Can't stop the medicine

Gently rubbing the wet long black hair underneath with a dry towel, Ren Xiaoyao patted Qingyue on the shoulder: "Don't sleep, wait until the hair is dry before going to sleep, or you will get sick again."

She raised her hand to cover her mouth and yawned restrainedly, Qingyue lazily leaned her head back on Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder: "Tired..."

Turning around and hanging himself on Ren Xiaoyao's body, rubbing his cheek against the other's shoulder, Qingyue's cool breath caressed Ren Xiaoyao's collarbone: "I'm still very tired..."

The half-dry long hair, which was still damp, poured down the slender neck to the sharp shoulder blades, and the thin silk pajamas were quickly soaked and stuck to Qingyue's back, depicting a thin but powerful line.

Throwing the soaked towel on the coffee table casually, Ren Xiaoyao picked up the dry towel prepared earlier and continued to help Qingyue wipe her hair: "Your internal strength still hasn't recovered?"

"It's useless." In just two words, no emotion can be heard.

After a while, Qingyue, who buried her cheek on Ren Xiaoyao's shoulder, added lightly: "It's useless anyway, it's okay."

Looking at the silk pajamas outlining Qingyue's protruding shoulder blades, Ren Xiaoyao thought of how he looked when he just picked up Qingyue back.

At that time, Ren Xiaoyao came home from get off work, put away the keys and opened the door.What appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao was not the spacious living room he was familiar with, but a peach blossom forest full of falling flowers.

Ren Xiaoyao was also taken aback, and subconsciously stepped back to look at the house number.But the place where he stepped back was no longer the non-slip tiles of the corridor, and the grass under his feet was as thick and soft as a high-grade wool carpet reminding Ren Xiaoyao that he was no longer in the world of reinforced concrete.

There are scorching peach blossoms behind, and colorful fallen flowers in front of him. The endless peach blossom powder and green grass are so fresh that Ren Xiaoyao has forgotten the restlessness and hesitation when he first crossed.

Putting his hands into the pockets of his trousers and loosening his tie, Ren Xiaoyao began to look for a way out.

Ren Xiaoyao couldn't remember how long he had been walking aimlessly, and the almost identical scenery around him made him wonder if he had been circling around until he found Qingyue lying on his back on the grass.

Qingyue, who was dressed in a wide-sleeved red dress, curled up under the peach tree, three thousand crow feathers and blue silk spread all over the ground, and light pink petals fluttered down on him, burying half of his body.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Ren Xiaoyao still couldn't hold back and moved closer.

When there is no one else in the whole world as far as the eye can see, even finding a human inflatable/inflatable/doll is enough to comfort the lonely heart.

When Ren Xiaoyao checked, he found that Qingyue was dead, and it was still very thorough.

Dilated pupils, no breathing, no heartbeat, no body temperature...

If this is not called death, Ren Xiaoyao thinks that the buddies in the mortuary refrigerator can also be pulled out to rescue them.

However, Qingyue's appearance is not like the general teachers, whose face is crushed by the air, and the whole person is out of shape.

Qingyue's lips are still a fresh and delicious light red color, and the delicate skin that others can only imitate with fat and powder is translucent pink [Note 1].He just lay there quietly, like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, waiting for the prince to pass through the thorns and roses and wake up with a bloody kiss.

There are only two people in a peach blossom forest that cannot be walked out, one is alive and the other is dead.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a good sign.

However, this is a good sign, because out of thin air, Ren Xiaoyao's own triple security door appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao.

Unable to restrain himself, Ren Xiaoyao went to the door and inserted the key into the keyhole, 'click', the door opened.

Can't wait to push it away, Ren Xiaoyao saw a colorful peach blossom forest.

Ren Xiaoyao, who only felt that he had been scolded, slammed the door hard with a 'pong' sound, and then the door disappeared like this.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Ren Xiaoyao couldn't help scolding his mother: "Is it fun to play me?!"

A malicious middle finger stood up but he didn't know who to give it to, Ren Xiaoyao finally just shook his hand angrily.

Trapped in the dial, the slender minute hand twisted its slender waist, and slowly crossed two grids like a lady. Ten minutes passed, and the familiar anti-theft door appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao again.

……

Ren Xiaoyao opened and slammed the door again and again, killing three hours, but still got nothing.During this period, Ren Xiaoyao successfully passed the period of questioning, collapse, calm and planning in case he could not go back.

Hope is like a mirage in the desert. Sometimes knowing it is false, you can't help but rush forward without hesitation.Just like Ren Xiaoyao, knowing that the world at the door is probably not the one he wants, but he has to push the door again and again.

Ren Xiaoyao, who didn't even have the desire/desire to get angry, closed the door and sat down on the spot with his knees hugged.

While leaning on his chin and looking around boredly, Ren Xiaoyao inadvertently caught a glimpse of Qingyue who was buried most of his body by Luo Ying.

Half squinting his eyes and staring at Qingyue's red shirt being touched by the breeze for a long while, Ren Xiaoyao frowned and bit his lower lip, feeling that he had grasped something vaguely.

Ten minutes passed silently in the air filled with fallen flowers, Ren Xiaoyao who turned the door again with the key turned around and hugged Qingyue into his arms.

Taking a deep breath, Ren Xiaoyao kicked open the anti-theft door with his toe, nervously grasping Qingyue's crooked hand twice.

This time, what appeared in front of Ren Xiaoyao was a spacious and bright living room.The crystal chandelier hanging on the hardcover canopy was touched by the spring breeze outside the door, making a crisp sound as the petals involved collided.

Looking down at Qingyue, who was leaning against his arms without breath, and then looking up at his warm living room, Ren Xiaoyao entered without hesitation.

Ren Xiaoyao, whose patience had long been exhausted, would rather spend more time disposing of the corpse than continue to be trapped in that damned peach blossom forest.

The first thing Ren Xiaoyao did after he entered the house was to close the door to the other world.

Holding Qingyue and walking around the house, Ren Xiaoyao finally placed him on the valuable pure wool handmade carpet in the living room.

With his hips akimbo, Ren Xiaoyao stared condescendingly at Qingyue who was lying upright.After a while, he let out a sigh and said, "It would be great if it was a simulation doll..."

If it was a simulation doll and gave it to the nympho female colleague in the company, there would be no need for him to have a headache.

Patting the petals scraped between the hair and the folds of the clothes, Ren Xiaoyao decided to take a bath to sober up first.Maybe when he came out of the shower, he found that all this was just a big dream, and the corpse also disappeared?

It took Ren Xiaoyao 15 minutes to take a quick shower, so comfortable that he almost forgot that there was an ancient corpse lying in his living room.

With a dark blue cotton bath towel around his waist, Ren Xiaoyao, who was wiping his hair, went back to the living room with bare feet.The water drops meandered down along the undulating muscles of Ren Xiaoyao's calf, leaving continuous footprints on the solid wood floor.

Ren Xiaoyao, who had wiped his hair half dry, wiped his face with a towel, and when he opened his eyes, he happened to meet Shang Ling's pair of questioning eyes.

The 'corpse' that had been lying on the carpet was half sitting up at this moment, with its arms supporting its limp body, trying to stand up: "Where am I?"

Swallowing dryly, Ren Xiaoyao took a few steps back subconsciously, his fingers gripping the towel tightly.

Ren Xiaoyao wanted to scream like those little girls who were frightened in a haunted house, wanted to swing the desk lamp on the floor and hit the other party fiercely, wanted to spray the blood on the other party's head and face...

It's a pity that the physical actions of people under extreme fear will violate the control instructions of the brain center.The muscles in the larynx are so tense that all the voices are blocked in the throat, as if the mismatched key/key is inserted into the lock and finally stuck, unable to go up or down, how uncomfortable it is.

The two remained in a stalemate for a while, the weak Qingyue still had no strength to stand up, but the calm Ren Xiaoyao managed to regain control of his body.

"I said..." Taking a deep breath, Ren Xiaoyao took a few steps back again, hooking his fingers on the lamppost next to the sofa: "Aren't you dead?"

Looking down at her round and clean fingertips, Qingyue whispered: "I also remember that I died."

"Then you're a fake corpse?" Seeing that Qingyue's consciousness is clear, unlike those zombies who only know how to bite people in movies, Ren Xiaoyao, who was vaccinated by the earlier time traveler, relaxes somewhat.

Raising her hand to cover her chest, and sniffing her breath, Qingyue replied seriously: "I seem to be alive, with a heartbeat and breathing."

Rolling up the wide cuffs, Qingyue stretched out his thin arms to Ren Xiaoyao: "I don't have the strength to move now, you can feel it, I have a pulse."

With the other hand tightly holding onto the desk lamp pole, Ren Xiaoyao bent over and stretched his arms as hard as he could, and his fingers finally touched Qingyue's wrist.

A weak but regular pulse beat under Ren Xiaoyao's fingertips, and the skin of the tentacles was slightly cool, but after touching it for a long time, it felt warm.

Ren Xiaoyao couldn't tell how he felt, happy?unhappy?Qingyue is not who he is, and these emotions seem redundant to him.

Retracting his fingers with a complicated expression, Ren Xiaoyao let go of the desk lamp he was holding tightly.

"My name is Qingyue, where is this?" Pulling down his cuffs, Qingyue's hazel pupils looked into Ren Xiaoyao's eyes.

Pursing his lower lip, Ren Xiaoyao's mind wandered and said: "Ren Xiaoyao, this is my home."

The author has something to say: The next book, "All the Sand Sculptures from All Universes", is very sand sculpture...If you are interested, please accept it, and if you are not interested, I can't press my head.

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Note 1: Quoted from Qian Zhongshu's "Fortress Besieged".Original text: I am born with a good complexion that ordinary women would spend time and money to imitate with creams and powders.