The young doctor nodded knowingly, and asked bluntly, "So, is there a boy chasing you in your trouble?"

The girl jerked her head up, and looked at the young doctor across from her in surprise with her big wet eyes.

The young doctor shrugged his shoulders and analyzed disappreciatively: "You are beautiful now, and you have opened up the social situation, then, except for being chased by boys, I can't think of anything else that bothers you." ”

The girl bit her lower lip, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her pretty face, and the young doctor did not urge her, but sat opposite, quietly waiting, his expression relaxed, as if he could wait for her until she was old.

The girl finally made up her mind, raised her head, and looked at the young doctor expectantly: "Can I trust you?"

The young doctor raised his index finger in a silent motion, and then, leading the girl, who was as well-behaved as a chick, to Freud's couch, and after motioning for the girl to lie down, he closed the curtains, dimmed the lights in the room, and played soothing music.

In this drowsy atmosphere, the man's deep and soft voice rang out: "Relax yourself, tell me, what you see-"

"The house, a lovely little house, was so fragrant that it smelled of mum baking cookies."

"Are mom's baked cookies delicious?"

"Delicious! The strong milky flavor is crispy and crispy, and I want to eat the second one piece after eating it. ”

"Does mom bake cookies often?"

"No, mom will only bake cookies when I'm paid or when I get an A in my homework."

In the question and answer, the girl became more and more relaxed, and the young doctor remained calm, sitting on the edge of the couch, and asked his own questions without hurrying:

"You ran towards the house, what did you see on the way?"

"It's dark, it's dark, hands, so many hands, no, don't come near me-"

The girl suddenly screamed, waved her arms, kicked her feet, as if in a nightmare and began to struggle violently, the young doctor did not move, did not try to suppress her hands and feet, control her struggle, he just, once again, calmly and forcefully spoke: "No, you read wrong, those are not hands, just some vines, they stumble your feet, you just stop, stretch out your hands, you can easily tear them off, and then, nothing can stop you from going home and eating the little biscuits that your mother has just baked." ”

The girl's body stiffened, her raised hands and feet maintained a strange posture in mid-air, and she asked hesitantly, "Just vines?"

The man's affirmative voice was filled with unquestionableness: "It's just vines!"

His voice was a few degrees lower, as if gently pulling the cello bass: "Bend down and rip them off." ”

The girl muttered over his words, "Bend down and rip them off." ”

Her body leaned back suddenly, and the whole person fell on the couch, still with her eyes closed, but her fair face showed a relieved expression: "It's great, I'll eat the cookies made by my mother right away." ”

The young doctor did not answer again, and watched the girl curl up sideways, and soon a slight snoring sounded, he stood up, took a blanket, and gently covered the girl.

Then, I picked up a book, sat down under the windowsill, opened the curtain a gap, and quietly began to read with a ray of sunlight coming in.

When the reddened afterglow of the setting sun shone on the young doctor, the girl stretched, let out a soft sigh of contentment, and finally woke up.

After a moment, she noticed the young doctor by the window, and couldn't help but smile embarrassedly: "I slept so comfortably—"

The young doctor closed the book in his hand, looked at her quietly, and interrupted her softly, "What does that boy look like?" ”

The girl didn't react for a moment: "What? ”

The young doctor raised his eyebrows: "Your suitor, what color is his hair?" Brilliant gold? A flattering reddish-brown color? Or is it the usual brown color? ”

The girl subconsciously responded, "Reddish-brown-"

The young doctor looked at the girl calmly and said softly, "He's tall, likes sports, has good grades, and is very popular, right?" ”

The girl's eyes widened in surprise and stammered, "You, how do you know?" ”

The young doctor raised his eyebrows and answered very patiently: "If it weren't for such an excellent boy, how could it bother you, you really want to accept him, but it's hard to accept him-"

After a pause, he said slowly, "Because you have a physical contact barrier." ”

At the same time as the young doctor said this, the camera flashed back quickly, releasing the scene where the girl walked into the psychiatric clinic for the first time, and he took the girl to the dressing mirror.

Jian Han stood up in disbelief, she didn't expect that she would miss such an important information, she couldn't help but drag the video to the beginning, sure enough, after his first contact, after noticing the girl's dodging action, after that, whether it was taking off his glasses or unbuttoning her, he was careful not to touch even an inch of the girl's skin.

This movie is really a picture that can't be missed!

After she sighed for a while, she pulled the video progress bar back to the latest progress.

The girl stood up at once, her pretty face alternating blue and white, and the young doctor always watched her quietly, and her handsome face was not half moved, and under his gaze, her anger diminished little by little, and finally disappeared.

The young doctor suddenly spoke: "Do you want to give it a try?" See how well you're receptive? ”

The girl lay down on the couch again, the soothing music played again, the girl slowly closed her eyes, the young doctor raised the back of his right hand, and gently touched the back of the girl's left hand, as if in the tram running, because of the shaking of the carriage caused by the casual contact, "Do you feel uncomfortable when I touch you like this?" ”

The girl shook her head slowly.

The young doctor lifted the back of his hand again and brushed it over the back of hers, this time for a little longer, about five or six seconds, "What about this?" ”

The girl shook her head again and stumbled softly, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The young doctor didn't try any further, and he opened his mouth with great certainty: "Your situation is better than expected, and it doesn't seem like a big problem-"

His voice stopped abruptly, and the young man lowered his head, looked at his other white and pink little hand, and slowly looked at the girl.

The girl looked up at him, plucked up her courage, and said softly, "I, I want to try again, is that okay?" ”

The young man slowly pulled out his right hand and said unhurriedly, "Your time is up, the next guest has arrived." ”