety and fear in his heart, and followed She Chen step by step and left.

But as soon as he lay down, he heard crying again.And the voice was getting closer and closer, as if it was slowly coming towards him.

Liang Li shivered and retracted into the quilt, the hairs all over his body stood up, as if a heart was about to pop out of his throat.

He smelled blood, rich and pungent, as if dead Leo was standing next to him.

He didn't dare to move, he could only hold his breath and pray silently in his heart.

Soon, the crying sound disappeared, and the smell of blood just now seemed to not exist.

After waiting for a long time, Liang Li slowly opened the quilt a little and looked out.

Nothing at all.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the quilt, and sat on the bed panting.

Oops, class time is almost here!

I don't know how the time passed so quickly. He obviously just lay down not long ago, but now he looked at the watch and it was almost 02:30.

Thinking of the scary female teacher, Liang Li didn't dare to delay, and immediately prepared to put on his shoes and leave.

But just as his feet were on the ground, a pair of blood-stained hands suddenly grabbed his ankles.

Liang Li lowered his head dully, looking at the familiar watch, almost fainted.

But before he let out a scream, those hands grabbed him firmly, pulled him suddenly, and pulled him into the bottom of the bed without a sound.

The class bell rang, and She Chen glanced at Liang Li's position, and couldn't help frowning.

Liang Li was timid, and it was absolutely impossible for him to be late.

Thinking of Liang Li's terrified words when he met Liang Li at noon, She Chen had a bad premonition in his heart.

Shouldn't...

For a moment, he couldn't figure out the rules of the king's game. Liang Li had already passed the game, so why was he still punished by death?

And before he had time to think, the third round of the game started again.

[The third round of the game of kings - Lake of Love.

Rules of the game: At midnight, when the yin is at its heaviest, go to the Lake of Love. As lovers, two people walk around the lake three times hand in hand, stare and kiss, and make a promise that they will be together forever and ever.

Players: No. 5 She Chen, No. 8 Button. 】

She Chen's face froze, he never thought that he would get such a speechless question, and he was with Button.

Although, to him, Barton was a little bit stronger than Song An, but it didn't mean he wanted to kiss him.

Barton was also disgusted, just glanced at him, then looked away disgustedly, his face was cold.

But no matter what, they knew that the game had to be completed.

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