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Meng Fan entered the intimate big brother mode: "Don't think about messy things, calm down, or go take a hot bath and drink a cup of hot milk."

"Those are useless." With a faint sound, the door of Meng Fan's bedroom opened, and Yan Yi's body blocked the light coming in from the door, forming a silhouette against the light. Li's voice merged into one, "I want you to talk to me."

Meng Fan's heart beat twice, hung up the phone and looked at Yan Yidao: "I'm off work."

Agree to work eight hours a day!

As soon as Yan walked in, she closed the door behind her back, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness: "But as you said, I can always come to you if I have any questions."

Meng Fan rolled his huge eyes in the dark, and then said in a gentle and patient tone: "Yes, then please turn on the light, and let me hypnotize you?"

When Meng Fan invaded the spiritual world, he had to look into the opponent's eyes, and if he couldn't see the eyes clearly, he couldn't get in.

Therefore, the saying that the eyes are the windows of the soul is completely true.

Yan Yi's shoulders trembled with a smile: "Doctor Meng, your expression and tone don't match."

Meng Fan fell into an embarrassing silence: ... Damn it's so dark that I can still see Lao Tzu rolling his eyes, are you an owl?

"Cough, you go and turn on the light, I have a way to make you fall asleep." Meng Fan forcibly changed the subject.

"I don't want to sleep." Yan Yi walked to the edge of the bed and sat down talking to himself, with one hand propped beside Meng Fan, the scent of men's shower gel on his body touched Meng Fan's fragile nerves.

"Then what do you want...to do?" Meng Fan cautiously changed a word, avoiding this flirtatious maniac to use the stalk of "fuck you" by the way, and then quietly wrapped himself in a quilt A silkworm chrysalis, very safe.

Yan Yi leaned forward, vainly pressing on top of Meng Fan, enveloping him in her arms, with a seductive tone, dragging a seductive long voice: "I want to make love with you. "

"Fuck?" Meng Fan felt that something was wrong, wrapped the quilt tighter, and asked, "Are you still Yan Yi?"

The other party shook his head and said frivolously: "I am Yan Er, you can also call me husband affectionately."

Meng Fan: ...Got it, that pervert.

"Don't mess around." Meng Fan shrank back, but he wasn't too nervous, because he estimated that the other party's personality would switch again soon, and even if he really wanted to do something, he wouldn't even have time to take off his clothes. Thinking about it is also very painful.

"Who wants to mess with you." In the darkness, Yan Er suddenly sneered, his aura changed suddenly, he got off the bed, and sarcastically said, "You're so ugly to me again, you really linger."

"Yan San?" Meng Fan was so angry that he hammered the bed, "Why is it you again!" You can easily be beaten with such a high frequency of appearances!

Yan San sneered: "I still want to ask you, hehe, forget it, I'll go see the male god to wash his eyes."

Meng Fan was shocked in an instant: This guy actually has a male god?

"Looking at you again, I'm going to be soft." Yan San complained angrily and walked out of the room, implying that he is now hard.

Driven by curiosity, Meng Fan restrained the desire to fight Yan San, and quietly followed behind.

The villa is big and empty, the wall lamps emit a dim light, reflecting the blurred oil paintings on the wall, the atmosphere is very similar to a horror movie, walking, Yan San came to the end of the corridor and stopped.

On the wall in front of him hangs a self-portrait of Picasso.

"It's so beautiful." Yan San's voice trembled slightly, full of passion, and his slender fingers caressed the face of the self-portrait, "No matter how many times I have seen it, I will always be shocked by your beauty, my male god..."

Meng Fan's mood was extremely entangled: Fuck, this alien-like aesthetic, no wonder I think I'm ugly!

"Yeah..." Yan San raised his head slightly, a sexy and seductive groan came out of his throat, and the two straight and well-proportioned long legs under the high-raised nightgown were slightly spread apart, moving quickly along with the whole body. shaking.

Meng Fan looked terrified: Damn, this man is sick, masturbate at Picasso!

At this moment, Dr. Meng almost wished to split into 23 personalities to accompany him in panic, because a face of panic was obviously not enough!

However, Yan San, who was completely intoxicated by desire, didn't notice the movement behind him at all, and had a great time playing, and his deep and pleasant moans spread to Meng Fan's ears one after another. Behind the art vase, Yan San's voice made her blush and heart beat.He was hesitant to get the main character out now, but the problem is that if the main character suddenly appeared in this scene, Meng Fan felt that he couldn't explain it even if he had a hundred mouths, so he decided to wait quietly behind the vase. People are done...

However, Meng Fan obviously underestimated the durability of Yan Yi's body.

Three minutes later, Yan San, who was congratulating himself on Picasso, suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar: "Damn sick!!!"

Meng Fan nodded frantically behind the vase: Aren't you just sick?

This person, who didn't know it was Yan Ji, looked very irritable. After scolding, he still couldn't let go of his anger. He dragged Picasso's self-portrait off the wall and threw it on the ground. Being broken, Picasso's face was twisted even more.This person who didn't know who Yanji was was not enough to finish Yansan's male god, so he took another painting hanging next to him and slapped it on the wall again, the frame of the painting broke with a sound, leaving debris all over the floor.

"Damn it! Fuck it! Go to hell! Go to me!" This obviously manic personality quickly kicked over the two small display tables, crushing the art ornaments on them to pieces, and then crimson With a pair of eyes and a ferocious face, he walked towards the big vase where Meng Fan was hiding.

Startled, Meng Fan jumped out from behind the vase in a hurry, entered the other party's spiritual world without saying a word, quickly strengthened his personality, and then backed out.

Yan Yi, who had just been strengthened, was stunned for a while, then gently placed the big vase on the ground, glanced at the mess on the ground, thought for a moment, and asked, "Did Yan 24 come out?"

"...that personality seems to be manic." Meng Fan said.

Speaking of this, Meng Fan suddenly found a problem.

Although he is a fake psychiatrist, he has never read professional books, and has never been in contact with patients with split personalities other than Yan Yi, but even if it is ideal according to the Tao, patients with split personality should not have abnormal personalities. It is said that most of the split personalities should be ordinary people with different identities and personalities, but the few personalities that Yan Yi has appeared so far are very strange, and Yan Er is an out-and-out erotic maniac, Yan Three are arrogant and poisonous tongues with strange aesthetics, Yan Qi is a transvestite, Yan 24 is manic... In fact, thinking about it carefully, the only normal person seems to be Yan Yi.

"Yan 24's temper is very irritable, and he will go crazy when he is stimulated by a little thing." Yan Yi sighed softly, "Fortunately, he appears the least number of times."

"I don't think it's right..." Meng Fan lowered his head and pondered along the train of thought just now.

"It's not right." Yan Yi pointed to the small tent under him, showing a bewildered smile.