Seeing the situation in the room, Li Su immediately understood why Yuan Zhisheng was so twisted. In other words, he also twisted, and the situation in the room was too easy to misunderstand: Natsumi was lying on the bed in the center of the room, her limbs fixed to the head and end of the bed with ropes, and a towel in her mouth. The rest of the people in the cottage were gathered around the round table on the other side of the room, except for Sakura Yabuki and Sakurai Twilight, who took care of Natsumi by the bedside. He knew these people and knew that their character was understandable, but if outsiders saw this scene, it would inevitably be regarded as some strange religious ceremony.

Seeing that it was Li Su who came in, the people at the round table got up one after another, and they all showed more or less surprised looks, even Miyamoto Shio, who has never asked about the world, was no exception. Li Su raised his hand to signal to chat later, sat on the edge of the bed and put his palm on Xia Mi's forehead.

"Tell me how it happened, from the beginning. Don't stop, I can hear you. With that, he closed his eyes.

The room was full of people glancing at each other, and Sakurai, who was standing by the window, nodded and cleared her throat, "I'll tell you." I've been around since the beginning and know a little bit about what happened. She paused, as if sorting out the order. After a few seconds, she slowly recounted the incident.

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"Do you have someone you like?" Twilight sat back in a chair, her chin resting on her hands, her face languid, her waist-length hair simply fastened to the top of her head with a hairpin. The afternoon sun poured down on her delicate back, and her soft and fair skin had a jade-like texture. She just sat there simply, inadvertently with a thousand styles.

But the other girl sitting on the edge of the bed was not interested in her, and her eyes were always on the TV in the room, which was playing an old movie, "Roman Holiday". It's a romantic yet regrettable tale of a haunting and soulless love affair between Princess Anne and journalist Joe.

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"No, no......" Sakurai suddenly put her palm on her head, her eyes a little confused. She...... What did she say to me? Something is wrong, something is wrong......"

Is the scope of influence so large? Li Su looked up to the opponent behind the scenes a few points higher in his heart, and gestured: "Skip this part and go on." ”

"Oh, it's so ......" Sakurai Twilight was stunned and nodded slowly: "Later, we talked about ......"

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"But your brother, brother......" Twilight glanced at the dragon egg placed next to the bed. He hasn't ...... yet Belch... Hatching?" Twilight tries to find a more human word to describe it, but she still can't find it.

"No, it's good to say it's my brother, he's been stupid anyway." Natsumi didn't care much about that. She reached out and touched the dragon egg, her chestnut eyes glowing with soft pity. "But it's probably the last ......."

"I'm looking forward to it, I want to see what your brother looks like." Twilight reached out and touched the dragon egg. Cool and hard to the touch, smooth and smooth to the touch, it feels like some kind of metal material.

"Did you hear that?" Natsumi smiled softly. "Your little sister wants to see what you look like, so you have to grow up early."

The creature in the dragon egg seemed to understand what she meant, and the dragon egg shook gently.

"Are you already able to move?" Twilight smacked her tongue. "It's horrible, huh...... Natsumi? Natsumi! What happened to you? ”

Natsumi, who was originally relaxed, suddenly tensed her body, her hands pressed her head and shrunk into a ball on the bed, her expression was hideous, as if she had been thrown into the fire, Sakurai Kotwi came to the side of the bed but didn't know what to do, she could only watch. Natsumi's eyes were wide open, and her pupils flowed with a blinding red gold, like golden flames sweeping through a frozen lake, her nails piercing her scalp, and thick blood flowed from the wound.

The exclamations of women were also heard on TV. It was a small climax in Roman Holiday, where Joe, disguised as a tour guide, took Princess Anne to the famous "mouth of truth", Joe put his hand into the stone-faced mouth and pretended to be bitten, and Princess Anne anxiously tried to help him pull his hand out. But after pulling it out, Joe's cuffs were empty, and Anne covered her mouth in surprise, and then Joe's hand came out of the sleeve again, and Princess Anne, who knew that she had been fooled, and Joe laughed and played together.

In fact, this is a temporary plot, which was not in the original script, and even Audrey Hepburn, who played the heroine, did not know about it. But it is also because of her simple and real performance that this plot becomes unforgettable.

"I... I... I forgot...... Forgot about ......"

Inadvertently, Xia Mi's afterglow glanced at the TV, and glanced at the frustrated reporter who laughed heartily, she swallowed her saliva and said her inner thoughts.

"I ...... I forgot Joe ......"

Her teeth were clenched, and every word seemed to pop out between her teeth, and after saying this, she collapsed backwards and lost consciousness.

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"After that, Sakurai Twilight informed each of us about the situation, and we have gathered here until now. During this time, Natsumi woke up a few times, because each time she had a slight bipolar and self-harming tendencies, so we immobilized her. We also considered sedating her while she was awake, but we continued to inject twice the rated dose to no avail. Because we were worried about the sequelae that would be left, we didn't continue with the injection. Shio Miyamoto took over. He is the thinker who has the most to say about the post-set trial treatment plan.

Li Su kept his eyes closed, and the hand on Xia Mi's forehead did not move, making people wonder if he had heard what they said, everyone maintained the same movements as if they were sculptures, and after five minutes, Li Su opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"How?" Shio Miyamoto asked.

"It's back to normal." Li Su stood up from the side of the bed, reached out to the ten centimeters of Xia Mi's eyes and snapped his fingers. As if stimulated by the sudden sound, Natsumi slowly opened her eyes.

"How does it feel?" took a sip of the water cup handed over by Sakura, and Li Su asked casually.

"Feeling...... I've had a long, long dream, I've been looking for him, I've been looking for him......" Natsumi's voice was weak as she lay on the bed, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Looking for your Joe? Did you find it? ”

"No, but I remembered the name, remembered his name. His name is ...... Chu Zihang. ”

"That's a big step forward." Li Su ignored the puzzled eyes of the other people in the room, put down the water glass and clapped his hands: "Sakura, Xiaodui, you help Xia Mi take a bath." The others go and pack up first,"