My Patients Fall in Love with Me

Pei Lu knew that he was dreaming again.

In the dream, it was still as white as a cotton ball. Pei Lu slumped weakly in the cotton ball, listening to the low male voice getting closer...

"Pei Lu..."

The man's voice was soft and tender, and Pei Lu responded to him as if he was bewitched, "Mu..."

The man's voice was filled with a smile, and it almost sounded in Pei Lu's ear, he said, "I miss you so much..."

"I miss you too……"

Pei Lu stared blankly at the void, his heavy brain had stopped working, he forced his eyes wide open, trying to stay awake, a void was reflected in his dark pupils...

"Liar..." The man smiled and dropped a kiss on his forehead, his cold lips/lips slid down from his forehead, and finally pressed against Pei Lu's plump lips, and murmured in a low male voice: "You don't remember me... …”

Pei Lu stiffly felt this unfamiliar and familiar touch, tears gathered in his eyes, and he was about to fall. He shook his head weakly, wanting to say "I don't", but his blank brain couldn't even remember the man's name...

He closed his eyes, tears wet his eyelashes and ran down his cheeks, "I'll remember."

The cold lips covered his eyes again, and cherished the salty tears, "Don't cry..."

Pei Lu is actually a bit of a squeamish person in essence, but the older he gets, the thinner his skin becomes, and the more restraint he has on his emotions. Outside, he has always been an occasional casual, but most of the time he is a reliable and gentle young man.

Only when facing a man can Pei Lu show his inner fragility. It's okay if the man doesn't coax him. As soon as he opens his mouth, Pei Lu silently sheds more turbulent tears. Said: "I'm sorry..."

The man sighed, and then Pei Lu fell into a solid embrace.

Pei Lu felt a little humiliated intellectually, but emotionally he had a long-lost dependence on the man's arms. He rubbed his face in attachment and buried his face in the man's arms silently, feeling the security of being surrounded.

The man raised his face forcefully and kissed down his wet eyelashes. Pei Lu closed his eyes and obeyed him, like a lamb who willingly sacrificed himself.

Everything happened logically... Pei Lu was undulating in the soft cotton ball, and the extreme sensory experience made him almost turn into a breeze and melted into the enthusiasm of the man.

...the two of them reached the top at the same time, Pei Lu opened his hazy eyes, trying to see the man's masked face, but the man chuckled and avoided his hand, burying his face in the crevice of his neck, "No. You can see..."

A burst of disappointment surged in Pei Lu's heart, "Then what's your name? I...I only remember one word." He was a little embarrassed when he said this. It was obvious that the two of them had just had a great time, but he didn't even have a man's name. all forgotten.

"Can't say," the man bit his earlobe, his voice muffled, "you have to remember it yourself."

"Oh."

Pei Lu replied dully, but he didn't give up his initial plan. He deliberately said coquettishly, "Then kiss me again."

"Like me kissing you?" The man smiled wickedly, "Close your eyes."

"Yeah." Pei Lu replied softly, his cheeks flushed crimson, and he closed his eyes obediently.

"It's so cute..." The man kissed his lips cherishly, and tossed and grinded, making a tsk tsk sound between his lips and teeth.

Pei Lu pinched his palm secretly, widened his eyes suddenly, and met the man's quiet eyes——

"Liar..." The man sighed.

Pei Lu's eyes were round and round, and the face with a tough outline and a stubble chin was clearly—

It was clearly Zhao Mu.

Pei Lu was so frightened that he sat up.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Mu was taken aback by his sudden movement, and he touched his flushed cheek worriedly, "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Pei Lu glared at him with wet and watery eyes without any imposing manner. Zhao Mu's heart swayed when he looked at it, and the thoughts that had been suppressed in his mind for a long time came up again.

The yellow waste in his stomach was rolling and rushing, but Zhao Mu's surface was very pure. He smiled and pinched Pei Lu's cheek, "What are you staring at me for? Did I bully you in a dream?"

He didn't say it was okay. When he said that Pei Lu couldn't help but recall the joy in his dream, he put Zhao Mu's handsome and compelling face in... It seemed that there was no obstacle. Pei Lu was ashamed of his own thoughts. The body trembled uncontrollably, and once again recalled the joyous taste of ecstasy in the dream.

Small goose bumps climbed up his arms along his back, he shook his head, jumped up and rushed into the bathroom...

Zhao Mu could only see his red, **** earlobes.

Pei Lu locked the door and poured cold water on his flushed and hot face. The feeling in the dream was too real. He looked at himself in the mirror with drops of water on his face, trying to convince himself that it was just a long-awaited spring. A dream, but the bouncing heart told him that it must not be just a dream.

He must have forgotten something.

Pei Lu subconsciously wanted to ask 666, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered the responsibility of AI, 666 neither said nor could.

He can only find the truth on his own.

Pei Lu patted his face and tried his best to shake off the water droplets. He didn't know if it was the influence of his dream. Those eyes were wet and hooked like spring water. Pei Lu himself was a little blind. .

When he thought about facing Zhao Mu's face as soon as he went out, he felt so embarrassed that smoke would rise above his head.

Better to die.

Zhao Mu waited outside for almost an hour, and Pei Lu locked himself in the bathroom. Thinking of the wound on Pei Lu's back, Zhao Mu relaxed and solemn. He walked to the door and knocked on it, "Tangtang?"

"How are you?"

Pei Lu, who was blushing and looked very unruly: "..."

He splashed a handful of water on his face again, patted it hard, and opened the door with a guilty conscience after feeling less red.

He clawed at the door frame and huddled behind the door, only showing his head, "No, it's alright."

Zhao Mu looked at his blushing face suspiciously, his face turned so red, why is he still alright?

He frowned, forcefully pulled out Pei Lu, who had shrunk into a shrimp, and pressed his forehead against him, "Why is it all right? Your face is so red, do you have a fever?"

Pei Lu's was not as strong as him, and he didn't dare to struggle too hard. He was half-pushed and pulled out by him. When Zhao Mu was close to him, his neck was red.

Zhao Mu, who doesn't know the truth: "..."

He picked up Pei Lu, hugged him to the side of the bed, and easily turned the writhing Pei Lu over and took off his shirt neatly. For a more serious guess, he avoided it as if he didn't think about it.

"You let me go."

Pei Lu twisted around on his leg, and Zhao Mu, who was not in a good mood, patted his **** and said sternly, "Don't move, I'll see if the wound is inflamed."

The noisy Pei Lu suddenly quieted down. Zhao Mu's light tap made him feel ashamed and happy. The place where he was beaten seemed to have been electrocuted, and he raised his head tremblingly.

Pei Lu: "..."

Noticing the change in his body, he arched his body in embarrassment to prevent Zhao Mu from discovering his change. He crawled forward with both hands and feet, but said critically, "I want to lie on the bed, your legs are too diaphragmatic and uncomfortable. "

Zhao Mu's mind was all on his wound, and he didn't notice that something was wrong with him. He heard the words and moved, so that he could lie on the bed more comfortably. Dare to say more, lest I accidentally expose my abnormality.

What a ghost, Pei Lu angrily bit the horn of the quilt and had a dream. When he woke up, he felt numb when he touched it... Zhao Mu's hand was still on the wound, and he was carefully giving iodine to the wound. He wiped the wound.

The cold liquid suddenly touched the wound, and with a "hiss", Pei Lu clenched the quilt in his mouth in pain.

Lu Haohao, who had just raised his head, slumped down sullenly.

After Zhao Mu gave him the medicine, he blew in distress and comforted him with a warm voice, "The pain will be relieved after lying down for a while, and the wound will heal soon."

Pei Lu sighed "um", but he knew in his heart that a wound left by an ordinary zombie was deadly enough. He was left by a mutant zombie, and there was almost no possibility that he would be safe.

But Zhao Mu avoided talking about it, and he also pretended to be heartless.

Hey……

Pei Lu asked 666 secretly, "How many tasks have you completed?"

666 was not in a high mood, so he didn't even choke at him, and said, "Fifty-five percent."

Pei Lu was shocked, "Why is this so?" He hesitated before waiting for 666 to answer: "I guess I'll be staying here for a while, and it seems that this mission will not be completed."

666 saw that he was really pitiful, and couldn't help comforting him, "It's okay, if you fail, you will fail. Who doesn't have a black history?"

"..."

Pei Lu rolled his eyes in frustration and didn't answer his words.

I just didn't want to fail, and followed the original world line. In the end, Zhao Mu became the Zombie King. His force was amazing. He took the zombie army and destroyed most of the human beings.

Pei Lu shook his head and shook off the picture in his mind. He didn't want Zhao Mu to become like that, even if everything here was not real.

...

Just when he was in a daze, Xu Xiaoyu knocked on their door with several fully armed ability users.