transient stability

Lin Qiu opened the curtains and looked downstairs.

"Why don't you like sunbathing?"

The windows of the ward were specially made and could only be opened a crack, and it was difficult for me to get out with just one hand.

"Yes, I don't like drying in the room."

I looked at the short pathetic curtain and wondered if someone had ever ripped it off?

"Doctor, can you let me go out for a sun?"

Lin Qiu turned his head, and the sun shone on the purple hair, turning it into light purple.

"I think your spirit is quite stable. If you don't feel any discomfort today, you will be transferred to the general ward tomorrow morning."

What does it mean?Means I can't go out to sunbathe yet?

"Doctor." I suddenly got up and rushed to him, reaching out and pinning him against the window.

Lin Qiu didn't seem to be afraid of me, just a little surprised.

I was the one who scared off the two nurses, how could he not be afraid of me?

I pursed my lips and smiled, as evil as I wanted.This is how the banhua in the class described me, and I have laughed countless times in the mirror.

"Anything else?" Lin Qiu smiled back and turned his head slightly.

I instantly felt that I was a cannon fodder and he was a boss.

How could this be? !

In the next step, he will pinch my chin and curse in a cold and magnetic voice, little bitch.

Bah, the romantic romance in my mind was scattered all over the floor like confetti, and his eyes were full of them.

I think this wall-dong posture is good, but it can't last for 30 seconds.

Lin Qiu's hand came over and pressed my face.

I closed my eyes, my whole body was exhausted, and his hands were so beautiful, the interlocking fingers I imagined turned into slapping my face.

"It's getting sick again? Can it be controlled?"

Lin Qiu patted my face lightly, I bit my lower lip, and looked at his lips again.

"I told you I'm not sick." I was full of grievances, trying to trick him into being gentle with me.

"Take a deep breath."

I took a breath and spat it in his face.

"Qin Shi'an, I don't think what you have is bipolar disorder."

"What's that?" I wondered what diagnosis he would make.

"You're delusional."

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