Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

The rooms are decorated in the same way, but the decoration of room 520 has obviously been patiently adjusted by the owner, and the overall temperament is quite different.

If you really want to say it, there is a sense of wild and unruly growth.

The fine silk under her curtains was braided into three strands, tied into a bow, and hidden by the iron table, only a few of her feet were visible. The quilt on the bed was also neatly folded, but not the square folding style of the hospital, which was comparable to military training.

A corner of the tablecloth was torn off and draped over the head of the bed, forming a single striped decoration.

The room was not very clean, and the coat was casually draped over the back of the chair, but this kind of comfortable mess was the breath of life.

She looked around and then returned her gaze to the critically ill patient.

Her face had regained its composure, as if her previous loss of composure was just an illusion, but her slightly red nose and rapid breathing still betrayed her nervousness.

"You can call me Xiaomei."

Xiaomei's skin was the cool white of porcelain, with a hint of gray at night, the sickly color of years without sun exposure. Her brown eyes flickered as she took in Shen Jin's face and introduced herself.

"Xiaomei."

Shen Jin smiled and stretched out his hand.

Xiaomei looked at her raised right hand, confused at first, then she remembered something, suddenly hit her head, and suddenly smiled.

"I forgot all about it!"

"It's a handshake!"

She raised her hands and wrapped Shen Jin's right hand tightly.

Shen Jin was half a head taller than Xiaomei, so he could easily detect all the changes in her expression. At this moment, the two hands holding her were shaking.

It was the uncontrollable trembling caused by hormone secretion. Xiaomei, was her adrenaline rushing just because of a handshake?

Shen Jin did not think that he had such a strong influence, so the "handshake" action could only have a special meaning.

but……

Xiaomei knew that it was a gesture of friendship and was a perfectly normal action.

"Can I ask your name, which Shen Jin?"

Finally, Xiaomei regained her composure, softened her voice, and pulled Shen Jin to the desk by the window.

Only then did Shen Jin notice that at the junction of the iron table and the windowsill, a small horizontal strip was chiseled out of the wall, and a space big enough to store a pen was dug out inside the wall.

But the iron table here is welded to the ground! How did she carve out this hole?

I saw Xiaomei squatting down and hiding under the table.

Her right hand continued to move upwards, like a clay figurine, until her fingertips became paper-thin. Her entire being was straining, her paper-thin fingertips wrapped around a pencil and an eraser, placing them solemnly on the table.

Shen Jin held her wrist, which was still white and without any scratches.

"What's wrong? You want to hold my hand?"

……

It would be abnormal if it wasn't strange.

Shen Jin didn't let go. She pretended to be calm and said, "I saw that you looked expectant, so I wanted to help you write the name."

"Is it really possible!"

Xiaomei's pale cheeks flushed, and now not only her hands were shaking, but her whole body was trembling, as if she was about to turn into a paper man and fall to the ground.

Shen Jin was really worried.

"Okay, you sit here and I'll help you write."

Xiaomei's pen-holding posture was extremely stiff, more like she was blindly imitating something when she was a child.

She can't write.

So the carefully sharpened tip of the pencil was broken by her when it touched the iron surface.

Xiaomei was so frightened that she almost took off from the spot. But Shen Jin stood behind her, bent over, and held her shoulders.

"fine."

……

Xiaomei hesitated for a long time and then backed off: "What a waste! This is the only pen I have."

"It's okay, I'll get you a new one, don't be nervous."

Shen Jin's words always have a special magic, even Xiaomei, who just met him for the first time, is particularly convinced.

Xiaomei sat upright on the iron stool, her back very straight, her eyes fixed on the tip of the pen.

Black charcoal marks appeared on the silvery-white iron surface.

"What a nice view."

She stroked the handwriting, her eyes revealing obsession. Shen Jin had already picked up the eraser and erased her name, leaving only a black line lingering and winding across the table.

"your name?"

"Xiaomei."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Just like my name is Shen Jin, but some people call me Xiao Shen, and some people call me A Jin. This is based on the name I use."

Shen Jin was still very patient. She still stood behind Xiaomei, bending over.

"What's your full name?"

……

Xiaomei fell silent.

She seemed to be thinking, but her expression was completely blank and helpless.

Her mental state was not very good. Her name was a trigger point for her. When Shen Jin asked her this question, she obviously fell into a frenzy.

And Shen Jin just looked at her quietly.

Watching her go crazy to the point where her facial features were distorted, her body stretched and swollen, as if she was being kneaded into a clay figure, watching her gradually lose the appearance of a normal human being.

Forget it, why bother with a monster.

Shen Jin rarely reflected on himself. He was just about to appease Xiaomei and, as an apology, teach her to write a few more characters: xiao and mei.

Then I saw a red light flashing between her eyebrows.

The light came quickly and left even faster. But Shen Jin still sensed the fluctuations of Ling Luo Sword from the red light.

After the red light disappeared, it was nowhere to be found, and Xiaomei returned to her normal human form.

She said frankly: "I forgot."

"I just remember someone calling me that."

"She said, I am the plum blossom in winter."

Shen Jin wasn't going to continue testing her. After all, watching her twisted into that state must have been exhausting. It was only her first day in the dungeon, and to have made such a discovery was already quite impressive.

"Then let me teach you how to write plum blossoms."

Shen Jin bent down again and held the back of Xiaomei's hand. She could clearly feel the cold, porcelain-like touch.

Shen Jin carefully guided her and wrote the word "plum" stroke by stroke.