Shen Zhizhi pulled back her hand, “Let’s take a look again.”

Without giving Yan Yuan a chance to say the third "why" -

Shen Zhizhi walked straight into the kitchen and closed the small door, isolating the living room.

Yan Yuan opened his lips and closed them again, his eyes filled with resentment.

Flirting with him and not taking responsibility.

bad.

After muttering a few words in his heart, Yan Yuan turned on the TV.

My sister likes horror movies, so let’s watch a ghost movie about a hospital.

By then, if my sister were in the situation herself, she would hug him in fear, right?

Yan Yuan lowered his eyes, looked at the buttons that were almost not buttoned, and raised his thin lips in joy.

All Shen Zhizhi wants to make are fast food, which only takes more than ten minutes to prepare in the kitchen.

When he opened the small door, the aroma of meat and instant noodles blended together, and Yan Yuan's body, which was sitting upright, tensed up for a moment.

Smells so good.

Yan Yu'an never cared much about food. As the Unspeakable in the copy, he would not starve to death even if he didn't eat.

It's just that he is used to being on his own, so he will eat something every day.

Steak and instant noodles were what he ate before he died.

Yan Yuan couldn't remember how long it had been since he had smelled such fresh food. His nose twitched and his eyes were filled with longing.

"Sister, are you done?"

Shen Zhizhi held the plate, looked around, found the small table, and put down the plate with steak.

"It's ready, Yu'an, come and eat."

She wore an apron with the words Changning Mental Hospital printed on it, her hair was tied up, and the fine strands of hair on her forehead covered her eyes. She looked so gentle, like a newly married girl calling her lover to dinner.

Yan Yu was silent for a while, then found a seat and sat down.

Shen Zhizhi handed him the knife and fork.

I demonstrated how to cut steak like I was teaching a child.

Yan Yuan acted stupid on purpose and tried several times, almost cutting his hand.

Holding her red fingers, Yan Yuan put down her knife and fork awkwardly, "Sister, this is so difficult."

Shen Zhizhi went to the kitchen to bring the instant noodles and took Yan Yuan's knife and fork, "Cut it like this——"

She stood behind Yan Yu'an, her tall body slightly bent, her arms almost around Yan Yu'an's neck.

Yan Yu'an's attention was completely attracted by the tempting rose scent.

Those hot delicacies pale in comparison to the rose fragrance.

His sister has a slender figure and a huge body. Yan Yuan's back always collides with his sister's softness, gently, like two light clouds, briefly and quickly connecting.

Yan Yuan's mind was empty and it was difficult for him to concentrate.

To be precise, he concentrated all his senses on his back.

His ears were itchy, and his sister's breath was warm, touching his skin bit by bit.

Yan Yuan felt like he was floating away, feeling dizzy.

"Have you learned it?"

The sound seemed to come from the distant horizon.

Yan Yuan managed to regain his composure and said, "I still don't know."

This time, Shen Zhizhi held Yan Yuan's cold hand and guided him, "This way, cut carefully."

Her palms were hot from cooking.

It's like lighting a match in winter, and at this moment, the match is leaning against the small snowball, giving off warmth.

Yan Yuan's hands, which were always cold, were warm at this moment.

Yan Yu'an looked at the beautiful and slender hands with obsession and greed. The skin color of their hands was almost the same white, but his sister's hands were more humane than his, they were pink and white, and the finger bones were longer than his.

Such hands are suitable for doing bad things.

Better to be kissed.

"Can I?" Yan Yu'an felt warmth in his ears. The beautiful head nurse seemed to be hugging him and kissing his cheek.

Yan Yuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was hazy, "No."

"So stupid." Shen Zhizhi laughed at him, "If you're so stupid, why not just eat it with your hands?"

Yan Yuan smelled the rich rose fragrance, his face slightly drunk, "No, sister, teach me again."

He said in a sweet voice, "I'm studying hard."

He spoke well and seemed to be studying seriously, but no matter how much he was asked, he just couldn't get the answer.

Shen Zhizhi watched helplessly as the steak stopped steaming and the chewy instant noodles turned sour and clumpy.

"Do you understand?"

After being asked for the Nth time, Yan Yuan finally gave a different answer, "I know a little bit."

Shen Zhizhi let go of Yan Yuan's hand, "Just a little bit is enough, eat."

Yan Yu'an stared blankly at his hands exposed to the cold air, the warmth on the back of his hands rapidly dissipating.

Just as quickly as his sister burst into his world.

Yan Yuan was panicking in his heart, inexplicably afraid that the warmth on the back of his hand would dissipate, as if his sister would no longer want him at some point in time, and would coldly push him away and leave him.

"No, I can't."

Yan Yu'an almost roared out loud. He gripped the knife and fork so hard that his palms were covered in blood.

"Sister, I can't."

His pupils were out of focus and he repeated it over and over again anxiously.

"Teach me again, teach me again."

It happened too suddenly. Shen Zhizhi held his wrist and said, "Yuan, calm down."

She took away the knife that was embedded in his palm with a distressed look.

"Sister will teach you."

"Don't hurt yourself, it hurts here."

Shen Zhizhi pointed to her heart, found the gauze in the room, and bandaged Yan Yuan's hand.

Yan Yuan fell into a nightmare, his eyes dull.

Her long hair fell to the ground, and the ends of her hair were stained with blood on the ground. Her snow-white hair was half red and half white, which was bewitching and weird.

"Sister, I'm sick."

There was a beautiful bow on her hand, and Yan Yuan's eyes dimmed. "Don't be afraid of me."

"I can hold it in."

"Sister, don't be afraid." Shen Zhizhi said softly, "Yuan, don't hurt yourself in the future."

"If you can't learn it, you can take your time."

"Sister has plenty of time."

Yan Yuan seemed not to hear her words and kept murmuring "Don't be afraid of me".

No matter how much or how tenderly Shen Zhizhi spoke, Yan Yuan just closed himself off.

A strange look flashed in Shen Zhizhi’s eyes.

Do I have to wait for her to have an attack before I can listen to her?

Shen Zhizhi searched the room and found a rope. She wrapped it around Yan Yuan's waist and tied him to the chair.

She tied it very tightly, leaving a circle of red marks on Yan Yuan's waist and abdomen.

He seemed to feel nothing and had no reaction.

His eyes were dark and his expression was listless.

Shen Zhizhi pinched his chin and lifted his pale, snow-white jaw, "Yu'an, look at me."

Yan Yuan's pupils were still out of focus.

Shen Zhizhi said patiently, “Look at me, Yuan.”

The strength in his hands increased, and the heat from his fingertips was transferred to Yan Yu'an's skin. Yan Yu'an gave a little response, his pupils turned, and his confused peach blossom eyes widened a little.

"Raise your eyes and look at me."

An imperative tone.

At this moment, Yan Yuan seemed to have turned into a robot, mechanically and slowly following instructions.

He raised his beautiful and clear eyes, and his unfocused vision was very distracted.

Shen Zhizhi smiled, “That’s it, good boy.”

"Now, you have to ask me for a kiss."

Yan Yu'an didn't move and stood still.

There was a watery glow in the dilated pupils.

In his limited consciousness, he didn't know how to express his request for a kiss.