The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

After Lin Zhaoyun was stunned, he gradually understood what Anthony was talking about, his face flushed, and the water in his hand almost spilled.

What the other party said made him feel ashamed and angry as a man, but he had no words to refute as a single mother.

Lin Zhaoyun asked 886: He, why did he ask me this?

886 indifferently did not answer.

Lin Zhaoyun didn't want to talk to Anthony, and pulled out his arm. When the water was full, he wanted to turn his head and go back to his bed, but Anthony clenched his arm tightly.

"What are you running, talking to you."

Anthony's eyes fell on the white arm that had been stamped by his hand, it felt soft and slippery, and his fingertips couldn't bear to keep pressing it in.

"Why do you ask this, it hurts..." Lin Zhaoyun frowned, his delicate facial features were all tangled together.

In fact, something strange overwhelmed the pain.

Anthony felt that his thoughts were right. Lin Zhaoyun had no meat on his body. He was sick. Half will pass out.

But Anthony just wanted to see—Lin Zhaoyun answered his question in a shy tone, and then the tips of his ears turned red, as if he was going to cry out of shame.

Anthony stood up straight, then bent down, and almost surrounded Lin Zhaoyun in a corner. Lin Zhaoyun subconsciously stretched out his arms to push him away, and pushed his slender fingers on his shoulder halfway.

Messy bangs covered part of the brow bone, and her strong eyes passed through the hair, staring at Lin Chaoyun's round eyes: "I just want to know."

When I was in college, this kind of topic was occasionally discussed in the male dormitory. At that time, Lin Zhaoyun would hide under the quilt, blushing.

But those are all friendships of "helping to name names".

"I, I don't have a good relationship with you to share this kind of thing..."

Anthony stared at the lips that opened and closed when Lin Zhaoyun spoke, his throat moved, the heart in his chest beat suddenly and quickly, and his voice was hoarse: "Then what about kissing?"

Lin Zhaoyun choked up.

Ask, why ask so many questions! ?

"I...won't tell you." Lin Zhaoyun turned his head away, his eyelashes looked particularly curled and slender from the side face.

Anthony's heart seemed to be scratched by those soft eyelashes, and it was extremely itchy.

Last time he rubbed Lin Zhaoyun's bruises, Lin Zhaoyun looked very thin, but in fact he had a lot of flesh, his fingers could sink into it, it was very soft, as if he had no bones.

The earlobes, nape of the neck, fingertips and even the crooks of the legs are all pink.

The fingertips are so fine and white, as if they have never done any heavy work.

The best way to use it is to buckle a solid shoulder and leave unbearable scratches on it.

"Show me if your injury from last time is better." Anthony put his palm on Lin Zhaoyun's shoulder.

Lin Zhaoyun didn't want to show him, so he twisted his shoulder, but was held down, a trembling feeling came from his body, the touch went through the nerves to the spine, and his whole body trembled without warning.

And the back touched the rough concrete wall, and there was no way to retreat.

He was flustered and lied, "It's healed, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Lied to me."

Lin Zhaoyun bit his lip, "Really."

"Just let me see if you're lying or not. I still have medicine to rub for you."

The corners of Lin Zhaoyun's eyes drooped, he thought for a while before stammering and said: "No, the callus on your palm is too thick, I don't feel well."

Anthony was suffocated for a moment, his spinal cord was numb by his words, and he paused for a moment before laughing shortly: "Little liar, didn't you agree that it doesn't hurt?"

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned, and found that he had been entangled in it. He was stupid, his ears turned red, and he was a little annoyed: "It means not to!"

Still have a little temper.

Anthony lowered his head, the tip of his nose was full of the smell of Lin Zhaoyun, and his body smelled of soap, but it was mixed with his unique smell.

good smell.

The boy bowed his head in shame and anger, his eyelashes trembling, and he looked like a good rabbit. Anthony's breathing became a little more rapid.

During the stalemate, a disdainful male voice came: "Don't mess around beside my bed."

Lin Zhaoyun's sight was completely blocked by Anthony, but he knew it was Sigmund by the sound, and he came out of the bathroom.

Anthony turned his head to look at Sigmund, there was a gap between his arms, not so tight, Lin Zhaoyun got out from his encirclement.

But Anthony circled him back again without any effort.Pressing Lin Zhaoyun's lower back with one hand, pressed against his waist, lowered his head and said in a cold voice, "Don't move."

Then he turned his head again: "Sigmund, do you want to fight too?"

Sigmund frowned coldly, very impatiently: "I'm not interested."

Anthony narrowed his eyes and smiled strangely: "Really? Remember what you said."

After Anthony left Sigmund alone, he turned Lin Zhaoyun's narrow waist and turned his back to him. He opened his collar a little, and saw green and red on his transparent white skin.

The bruises have been rubbed open a little, but they also appear to be more exaggerated.

"Don't move, I'll give you medicine."

Lin Zhaoyun bit her lip and endured, not letting Anthony notice her abnormality, her skin seemed to be burnt by flames, it was surprisingly hot.

……

Lin Zhaoyun slowly crawled back to his own bed, and slipped into the bed drowsily.

The sound of the heartbeat was amplified abnormally, and he was in a trance. He felt like he had a fever, and his whole body was hot.

He needs medicine.

Lin Zhaoyun curled up in a ball under the blanket, even his toes were tangled together, and complained to 886: Woooooo, 886 feels so bad.

886: [Shun Mao. 】

Lin Zhaoyun: Don't follow the hair, it will be more uncomfortable.

886: […]

The door of the ward was opened, and a few footsteps came from outside.

Dr. Lance, wearing a mask, came in from the door.

Just seeing his silhouette through the gap in the curtains, Lin Zhaoyun felt nervous.

Is he here to deliver medicine?

The conversation came from outside the curtain, but Lin Zhaoyun couldn't hear it clearly. After he finished asking everyone, he walked to Lin Zhaoyun's bed, opened the curtain, walked in, and closed it again.

On Lin Zhaoyun's character panel, there is already a negative buff: [Skin Hunger attack period: Loss of 10% of physical strength every hour, charm value increases by 200%]

"Doctor, give me medicine..." His voice sounded like he was drowning in water, half of his face was hidden in the quilt, and he only grabbed a little edge of the quilt with his hands.

A man in a white coat was at the head of the bed, with the back of his hand hanging down to the side of Lin Zhaoyun's cheek. The cold feeling attracted the hot cheek. Lin Zhaoyun's eyes straightened, and he turned his face to press it.

Lin Zhaoyun opened his watery eyes, his eyes were already a little loose, and his dark and curled eyelashes were stained with tears as he blinked, looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

His hair stuck to the side of his neck and ears, and he opened his mouth to exhale high-temperature air, scratching the side of his face unconsciously.

[My day, what kind of skin hunger and thirst is this, this is the top OMEGA! ? 】

[There are four aces here just now, Wang Zha! 】

The entire live broadcast room was filled with a large number of hissing barrages, and it was impossible to see those few unfriendly barrages of swearing.

The man didn't expect Lin Zhaoyun to do such a move, and he paused his fingertips for a few seconds. After a few seconds, he recovered his original expression, and drew back his hand. There was still temperature on the fingertips, and he was crushed.

He took out the pills from the cart, put them in the palm of his hand, and stretched them out to Lin Zhaoyun's eyes, watching the beautiful young man's gaze follow his instructions.

"Want it?"

Lin Zhaoyun nodded, trying to prop up his body, but couldn't stand up, and fell back again.

"I can't get up," Lin Zhaoyun said with tears in his eyes.

Lance lowered his eyes, and handed the pill that could melt directly in his mouth to Lin Zhaoyun's mouth.

Lin Zhaoyun looked at the meticulous doctor with some puzzlement, and asked softly, "You, you feed me?"

"Eat by yourself," Lance moved his Adam's apple unobtrusively. It is undeniable that he very much expected to see Lin Zhaoyun, like a poor little animal, come up to him and lick off the pill in his palm bit by bit.

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment, then looked at the condescending doctor in disbelief.

How can your doctor not talk about hygiene?

"...Very dirty." Lin Zhaoyun said his thoughts slowly.

Lance's expression froze for a moment, it was the first time someone called him dirty.

"That's not good." The cleanliness and superior doctor snorted, stretched out his hand and grabbed the chin of the young man who said he was dirty, crushed the pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hold it, don't swallow it."

Lin Zhaoyun was caught off guard, and the tip of his tongue resisted against the finger that came in, but was pulled. Lance's gray-blue eyes focused on his lips and tongue.

"It looks like the wound has healed."

The hairs on the back of Lin Zhaoyun's neck stood up, and the illusion of being stared at by wild beasts flooded into his brain again.

He hurriedly turned his head away, his voice was vague: "I have eaten, it's bitter..."

Lance took it easy, as if nothing had happened, took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped the saliva overflowing from the corner of Lin Zhaoyun's mouth, brushed up his messy hair, and put it behind his ears.

"So nice."

The pill box was placed by the bedside: "One pill a day, don't break it."

When he walked to the door, Lance suddenly turned his head around. He didn't know who he was facing, and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, as if his mood suddenly turned bad: "Restrain yourself tomorrow, don't make me too busy."

Anthony laughed strangely, and Sigmund and Slater ignored him.

……

The effect of the medicine gradually increased, and Lin Zhaoyun's fever gradually faded, as if he had done a high-intensity exercise, and the sweat soaked the entire hospital gown.

There were still those two photos in his pocket. Lin Zhaoyun carried the clothes into the bathroom. Because there was no lock on the door, he leaned against the door and pressed against the door before he dared to take out the photos.

Lin Zhaoyun: 886, can the mosaic be removed?

886 was a little surprised: [Aren't you afraid? 】

Lin Zhaoyun wrung his fingers: I'm afraid, but there should be some clues, right?

886 removed the mosaic from the photo.

Lin Zhaoyun endured the nausea, and looked at it bit by bit, only to recognize a man in the photo, as if his throat had been cut and his eyes had been gouged out.

But there was a sense of familiarity.

When taking out another photo, Lin Zhaoyun suddenly covered the photo and thought of a very important question: Will this photo be seen in the live broadcast room?

886: [No, regarding privacy, the live broadcast will be blocked or mosaic. 】

Lin Zhaoyun breathed a sigh of relief: That's good.

Lin Zhaoyun took out the photo and looked at it carefully, making sure that it was his back, the one without clothes on.

According to the angle of the photo, he paced slowly in the bathroom, and finally stood at the window...

The last time he saw it, it was welded and it was impossible to open it, but he reached out and groped for it, but couldn't find the gap.

He didn't find anything, so Lin Zhaoyun had no choice but to take a shower first. When he took off his clothes, the photo fell out of his pocket, and he turned it over, only to find that there was writing on the back.

The bloody one has two words, and you can see what it is at a glance, gift.

A sentence was written on the other sheet, and Lin Zhaoyun picked it up.

———I want to go in from the back.Do you like the gift?

[Okay, I know what this photo is. 】

[Damn, I want to see the content of the photo even more! VIP can't do it, so what about my vippp! 】

【Whose pants are gone?Oh it's me, that's fine. 】

Trembling, Lin Zhaoyun put away the photo and hid it in the pocket of his change of clothes, his face pale.

Someone is after him.

Who would have taken the photo? If there is no gap in the window, it could only be done by someone in the ward, but when I went to take a shower that day, there was no one else in the ward.

After taking a bath in a daze, he found that his underwear had still been changed.

Dinner was pasta and rolls, which was ample.

Lin Zhaoyun didn't eat much, frowning in order not to waste food, he stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, and he swallowed it with difficulty.

After the meal, when the food delivery guard came to collect the things, he also took away the dirty clothes and left a basket of clean clothes.

He was the last one to finish eating, put the plate at the door, and took back his clothes. Lin Zhaoyun found pure white women's underwear inside.

Lin Zhaoyun hurried back to the door, looking out from the iron railing at the guard who had just left.

It was the guard who sent him in the first day, Arthur.

886 reminded Lin Zhaoyun that the personal task was about to expire, but in the next second, a system notification sounded [personal task completion: reward: 100 points]

The barrage is full of question marks.

886 also immediately asked: How did you do it?

Lin Zhaoyun drooped the corners of his mouth, looking very embarrassed: I had sent a change of clothes from the observation meeting before, so I stole one.

With the skill [hand speed of being single for 20 years], neither Danmaku nor 886 noticed that he had stolen a pair of men's underwear.

[My precious cowhide! 】

[Family, don't you rush to such a beautiful and clever little cutie? 】

[Rush, rush, Niuzi is going to lose weight. 】

【Haha, I remember who bet the points, get ready soon. 】

[You look so pretty when you lose the bet! 】

If Lin Zhaoyun has one more underwear, some people will lose one.

Sigmund knocked on the iron door vigorously and asked the guards to patch him up again.

Lin Zhaoyun crawled into the bed with a guilty conscience, squirming in the bed with extreme nervousness, and changed into the stolen underwear, the tip of his nose was covered with fine sweat.

The slippery touch that made him uncomfortable finally disappeared.

The day passed like this, Lin Zhaoyun had no idea that he had won a large amount of bonus points, and the group of people who liked to criticize him also left cursing.

Because of the photos, I was particularly uneasy when I went to sleep at night, and woke up from nightmares twice in one night.

886 comforted him: 【I'm here, you go to sleep, tomorrow may be very hard. 】

Only then did Lin Zhaoyun relax and fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next morning, while letting the wind out, Lin Zhaoyun heard the news that someone had died.

"Who died?"

"The new one, thin and white, seems to be called Joey."

Lin Zhaoyun was shocked, and just about to take a step forward to continue inquiring, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled back, "I found you, what are you running around, follow me."

"Go, where?"

Anthony raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, showing his thick white teeth, "Just follow me."

Lin Zhaoyun felt bad, "I'm not going... I'm going back, and it's time for a briefing."

"Today is a special time."

The other party didn't give him any chance, just put his arms around his waist and led him forward.

They were taken to a not-so-big auditorium. There was a circle in the center of the auditorium, and the circle around it was already full of people, all of whom were patients in hospital gowns.

Lin Zhaoyun didn't dare to raise his head, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and his whole body was numb.

He keenly felt that this was what Lance said.

A man was extremely excited and shouted loudly: "The welcome party for newcomers has officially begun."