Oops, I forgot to bring the inhibitor [Interstellar]

Yan Xuechi didn't answer the words, but just looked at the row in front of her... hideous, but extremely beautiful objects to a certain extent.

"I'm going back."

Anyway, it's just this time that I didn't believe what I said.

It's better to escape.

"Don't you want to try it?" Lancer saw that although he said back, he didn't stand up from the chair, "If it's not that I can't move for a while, or I won't let these things go into battle."

"..." Yan Xue didn't speak for a long time, but quickly stood up.

However, before taking two steps, his wrist was grabbed by the first step.

The strength is not great, if you want to break free, just twist it with your backhand.

But he didn't do that, he just hung his head firmly, staring at the ground, and he never pulled his wrist out from the clasped five fingers.

This posture was deadlocked for a long time, before Yan Xuechi heard the person behind him speak again, "I took what Mr. Yan said as a joke seriously and made excessive demands. I apologize first."

The other party bowed his head first to admit his mistake, and it was really hard for Yan Xuechi to say anything later.

You can't blame the other party for taking it seriously.

After all, in retrospect, Yan Xuechi himself felt that his tone was quite convincing.Especially in that situation...

"These things are only as gifts, between friends, please accept them, Mr. Yan."

Yan Xuechi didn't think that friends would give this kind of thing, but since the other party gave this step, it would be embarrassing to meet each other in the future if they didn't go down.

"So sit down first, and stay a little longer. I'm lying here alone, I can't go anywhere. It's really boring. At least talk to me." He pushed his son's chair away and motioned him to sit on the bed.

Seeing that the big log refused to move, he tugged him again.

Although the hospital bed was spacious, Lancer didn't have much room for him.

If you want to sit comfortably, two people must have overlapping parts of their bodies.

It could be seen that Yan Xuechi was a little trembling.

Although he was sitting on the edge of the bed, he only leaned as far as possible to the edge, and did not dare to touch it.

"By the way... what happened to your left arm?"

"After the fracture, the healing is dislocated. Just smash it all to make it grow again." Lancer replied calmly, and didn't think there was anything wrong with this matter at all.

After speaking, Lancer saw that he was still sitting on the edge, so he simply hugged him by the waist.

The temperature in the abdomen is higher than elsewhere.

You can feel the warmth even through your clothes.

Lanser deliberately put his face between his waist, and took a deep breath, "Why do you see me so cold this time?"

"How come." "Let go of your hands, it's not good for your injury."

Not indifferent.

Just somewhat nervous.

As for what he was nervous about, it was inconvenient to say clearly.

"Are you dissatisfied with me because I didn't serve you comfortably that day?" Lancer's voice was extremely low when he said this.

Even if there is a third person standing beside him, he will not hear it.

After finishing speaking, Lancer clearly felt the person in his arms tremble a few times.

"So Mr. Yan likes to hear me say such things?"

Naturally, Yan Xuechi couldn't bear it, and made a decisive decision, and knocked him on the head.

I don't know if it was due to his injury or some other reason, but in the end he just flicked it without pain.

Rather than expressing dissatisfaction, it was more like... flirting.

Before the hand left, Lancer pressed his face against it.

"I can provide this kind of service to Mr. Yan at any time. Since it didn't end last time, how about extending it to this time?"

"No need..." Although when she came to visit the doctor, Yan Xuechi had already expected that the situation would turn into this state.

But probably because of the previous reasons.

The impression Lancer left on him has always been that restrained and polite image.

Polite and distant.

Although I don't say that words are like gold, I will never say any meaningless words.

Even when Yan Xuechi was in front of him, she subconsciously became reticent.

Now let Yan Xuechi take the initiative to do this kind of thing... Although the person being served will not feel any discomfort, psychologically, it is still difficult to face such a "serious" person with this attitude.

Although this seriousness is probably a thing of the past.

After refusing, Yan Xuechi only felt that the hand clasped around her waist was not let go, but clasped even tighter, intentionally dragging him into a lying down position.

Immediately afterwards, a furry head protruded from the nape of the neck, and scattered kisses fell on the collarbone through the clothes.

Said it was unnecessary, but when it was true, Yan Xuechi couldn't even say a word "no".

It's even hard to say a word completely.

Skin-to-skin contact... cannot be replaced by cold instruments.

You can lie to others, but you can't always lie to yourself.

Yan Xuechi longed for this feeling.

I just wish I could have a little more.

From the very beginning, she was trembling with fear, but now she has been completely wrapped up in the quilt.

Seen from the outside, the two are just embracing each other, lying on the same bed, and everything looks peaceful.

But how disheveled it is inside, only the two parties know.

"After I saw Mr. Yan's personal belongings last time, I went to check it out." "If you want to control the front end, there is a gentler way, and it's always bad for your health." Lancer's words were subtle, and he was already a step ahead Freeing up his hands, he took out a small object from the box. Although it was long and narrow, it was obviously broken compared to the one I saw at Yan Xuechi's house last time.

"The remote is in my hand. I'll take care of it."

"I—" Yan Xuechi was about to say something when her voice got stuck in her throat.

it hurts.

This kind of pain is not the kind of raw pain when you are injured and bleeding.

It was a very strange pain mixed with other inexplicable feelings.

The ten fingers were on the bandage-covered back, subconsciously grasping tightly.

The wound that had finally healed seemed to be bleeding faintly again.

"If you want to refuse, you can push it away now."

"But the remote control is in my hand, Mr. Yan thinks about it himself."

It was as if she hadn't said anything, and it looked like she was giving Yan Xuechi a choice, but it was actually like a swamp.

Once you come in, you can only sink in step by step, without any room for turning around.

Yan Xuechi wanted to say something, but before she could speak, she saw that Lancer had already pressed the button on the remote control.

pain.

Yan Xuechi gritted her teeth, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead had already wet most of her hair.

"It hurts..." After getting used to it for a while, Yan Xuechi could barely speak.

"Is it only pain?" Lancer's voice didn't have any particularly big ups and downs.

But this sentence is very popular, but combined with the current environment, it has a special meaning, "Mr. Yan, please answer truthfully."

How can Yan Xuechi speak?

For a while, he could only bite his lower lip tightly.

"If you don't want to make a sound, you can bite me."

"...Before you were not—" Before finishing the second half of the sentence, I saw the other party pressing the small control terminal again.

Turn up the gear.

While constantly asking Yan Xuechi various questions, forcing him to answer.

One side did not give him a chance to make a sound at all.

It's not that you can't make a sound, or you are not allowed to speak a complete sentence.

"That's when we didn't know each other well before."

Yan Xuechi would rather go back to the time when she was unfamiliar.

Just when she couldn't get out of the torment, Yan Xuechi walked along the window and saw a tall blond man walking outside.

Wearing glasses, his figure looked a little thin in the cold wind.

Almost instantly, Yan Xuechi realized the other party's identity.

Walking towards this ward.

"There's someone outside."

Lancer's back was turned.

Nature is invisible.

"The window is single-sided, so you can't see the inside." "I locked the door with a remote control after you came in. Unless my vital signs show an emergency, I won't open it easily."

It's just that the voice just fell short.

The knock on the door came as expected.

The short pale blond hair is covered with snow.

Ika shook his head vigorously, trying to get the coldness off his head without touching it with his hands.

Just shaking for a while, the nurses who went back and forth looked at him like a lot of psychopaths, and the snow on his head was not dried.

In the end, Ika realized that this action seemed a little mentally retarded, and continued to look for the house number as if nothing had happened.

After finally escaping the strict guards, he escaped from the palace of Endless Star.

From seeing the news that Ika planned to come when Lancer was sent to the hospital, but in the end, he still didn't come to his brother in time.

When he found the door number, Ika was going to push the door and go in.

But it didn't feel right, so he finally knocked on the door.

No one responded.

Ika thought he was sleeping, so he simply tried to push the door open and sneak in.

The door turned out to be locked.

"Hi, may I ask the patient in this ward... Oh, I'm his brother, and I'm very worried about him. Seeing that the door is locked behind him, I want to ask if you can help to open it?" Yika stopped a passing nurse.

"The lock cannot be opened from the inside, unless the patient's vital signs undergo drastic changes, it will be forcibly opened."

"okay, thank you."

"His friend came here just now, and it hasn't been long since he went in."

"friend?"

"A black-haired man, quite tall." The nurse thought for a while, then said, "I didn't see him coming out."

Ika didn't answer the phone anymore, still smiling kindly.

After seeing the nurse walking away, the smile disappeared without a trace.I put my ears against the crack of the door, and tried my best to listen to the sounds in the room.

There were whispers of conversation.

Can't hear what's being said.

Suddenly, a small gasp entered his ears.

Ika recognized immediately that it was not his brother's voice.Absolutely not.

For a moment, nameless jealousy rose from the bottom of my heart.And there is a growing trend.

Just not ready to continue listening.

The familiar voice came uninvited again,

"Inspector Yan is really... extremely coveted. It's just this level, you can respond to such a performance, tsk tsk tsk..."