Calvin wanted to escape.

He was downstairs, and Vigilli was still by the window on the second floor, which was not a short distance, but Calvin could clearly feel the ecstasy gushing out of Vigilli's body at that moment.

However, it was this turbulent emotion that made Calvin shudder, and it was his unusually strong willpower to control himself from turning around and fleeing into the night—too much to cover up, and too much like some kind of old third-rate romance movie.

So he could only curse himself silently in his heart, standing where he was, waiting for Vicili to come downstairs. He heard very heavy footsteps, and what seemed to be something rolling down the stairs, and it was only a short time before the door of Vicili's house opened in front of Calvin.

The young boy looked at Calvin on the other side of the door with a flushed face, his eyes sparkling and easily reminiscent of a large dog about to get a snack.

Virgilli's lips opened and closed, and his handsome face was filled with stupid smirks, but after a while, he still didn't organize his words, and he didn't say a word. Faced with such an overtly obvious, even too full-bodied ecstasy, Calvin felt embarrassed for the first time.

He shrugged at Virgil.

"Hi. ”

He said.

"Hi. ”

Vigili repeated with a smirk, he didn't seem to know what he was talking about.

Calvin could feel the heaviness piling up in his atrium, and he soon realized that he really wasn't very good at handling a guy like Virgilli...... There is no doubt that he had an admiring affection for Calvin. Calvin thought that he had long been accustomed to the courtship of a man or a woman, but this love of Virgili was so different from the evil and filthy emotions that Calvin had known before. His affection for Calvin is like something from another dimension, the so-called "good" feelings that only appear in books and movies, something that should be put together with chocolate, roses, starry sky, etc.

Calvin had to admit that he regretted a little, he shouldn't have determined Vicilly's true purpose that afternoon in that way - if this guy really had any bad thoughts, Calvin could have dealt with him with ease, a vicious beating or a merciless threat, he had already solved a lot of trouble this way. But Calvin's reaction was completely unexpected, he was indeed a weirdo, but he was also a good man, a good guy with the kind of innocence that Calvin liked.

And Calvin didn't know what to do with a good guy.

"You...... Haven't slept yet?"

During Calvin's trance time, Vigilli seemed to have pieced together some normal consciousness, and of course, his stammering words were still stupid

Calvin sighed.

"Yes, I haven't slept yet, so you want to invite me in?"

He said, trying to ignore the weirdness that welled up in his heart.

"Oh my god......" Vigilli was in a trance, and after coming back to his senses, he almost fell to the ground, "of course, I mean of course you can make this your own home-"

"Thank you. ”

Calvin quickly interrupted Vicky before he could finish his sentence, and after seeing Vicili's appearance, he genuinely began to worry about whether the other party would have a cerebral hemorrhage. Calvin then tried to remain casual and walked through the beautiful beech door.

He expertly found his place on that couch in the living room. Vigili stared at Calvin blankly, not knowing why his face suddenly turned red, but when he noticed the wound on Calvin's face, he immediately fell into anxiety.

"Your face, God, your mouth!"

Calvin blinked, reached out and touched his face, then let out a muffled grunt.

"Damn. He muttered. Isaac apparently didn't have any spare power when he punched him, "Don't shout, it's just a little bit wrong." ”

Calvin explained to a frightened Vicili, but the other man looked even more worried.

"Someone hurt you—"

"It's just a spuff, after all, I scared that guy a little bit. Calvin said with amusement that he didn't really want to recall the recent confrontation with Isach, "but if you will...... Give me a pack of ice cubes and it will be enough for this. ”

Calvin probed his face with the back of his hand, not feeling it before being reminded, but after being yelled at by Virgili in such a fuss, the burning pain from his cheek became a little too much to ignore.

Virgili quickly retrieved the emergency kit from the kitchen, and this time he ignored Calvin's plea to "just give me a pack of ice." Calvin frowned as he pulled out a large pile of seemingly unknown objects from the box.

There Vigili hunched his back and paused for a few minutes, as if reviewing his stock of medical supplies. Calvin was suspicious that Vickyli was trying to perform an operation on himself here.

"Calm down, it's just a small wound. ”

He said stiffly to Vickyli.

But this time, it was a completely unfamiliar voice that responded to him, one with a thick British accent: "I prefer to call it a facial soft tissue contusion." ”

"What?"

Calvin's eyes widened, he almost jumped off the couch, and "Virgilly" finally found what he was looking for.

He turned around with a vial of pale blue gel - in the room light, his pupils were like peacock's tail feathers, a beautiful patina.

"You're not Virgilli. ”

Calvin whispered in a defensive manner. After hearing his words, the half-kneeling man smiled.

"I'm Fugg, and I've been in contact with you. Fuge reached out and rubbed the base of his nose, a habitual action often performed by people with glasses.

"Fugg?"

Calvin realized that the name was familiar.

"Wait, you ...... Explain to me what the hell that guy with multiple personality disorder is you......"

Fugg nodded.

"It's me. ”

Calvin observed him with some amazement.

Yes, he had known that Vigili was a person with multiple personality disorder, but when he saw this man who was completely different from Vigilli, he still couldn't help but feel new and surprised.

It would have been hard for him to think of Fugg and Virgilli as the same person if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes—even though they were using the same body.

The same curly hair, the same face, the same clothes, in a short moment, Vigilli became Fuge, their temperaments were so different that it was easy to ignore their completely identical external elements.

Fuge exudes an inconvenient coldness to him, oh, maybe the word "cold" isn't so appropriate...... He's like some kind of biochemical product, a robot or something. Calvin didn't know how to describe the other person.

If Vigilli is naïve, silly and warm, then Fugg is sharp, hard and sharp.

The man in front of him reminded Calvin inexplicably of the glassware in his middle school lab, the kind of inorganic object that was completely bound to reason and strictly adhered to rigid procedures.

"I'm a doctor, and Vickyli begs me to take care of your wounds...... He was worried. ”

Fugg explained to Calvin in that unflinching tone, his eyes flickering as he said the word "supplication."

Calvin didn't notice the strangeness of Fugg in that moment, he really thought it was all wonderful, the Vicili he knew was gone, and in his place was Fugg, the aggressive, knife-sharp English doctor.

Calvin found that he was less able to deal with Fugg than Virgilly, and even ...... For completely inexplicable reasons, Calvin was a little afraid to deal with him.

But this trace of fear that even Calvin himself had not yet noticed was keenly captured by Fugg, who glanced up at Calvin, lowered his voice and said, "Don't be afraid...... Obedient. ”

Obedient...

Calvin's eyes glazed out when he heard the word.

It was as if something had slid gently through his mind, and then dissipated like a mist.

Calvin felt the wound on his back begin to heat up and burst into a dull pain.

However, at least at this time, Calvin had no time to care about the wound on his back, because at this moment Fugg had reached out and directly stuck Calvin's chin. His hands were as cold as a dead man, and Calvin had goosebumps on his back the moment he touched him.

Fug's gaze, which saw no emotion or warmth, quickly swept over Calvin's wounds. 166 Reading Network