Chen Qian directly swept over Zhou Yisheng, took a cup and poured water, she likes to drink cold and white, ice water is better, Chen Qian, she never touches hot water, and warm water is not good.

"You seem to be in a good mood, is there anything happy happening?"

Zhou Yisheng held a steaming teacup and talked to Chen Qian.

Chen Qian raised the water glass, raised his head to reveal his white neck, and the whole cup was under water.

Slowly putting down the cup, Chen Qian drowned the edge of the cup, slowly, circle, circle.

Then he hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned his head to look at Zhou Yisheng: "Because I killed someone." Chen Qian's smile was extremely gorgeous.

Those eyes jumped with excitement, because Chen Qian, who released his nature through the game, seemed to be like a cat that had stolen fish.

Lazy, cozy but dangerous.

Chen Qian's illness has obviously attacked at the moment, but it is obviously not extreme pathos, but another extreme, extreme excitement and bloodthirsty.

Chen Qian obviously wanted to scare Zhou Yisheng, she knew that her illness had attacked, and she really wanted to see Zhou Yisheng's reaction.

Generally, patients will not show their worst side in front of the doctor, because the patient also knows in his heart that if the doctor finds that the condition is aggravated, there is only one result - to add medicine.

Increase the dosage, prolong the treatment regimen, and be free to be confined.

After listening to Chen Qian's answer, Zhou Yisheng didn't show half of his horror, and still had that gentle and elegant aura. Chen Qian raised his eyebrows, feeling that this week Yisheng was quite boring. Before the change, those antique-level psychiatrists would definitely preach to themselves again, increase the dosage of medicine, or even lock up in the room, be bound to the bed, and maybe formulate a "course of treatment" such as electric shock.

In short, he will definitely not look at himself so calmly with Zhou Yisheng now.

Although Zhou Yisheng is Chen Qian's personal psychiatrist, he has not carried out similar treatment in the past few days, just like an air man, without any sense of existence.

However, Chen Qian felt that it was better not to disturb her, and she didn't mind raising an idler.

She never believed in salvation, no one could save her, and neither could God.

Chen Qian, she knows.

I have long been hopeless.

After looking at the time, it was already late, and Chen Qian, who was already sleepy, thought about tomorrow morning's class, so he had to go upstairs and didn't want to waste time here.

Chen Qian's escalator slowly went upstairs, her feet were already red from ice, but she didn't seem to feel it.

Although she was interrupted by Zhou Yisheng, she was still in a state of extreme excitement and bloodthirstiness.

The crazy thoughts in my heart kept shouting: "Ah... I want to think about it..."What do you think.

Although Chen Qian is a psychopath, she has never thought of violating the lives of others.

"I want to kill myself..."The chaotic thoughts in my heart were constantly dragging Chen Qian.

I want to cut my wrists, I want to stab myself with a knife, I want to tear my eyes off.

Just thinking about it makes me excited.

The more Chen Qian thought about it, the more excited he became.

"Xiaoqian, tomorrow night for a psychological meeting, remember to go home early." Zhou Yisheng's warm voice sounded from behind Chen Qian.

Shallow?

There are very few people who have called her by her name, only Aunt Xie and her father when she was a child.

And that dead friend...

Chen Qian frowned and turned his head, the corners of his lips were not grateful, and his eyes had turned gloomy, with a faint displeasure.

"I don't seem to know you this well, do I?" Chen Qian's eyes coldly skimmed to Zhou Yisheng.

Zhou Yisheng's gentle eyes climbed up to Chen Qian's cold eyes.

"According to psychology, it can promote the relationship between the two."

Except for Aunt Xie, Chen Qian hates others trying to get close to his heart the most.

"I don't want to repeat it, don't call me shallow unless you want to lose your job."

Chen Qian looked down at Zhou Yisheng condescendingly, obviously he had just turned eighteen years old, and his aura was terrifying.

And Zhou Yisheng, on his side, still looked like a gentle big brother, holding a teacup, without a trace of unhappiness due to Chen Qian's cold threat.

"So, shallow?"

“……”

"Then you'll acquiesce, shallow."

“……”

Turn around and continue upstairs.

Chen Qian felt that Zhou Yisheng was quite boring, as if he would not be angry no matter what, he looked like a central air conditioner, and ...

is completely different from Shao Qi's smiling tiger, Shao Qi's smiling mask is full of wildness, like an unruly beast, pretending to hunt.

And Zhou Yisheng is gentle in his bones.

Tsk, how do you think of Shao Qi's guy, Chen Qian held his forehead, feeling unlucky.

Chen Qian turned around and went back to the room, ignoring Zhou Yisheng no longer there.

On the other side, Shao Qi couldn't sleep because he thought about Chen Qian.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Shao Qi, who took off his disguise at home, was lying on the bed with insomnia, thinking about what he would say at night, and couldn't sleep.

Shao Qi was stunned, did he like Chen Qian?

Obviously, I have only seen two sides, how is it possible.

But Chen Qian's picture kept coming to mind, constantly reminding Shao Qi that this might be true...

What kept coming to his mind was that on that rainy night, Chen Qian, who was wearing a thin umbrella with the cat.

Chen Qian, whose eyes were unfocused.

disdains to pretend to be a normal person, and his eyes are full of crazy Chen Qian.

Road dementia, demented Chen Qian.

sneered at his own Chen Qian.

In the pupil, he longed for his own Chen Qian.

At that time, the alley was dimly lit, and the fine light caressed the rain line, and the gentle rain line moistened all things.

The rain that was abandoned by the light, fell in the darkness, and at some point fell heavily in the mud.

Chen Qianyin is hidden in the area where the lights can't shine, as if he was born to belong to the darkness, but he makes the darkness dark and mysterious.

It was as if she had never been pitied, nor did she disdain to be pitied by all things.

When those crazy but empty eyes swept over him, Shao Qi's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat for some reason.

As if there was some magic in that girl, I just couldn't help but want to get close to her...

The girl seemed to be able to see directly through his dying and deeply buried heart, and knew what he was trying to hide.

Chen Qian's eyes seemed to tell Shao Qi: "There's no need, there's no need to pretend to be a normal person, there's no need." ”

He tried to release his inner beast, trying to scare the girl away, but the girl's eyes showed excitement.

She... I'm not afraid of myself.

Shao Qi buried his true self for too long and disguised it for too long, but he took off his disguise in front of Chen Qian.

He couldn't help but want to get closer to the girl, to get to know her.

He, he wants that girl.

Think...

Can't think about it anymore!

Shao Qi got up irritably, no longer trying to make himself sleep, there was a click outside the door, Shao Qi got out of bed and opened the door.

A dark shadow passed by, Shao Qi was a little night blind, and touched the living room light.

It turned out that the culprit who made the living room rustle was a little white cat dragging a sick body that was not well, but it was also very active, touching objects and scratching the curtains.

It was Chen Qian's contribution and the little white cat that he saved.

Shao Qi approached the little white cat, squatted down, and slowly approached with his hand, wanting to touch the little white cat.

And when Shao Qi's hand was about to touch the little white cat, the little white cat, which was playing leisurely, suddenly exploded.

"Meow!" The little white cat gave Shao Qi a paw with his backhand.

Shao Qi's hand paused, looked at the scratches on his hand, and was slightly stunned.

is obviously a very well-behaved kitten in Chen Qian's arms, but he refuses to let himself touch it.

How could he think of Chen Qian again, Shao Qi only felt as if he was stunned.

After the little white cat scratched Shao Qi, he sat in front of Shao Qi and licked his paws leisurely, as if he wanted to cover up Shao Qi's breath on his paws.

Shao Qi stretched out his other hand again, wanting to touch the little white cat again.

"Meow~!"

Xiao Bai moved somewhere else, escaped from Shao Qi's claws, and continued to lick his claws.

Not surprisingly, Shao Qi was hit by another claw, and now it's okay, the two hands are symmetrical.