After finishing today's experiment, Tang Ling was once again escorted back to the room.

What is different from usual is that Meng Han didn't make any trouble for her today, but also mercifully let her go back to the room early, and the group of doctors didn't leave after putting her in the house like in the past, this time they just stood at the door of the room, watched her go in, and quickly closed the door and left.

"Number 73!"

Tang Ling, who was still staring at the group of people at the door suspiciously, heard a familiar voice coming from her room, she turned her head and saw Zhou Ke running towards her.

Before Tang Ling could wonder why Zhou Ke was here, he grabbed her hand and hurriedly pulled her to the bedside, and then said nervously: "No. 73, shall we play hide and seek?" You're hiding under the bed, I'll count you out! ”

Ha?

Tang Ling frowned, looked at Zhou Ke strangely, and felt a little helpless about what he said, but before she could react, Zhou Ke hurriedly pushed her under the bed.

"Don't make a sound! I'm going to get you later! ”

After Tang Ling's figure was completely covered by the bed board, Zhou Ke grabbed the chain that was still exposed, followed and stuffed it under the bed, and then climbed onto Tang Ling's bed, covered himself with a futon, and then began to count.

"One, two, three......"

Only Zhou Ke himself knew that he was so nervous that his palms began to sweat.

They all thought they didn't understand anything, and they were stupid buns.

But the strange uncle I just met in the corridor, he will definitely bully No. 73.

The way he looked at him was much more uncomfortable than when his father looked at him with a bottle after he was drunk, and he had asked so many times about No. 73 that he would definitely have some bad thoughts.

Although he didn't know why Dr. Du had brought him to Room 73, since he was here now, he should protect Number 73.

No. 73 is a girl, the same girl as her sister, and her mother said that manhood is to protect girls.

He must protect No. 73!

If that uncle really came to room 73, he would definitely beat him away!

After Tang Ling entered his room, the group of doctors and guards hurriedly left the corridor of the S area, and then blocked the entrance to the corridor of the entire S area.

In the shadow of the corner, Zhao Qingsong held a cigarette in his mouth, watched the group of people leave, and slowly walked out of the shadows, his fingers flexibly flipped the magnetic card, and if he looked closely, he would find that this magnetic card was the one that Du Mei had used before.

Zhao Qingsong kicked back the hand that was exposed in the corner, he sneered, and strode towards Tang Ling's room.

Through the heavy iron door, Zhao Qingsong's heart was surging, the breath of nothingness surrounded his nose, the feather-like seductive meaning swept through his heart, the numb electric sensation rushed straight to the brain, his chest kept rising and falling, his hand holding the magnetic card kept trembling, and the whole person was in a state of extreme excitement because of the surging blood.

God knows how difficult it was for him to come here without Meng Ling, that woman was always hindering his actions, although he didn't know who secretly sent him a message hinting, but he didn't want to turn a blind eye to such a great opportunity.

From the moment he saw Tang Ling again, Zhao Qingsong was always unforgettable for the sweet fragrance emanating from her, the addictive poison, he had secretly peeped at the treasure for so long in secret, and today he was finally going to succeed.

Placing the magnetic card in the card slot, he grinned and turned off the room lights displayed on the electronic screen.

This is bound to be a huge surprise.

"Click-click."

A clear sound of the door opening sounded, and Zhou Ke, who was huddled in the quilt, trembled a little, and he held his breath nervously.

Here it comes!

Da, da, da.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the empty room, and the sound of light footsteps was enough to hear the joy of the man, who seemed to not even notice the mass lying on the bed, wandering leisurely around the room.

A strange aroma emanated.

Zhou Ke, who was shrunk in the quilt, didn't smell it, but Tang Ling, who was lying under the bed, was in a very bad state at this time.

She was all too familiar with the smell.

Tang Ling felt that her whole body was exhausted and weakened, her senses became clearer and clearer, but her body was paralyzed and unable to move.

This was Meng Han's favorite thing to use when experimenting with her, and every time she smelled that smell, she had no ability to resist at all.

The footsteps echoing through the room suddenly stopped.

The surroundings fell silent again.

What's going on?

Zhou Ke, who was hiding in the quilt, couldn't hold back his curiosity, and wanted to poke out his head to look around.

After waiting for a while, there was still no sound outside the quilt, Zhou Ke hesitated, pulling the quilt blocking his head, and the dull air suddenly smoothed out.

And......

The black shadow that was close at hand, and the heavy snort hit Zhou Ke's face.

Almost suddenly, the scream that broke through his throat didn't have time to come out of his mouth, and in the next second, the rough and heavy palm covered Zhou Ke's mouth, brutally pinching his face, and finally blocked the scream in the palm, only to squeeze out a few whimpers from the gap with difficulty.

"Be quiet."

The greasy breath was close at hand, so close that Zhou Ke could smell the smell of foul nicotine wafting from his body, the hot breath from his nose sprinkled on Zhou Ke's face, and under the dim vision, the beastly nature that was about to explode from those blurred eyes, he calmly reminded Zhou Ke that he was not panicked at all.

Before Zhou Ke could resist, he was already frightened and weakened, his body trembled because of Zhao Qingsong's continuous approach, the skin on the surface was stimulated and goosebumps appeared, he seemed to be trapped in a swamp deep in the green forest, his body was wrapped in the viscous and turbid liquid, and he was so disgusting that he wanted to escape quickly, but there was no way to resist.

"Boy, you don't seem to be Tang Ling, right?"

Zhao Qingsong sniffed the smell of Zhou Ke's body for a long time before raising his head and leaning into his ear and whispering.

That sweet smell does get stronger the closer you get to this bed, but now this little guy in his hands, although he is wrapped in the same smell, is very light, although it can also arouse Zhao Qingsong's desire, but it is not like Tang Ling who makes him crazy and almost crazy.

"Forget it."

Zhao Qingsong sighed and said.

Zhou Ke, who had been loosened and was still thinking about how to lie, heard Zhao Qingsong's sudden words, and was rejoicing that he would stop there, but he didn't expect that in the next second, his whole person was dragged to the ground, and his head slammed into the hard floor, and Zhou Ke felt dizzy.

"Then let's appetize you first."

As he spoke, his hand grabbing Zhou Ke's clothes.