[Wen Hao] I worked hard to restore the health of the protagonist group

No one knew how much time had passed. Jie Shuyi had fainted from the pain countless times. When he regained consciousness again, his eyes were hazy and he couldn't open them, but he could still see someone in front of him.

"Who?"

His voice was hoarse, and if No. 57 hadn't been paying attention to him, he would probably not have heard these words.

"Hey, wake up."

No. 57 half-knelt down, waved at Jie Shuyi with a smile, looked at his unfocused eyes, and sighed in frustration.

"Aren't you a healing psychic? Why are you recovering so slowly?"

Jie Shuyi closed his eyes with great effort, and then opened them with force. Things in front of him gradually became clearer. He weakly propped himself up and found that he was not tied back to the bed.

He saw what No. 57 was holding, and curled his lips sarcastically, "I didn't know you had this habit."

No. 57 pointed at himself, then realized what Xie Shuyi meant, tilted his head and smiled, "No, this is for you to wear."

He held the red skirt in his hand, and even ignored Jie Shuyi's disgusted look, and put it on the boy's body and compared it, "Look. Isn't this just right?"

Xie Shuyi was so angry that he laughed, "How childish! Can you use some other methods? What about the torture from yesterday? Continue."

No. 57 raised his eyebrows. He expected that Jie Shuyi didn't care about wearing a skirt. What made him curious was what Jie Shuyi had just said.

yesterday?

That’s right, in the white house where time passed unaware of the time, for Xie Shuyi, a day probably passed after a good night’s sleep.

Only half an hour had passed.

No. 57 curled his lips and said, "Don't you like red? But I think red suits you better."

Xie Shuyi yawned lazily, his stomach growling at this moment. He pursed his lips and looked up at No. 57, "A small piece of cake, everything is easy to talk about."

Ten minutes later, No. 57 looked at his brother in front of him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The boy had a thin waist, so the lady's skirt looked natural on him. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, and his sharp eyes were hidden under his hair, leaving only his fair skin and rosy lips.

If you don't look closely, you really can't tell the true gender.

He stood barefoot on the snow-white floor. In the white room, the touch of red made him look extremely tempting, like an invitation from the devil, a rose in bud waiting to bloom.

"It's so beautiful." My brother.

"Your legs are so white." I really want to touch them.

After a brief moment of daze, No. 57 quickly put away the perverted smile on his face and looked behind the surveillance camera in the room. Sebastian was still observing everything.

He could only control his emotions and then say humiliating words according to the script.

"With such long hair...what's the difference between you and a woman?"

Xie Shuyi sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, not caring at all about his skirt being exposed. Listening to No. 57's sarcastic remarks, he didn't even want to respond.

"Yes, yes, you are right." He didn't even raise his head.

He ate the cake in his hand. If it wasn't inappropriate, he would have complained. The taste of this cake is not good. It is completely different from the one made by the store manager.

Although his performance did not satisfy No. 57, it was even less likely to satisfy Sebastian behind the camera.

No. 57 stood up and walked forward. He grabbed Jie Shuyi's hair. Their noses were so close that they could even feel each other's breathing.

Jie Shuyi looked at him coldly. No. 57 chuckled, then turned his head and licked Jie Shuyi's cheek with the tip of his tongue. He smiled morbidly.

"Aren't you angry?"

Xie Shuyi looked at him silently. He had to say that to some extent, No. 57 was really not as disgusting as Sebastian.

At least for now.

His poor acting skills really made Jie Shuyi not want to cooperate at all.

"Your mouth stinks."

He slapped No. 57's face and said, "Wait until I finish eating, then I'll play house with you."

No. 57 stood up in embarrassment, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and hid the love in his eyes.

The scene is over, and it's time to leave.

Pretending to flee in panic, No. 57 quickly ran out of the room.

And from beginning to end, Xie Shuyi didn't even look at him.

After finishing the cake in his hand, Xie Shuyi suddenly felt a little regretful.

If I had known, I would have asked for something else.

A piece of cake is really delicious and can't fill you up.

The door of the room was pushed open again. Xie Shuyi didn't look up, but just sighed, "There are so many guests recently."

After adjusting his mood, he raised his head and waved with a smile, but the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"Dazai...Mr.?"

Xie Shuyi was stunned for a moment, then he reacted suddenly and pulled the quilt on the bed, trying to hide his humiliating state.

He forced a smile, but couldn't suppress his excitement, "Mr. Dazai! You came to save me!"

Dazai Osamu seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle. There were blood stains on his off-white windbreaker and his forehead was covered with sweat.

He quickly ran to the bed and hugged Shuyi.

"Sorry, I am late."

Xie Shuyi got out of the bed and hugged Mr. Dazai back, "How could that be? I've always been fine."

Even if I can pretend it doesn't matter, I am still a 19-year-old boy after all. The moment I see my elders at home again, I can't help but feel emotional and sad.

He held back the tears in his eyes, not wanting to show the grievance and discomfort in his heart.

Xie Shuyi sniffed and looked at Mr. Dazai excitedly, but found that the latter's eyes seemed to fall on him.

Xie Shuyi pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly and was about to say something to quickly change the subject, but Dazai Osamu spoke first.

"This skirt... suits you quite well."

The smile on Xie Shuyi's face froze, "What?"

Dazai Osamu raised his eyes, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and his bandaged wrist suddenly reached under Jie Shuyi's skirt.

Jie Shuyi was so stunned that he forgot to even struggle. He looked at Mr. Dazai's hand in disbelief.

Until the world was spinning, he lay flat on the bed with messy hair. Looking at Mr. Dazai approaching him, Xie Shuyi opened his mouth but could not make a sound.

The smile on her face was uglier than crying, "Mr. Dazai, what are you doing?"

Dazai smiled, "Sure enough, this look suits you best."

He placed his hand on Jie Shuyi's waist and looked up in anticipation to see what kind of scenery he would see.

Will you cry out of sadness, or will your eyes turn red with grievance?

He imagined it excitedly.

But when he raised his head, he found that the young man was not looking at him at all.

Xie Shuyi concealed the disappointment in his heart, looked up at the snow-white ceiling, and pouted his lips in annoyance.

I know clearly that all this is fake, but I still held a glimmer of hope just now.

I knew it, Mr. Dazai should be concentrating on dealing with the group right now, so how could he have the time to take care of himself?

Xie Shuyi stroked the cheek of "Mr. Dazai" with a cold look in his eyes, "You really shouldn't use Mr. Dazai's face to do these things."

A trace of panic flashed across Dazai Osamu's eyes, and then he continued to maintain the smile on his face, "Xiao Yi-chan, what are you talking about?"

Xie Shuyi chuckled, then stretched out his arms and wrapped them around the neck of "Mr. Dazai". He spoke in a lingering voice, "Mr. Dazai~"