Chapter 205
The substance injected into the syringe is a new type of psychedelic drug that has been very popular on the black market recently. It has a strong and rapid effect.
Zhong Ling didn't believe that these people were acting on impulse. This medicine was not something that ordinary people could buy, nor was it something that normal people would use.
It was clearly premeditated and there were other people behind it.
He would continue to investigate these matters later, but now Zhong Ling could no longer care about them, so he could only hand these people over to the supervisors for the time being. Then he turned around and hugged Nan Yan, whose cheeks were already starting to turn red and hot, into his arms.
To put it simply, this medicine is a powerful drug.
Zhong Ling quickly carried the person in his arms to the suite on the top floor. He could feel the person's body temperature rising and changing rapidly. He pulled aside her clothes and saw Nan Yan's cheek.
Her skin was extremely red. This condition was very abnormal. Even if he drove to the hospital now, Yanyan might not be able to bear the delay on the road.
He could only carry the person into the room while quickly taking out the mobile phone from his pocket and calling his assistant, asking him to ask for a doctor named Zhou from a private hospital in the city center.
"Secretary An, quickly ask Dr. Zhou from the city center to come over. Tell him that I have an urgent matter and need his help. The address is the top floor suite of the Jinyu Club. Ask him to come quickly to save the person!"
The assistant was stunned when he received the call, especially at this late hour. He was yelled at by his boss across the street and he couldn't react. Wasn't he already off work?
However, after hearing the boss's anxious tone and state, Assistant An slapped his head and immediately came to his senses. Who told the boss to pay so much? So he quickly responded.
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Ling finally carried Nan Yan to the penthouse suite. He kicked open the bedroom door and carried Nan Yan, whose drug effects were already beginning to take effect, directly into the bathroom. After putting her in the bathtub, he quickly turned on the cold shower.
The icy cold water suddenly poured down on her head, making Nan Yan shiver suddenly. She shivered uncontrollably before she regained some consciousness.
She turned her head with a hazy look, glanced at the room around her, then looked at the man who was showering her, and called his name softly, "Zhong Ling?"
Her voice was hoarse, with a hint of moisture and a thick nasal tone.
Zhong Ling carried her into the bathtub that had just been filled with cold water and sat her down. The coat she was wearing quickly floated up, got wet after being touched by the water, and soon stuck to her body again.
He hurriedly picked up the dry towel hanging beside him to wipe her wet hair and face. Suddenly he heard her call his name. He thought she was feeling uncomfortable, so he subconsciously went over to her and whispered to her:
"Yeah, it's me. I'm here."
"Don't be afraid, just bear with it. I've asked someone to find a doctor. What happened tonight will be over soon."
"Don't be afraid. No one will bully you anymore when I'm here."
Zhong Ling heard her throat was a little hoarse and there was a faint sound of sobbing, and he subconsciously touched her head with his palm.
He also knew that Nan Yan was greatly frightened tonight. Not only her, but he was also frightened. He almost thought that he would never see her again.
If he hadn't happened to be here tonight, if he had come a little later, he really couldn't imagine what would have happened tonight, and those messes might have cost her life.
The more Zhong Ling thought about it, the uglier his expression became. His eyes were cold enough to kill people. He really had the urge to kill someone.
At this time, Nan Yan couldn't help crying softly. She was crying not because of anything else, but because of the fright and grievance she had suffered tonight, and her body was becoming more and more uncomfortable.
She instinctively raised her hand to look at her arm. There was a very obvious pinhole on her originally fair skin, as well as some bruises and red marks, all of which were accidentally inflicted while struggling to escape.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhong Ling who was wiping her hair. She said in a painful and tight voice, "Zhong Ling, I feel very uncomfortable."
It was a genuine discomfort, not pain, but it felt like her body was on fire from the inside out. The internal fire burned her internal organs until they were almost cooked. She couldn't even tell whether the water dripping from her forehead was sweat or cold water. It felt like her whole body was on fire. Sitting in the bathtub was of no use as steam kept coming out.
Not only did she feel hot, but she also felt an indescribable and indelible damp heat and a kind of numb and itchy feeling that slowly rose from her spine, and then continued to spread rapidly and densely to her limbs and bones. It seemed that there were countless small ants crawling around her waist and abdomen, and the piercing itching made it almost impossible for her to control her body.
Nan Yan started crying instinctively. Her cheeks, neck and ears were covered with an obvious blush at a speed visible to the naked eye, so red that it seemed as if there was congestion.
Just at this moment, the slender hand that had been holding her wrist felt cool and refreshing, as if it could cool her down.
Nan Yan subconsciously grasped the hand, then pressed it tightly against her neck, rubbing it gently with her chin and cheeks, trying to absorb a hint of coolness.
Zhong Ling knew that she was upset, and he also knew what the easiest solution was after being poisoned by such a powerful drug! But at this moment, he still had a little moral bottom line in his heart.
He knew that Yanyan was not conscious now, and was under the control of drugs. If he really ignored her wishes and did such a thing to her, she would never forgive him easily in the future. He wanted more, and how could one indulgence be enough, so not only she was enduring, but he was also enduring.
How could I not feel anything when the person I like shows this kind of look in front of me? I really need to be able to concentrate at times like this!
Seeing Nan Yan rubbing the back of his hand, Zhong Ling did not immediately break away. He just continued to rinse her body with cold water and soothed her in a slow voice:
"Well, it's normal to feel uncomfortable, Yanyan, just hold on a little bit, you'll be fine after this period. I've asked someone to find a doctor, and he'll be here soon, don't be afraid."
After hearing this, Nan Yan was still thinking in her heart, if this person really let this person find a doctor, then the duck in her mouth would be wasted.
That won't do! Isn't this a waste of effort? She didn't want to do anything in vain. She finally got the chance, but she couldn't do it. So Nan Yan suddenly let go of his hand.
She suddenly raised her head and looked around, and finally saw his black cell phone on the sink. Nan Yan did not hesitate, she stood up from the bathtub, reached out and grabbed the black cell phone. There was no password set on the phone, so she easily swiped the screen.
The wallpaper on the screen turned out to be a photo she had secretly taken while peeling an orange. Nan Yan didn't look at it carefully, but her fingers paused when she saw the person on the wallpaper.
Zhong Ling didn't quite understand why she suddenly took out her phone, but the bathroom was too slippery, and when she stood up so suddenly, she almost lost her balance. Fortunately, he subconsciously reached out to support her, which stabilized her shaky body.
"Be careful, be careful, Yanyan, sit down first."
"Calm down, please. What do you need a phone for?"
Zhong Ling steadied her body, held her shoulders with his hands, and pushed her into the water to sit down steadily. "What else do you want? Tell me, can I get it for you? Don't stand up, you may slip."
Nan Yan brushed his hand away and ignored him.
She scratched the screen with her unsteady fingers, but because there were too many water stains on her fingers, she couldn't scratch them cleanly after several attempts. She had no choice but to raise her hand and rub it hard on the chest of the person next to her. After the water on her hands dried, she quickly lowered her head to press the numbers on the screen.
When Zhong Ling saw the series of numbers she pressed one after another, his eyes suddenly darkened. He now knew why she wanted the phone. She was calling He Mian!
He was right beside her, but she wanted to call He Mian? What did she mean by calling He Mian at this time and in this situation? Did she want him to help her?
Zhong Ling suddenly reached out and tugged at her wrist. The phone, which was already difficult to hold firmly due to too many water stains on her hand, became even more slippery after being pulled by him. The phone accidentally fell into the water with a "pop".
It hit the bottom of the bathtub with a crisp sound.
Nan Yan was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and reached out hurriedly to pick it up, but the phone she picked up was obviously unusable and it turned off automatically soon after it got wet.
Nan Yan pursed her lips, but suddenly she couldn't hold it back anymore, tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably, she turned around and cried, grabbing the hand of the person next to her.
"I need a cell phone! Go find me a cell phone, Zhong Ling, I want to call He Mian."
There was a rare hint of command in the tone.
After hearing this, Zhong Ling felt an inexplicable anger in his heart. Why did he help her call He Mian? Did he look like the kind of person who likes to do good things?
I was a little angry at first, but when I looked down and saw her aggrieved and sad expression, I shook the unresponsive phone between two fingers. I could only let out a breath and try my best to calm my emotions.
However, no matter how he tried to calm down, his tone still revealed a hint of unhappiness, "I can't find a new phone for you, I'm busy now! And don't forget that you and He Mian have broken up. Don't even think about whether he will come over. Even if he does, why should I hand over the person I rescued to him?"
In fact, Nan Yan didn't listen to what he said carefully. She couldn't even hear the anger in his tone. Her mind was almost burning into a mess at this moment.
Only after Zhong Ling finished speaking did Nan Yan realize that her demands were not met, and she began to cry again, sobbing with a sense of grievance and discomfort, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
The effect of the medicine had completely dissipated by then. Nan Yan's eyes were red and hot, and her cheeks were also red. Her breathing became heavier and heavier. She really felt that if she didn't get relief, she would be burned to death.
Nan Yan stretched out her hands and kept pulling at the coat that was wrapped around her body, which was steaming with her body temperature, making it stuffy, wet and hot. With her unremitting efforts, the coat was finally torn off, revealing most of her snow-white shoulders and the torn skirt underneath.
The skin suddenly came into contact with the air, and seemed to feel a slight coolness. Nan Yan wanted to continue to tear off the troublesome skirt, but Zhong Ling's eyes paused for a few seconds, his gaze lingered downwards, his Adam's apple moved unconsciously, but he quickly suppressed the charming thoughts in his heart, then reached out, unfolded the towel in his hand, and continued to cover her shoulders.
Nan Yan was covered tightly by him, but soon, the heat in her body made the towel, which originally retained a slight coolness, no longer so cool.
Nan Yan reached out to pull it open again, but failed. She began to cry when the pain in her body was not satisfied. Finally, she simply drowned herself in the bathtub and was not pulled out until she was about to suffocate by Zhong Ling.
After Nan Yan was caught, she clung to the edge of the bathtub like a wolf. She began to reach out and pull at the towel on her body. The cloth was already a thin layer, and it had no shielding power after being pulled like this. Zhong Ling was also a little nervous. He turned around and took out a dry towel to wipe the water droplets off her face.
The man who was lying there suddenly straightened up and kissed her. Nan Yan was not tall enough, so she only kissed his Adam's apple. She cried and kissed him, grabbing his shirt tightly with both hands and ripping it. "Please, help me! I am in so much pain. If you don't save me, I will die. Please, help me!"
At this time, Nan Yan obviously had no patience left.
Her hands tightly grasped his clothes and her body kept moving closer. At such a close distance, Zhong Ling could almost feel the cold and hot temperature of her body, as well as the obvious soft curves. Her original body temperature was covered by the cold water, and the wet clothes soon soaked his clothes.
Zhong Ling's body was a little stiff and his breathing paused. No man could remain calm when faced with the invitation and crying pleading of the girl he likes. He was the same, his whole body was tense.
He moved his fingers twice, and seemed to hold Nan Yan's shoulders uncontrollably. He subconsciously felt an urge to hug her tightly, but when he lowered his head, he saw that she was obviously not in her right mind.
Zhong Ling still pulled Yanyan, who kept clinging to his chest, away with force, and gently pushed her away, refusing: "No, you are not sober now, and you will regret it when you are sober. I will not do this when you are not sober."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he was surprised to find that his voice was hoarse and low, filled with a kind of strong desire.
If she took the initiative, he would certainly be willing to help her in any way. But she was not in her right state now. If he really took advantage of her, he was afraid that she would never talk to him again. This was not the result he wanted.
When Nan Yan was pushed away by him, she lost her balance and accidentally fell into the bathtub. The cold water that filled the bathtub choked her and she suddenly started coughing uncontrollably.
She couldn't hold back her tears again, and her tears hit the water, creating ripples. Nan Yan whimpered in pain, and even though she was pushed away, she was obviously still unwilling to give up, and her hands tangled with his clothes again. Her voice seemed to be melted by the heat and shattered, and she could only make choked sobs.
She said to Zhong Ling anxiously, "I am awake, I am awake, I recognize you, Zhong Ling. Please help me, Zhong Ling, I beg you to help me."
After she finished speaking she started crying again, it was the kind of painful and aggrieved cry that came from having her needs not met, and her tears could not stop falling. The tears rolled down her face, and her whole body seemed to be soft and boneless, constantly moving closer to his chest.
Zhong Ling's fingers, which were resting on the edge of the bathtub, were squeezed so tightly that they turned slightly white, but he still refused to reach out to hug her.
His Adam's apple moved, as if some lingering emotions spread from his chest to his whole body. The person in his arms clung to him like a koala. They were very close to each other, so close that their breath blended and their skin touched. As long as he lowered his head, he could kiss her face as she leaned towards him.
Nan Yan's eyes welled up. She wrapped her arms around his and called his name in his ear, over and over again, with a hoarse sob in her voice.
"Zhongling, Zhongling..."
When she got no response, she started calling his name again.
This soft and tender voice seemed to contain countless small hooks, which would not stop until people completely lost their minds. Zhong Ling really could not help but lower his head and kiss the lips that came towards him, with a slightly cold and anxious look.
This was also the first time he felt Yanyan's initiative, completely, and without reservation or hesitation, accepting him.
Zhong Ling kissed her deeply, pressing the back of her head and pulling her against himself. But after the kiss, Zhong Ling's breathing became heavier and he pinched the chin of the person opposite him with his fingers.
Her eyes were hazy, her eyelashes were covered with mist, and she began to lose consciousness. Only her lips were still open, revealing a hint of bright red inside. She uttered a soft sound, "It's hot... Help me, Zhong Ling."
Zhong Ling took a deep breath, and the emotions in his eyes became thicker and thicker, but he still forced himself to push the person away, and said hoarsely, "No, Yanyan, I can't do this for you."
Hearing this, Nan Yan could no longer hold back. If she wasn't afraid of ruining her image, she would have wanted to force the man to have sex with her! He could even endure this, was he a Ninja Turtle?
Nan Yan refused to let go. Her gentle and submissive attitude had long since disappeared. She pinched and pinched him with her fingers, and then asked him crying, "Why, why can't you help me?"
Her tears kept falling from her eyes like beads with a broken string. Her toes were tightened and then slightly curled up, and her fingers were also tightened. She cried out uncontrollably, not knowing what she wanted. "Do you want to see me suffer to death?"
But Zhong Ling knew what he wanted. It was the first time he saw Yanyan's emotions so out of control. He reached out and held the two chaotic little hands, trying to calm down and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I can't. You know, I can't betray my future wife."
The person opposite him was shocked when he heard this.
Seeing that she didn't react much, Zhong Ling continued, "The Zhong family has helped me choose my future wife before. You may not know that I am a religious, traditional and conservative man. I will only do this kind of thing with my future wife. Do you understand now?"
Although the marriage proposal had been rejected long ago, that did not prevent him from bringing it up.
After hearing this, Nan Yan suddenly let go of his collar, then lowered her head and bit her wrist hard. It was so fast that Zhong Ling didn't have time to react. He was so angry that he didn't know what to do with her!
"Are you crazy? What's the point of biting yourself?"
He subconsciously reached out to grab her wrist.
Nan Yan now knew what he was up to. Sure enough, the next second she heard him coaxing her, "Will you marry me? As long as you are willing to marry me, you will be my wife in the future. In this way, if I help you, it won't be against my own beliefs and traditions. I can help you, okay?"
Nan Yan really wanted to curse him, what a cunning man you are, I really believed your lies.
How can he say such nonsense? What is religious belief? His face is as thick as a city wall. He is also traditional. Would a traditional person hold a girl's hand and touch his crotch?
Nan Yan is not stupid. Besides, his expression is so obvious. It would be fake for her to pretend not to understand. However, Nan Yan bit her lip and showed a struggle and entanglement on her face. On the one hand, her rationality and bottom line were about to burn out, and it seemed that the bones in her body were about to be burned. On the other hand, the voice of this man who kept approaching was tempting.
"Will you marry me, Yanyan?"
It's really dry and dry, He Mian's family just won't agree to get married, and the person in front of me is trying every means to get married. I don't know what to say.
Nan Yan cried and didn't know what to choose. She bit her lip and hesitated to nod, but the person in front of her kept whispering to her, "Marry me, and I will help you. Aren't you very uncomfortable? You don't have to endure this kind of thing, it will be very comfortable. I will help you, you can do whatever you want, okay?"
Nan Yan reached out and pushed him, pressing against his chest.
But in fact, I didn't use much strength, and I didn't know whether I wanted to push him away or deliberately get closer.
Zhong Ling reached out and held those warm and soft hands. Her fingers seemed to have no strength left, so she could only let him hold them. He first placed them on her chest, then slowly moved them down to her waist. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then her earlobe. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to use my hands? Or my mouth? Or somewhere you can touch? It's all fine. As long as you want, I can help you in any way I want."
"Do you feel it? Just like last time, I will make you feel comfortable. As long as you nod and agree, I will make you feel better, okay, Yanyan, I know you are still sober, and sober people cannot lie, do you want me to help you?"
This is so exciting! Nan Yan felt like this person was possessed by some demon, constantly coaxing and tempting her until she completely lost her mind.
Nan Yan really felt that just listening to what this person said was very exciting. If it were a normal person, how could he control himself? Nan Yan was also unable to bear the teasing. She grabbed his fingers with her backhand and said in a trembling voice:
"But I don't like you, how can I marry..."
Before I could finish my words, I heard the other party's quick reply, "It doesn't matter, as long as you are willing to marry me, as long as you are willing to give me a chance, we will be together and one day we will fall in love with each other."
He has this confidence. He doesn't think he is a bad person, nor does he think he is inferior to He Mian. What's more, Yanyan does not have no feelings for him at all.
Now that he had said this, there seemed to be no reason for her to refuse. After all, she and He Mian had already broken up and they were both single. Why couldn't she agree to him?
After struggling and struggling for countless times, Nan Yan finally couldn't help but nodded. She looked at him with a dazed look and said:
"Okay, I agree..."
Before she could finish her words, the man opposite her could no longer restrain himself and kissed her, his movements were even more eager and anxious than her, and he tugged at the buttons on her collar with a big swing. The kiss lasted for a long time, entwining her neck, and in the end his lips were numb and he almost suffocated her to death.
Nan Yan now witnessed the tyranny of Boss Zhong. She didn't know when she was picked up by her. The shower in the bathroom was still on. Nan Yan was pressed against the marble tile wall behind her. The cool touch made her body tremble slightly, but it also brought her an inexplicable comfort.
Nan Yan pressed herself against the wall, trying to absorb the slightest cool touch, but before she could feel it for three seconds, someone pressed her shoulders again.
Boss Zhong kissed her twice more on the lips, bent his long legs forward, and squeezed them between his knees easily and familiarly, then kissed her neck and asked, "Do you want it inside or outside?"
Nan Yan finally reacted this time. She looked up and saw that there was a bathroom inside. It was big, but there was not even a bed. There was a bed outside. But she heard that it was quite comfortable in the water. Nan Yan didn't say anything, but rested her head on his shoulder and rubbed his neck gently, meaning that it was up to him.
The clothes of both of them were completely wet. Boss Zhong untied the belt neatly, reached for the large towel on the shelf, wrapped the person with the towel, and then picked her up, whispering in her ear, "Then let's go outside. Don't try any tricks for the first time. The floor is too wet. You won't be able to stand and you'll fall easily."
Nan Yan just wanted to curse at this, damn, this bastard knows so much, what else does he want to play?
Later, it was proved that Boss Zhong really knew a lot of tricks. He was determined to squeeze her dry. When she saw his long, beautiful fingers before, she never thought he could be so flexible.
He also held her wrist and whispered shamelessly in her ear, "You are not ready yet. You can't be impulsive for the first time. You will get hurt if you are too anxious. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
Nan Yan stretched out her foot to kick him, but was caught by someone again.
After saying this, Boss Zhong looked at her micro-expressions again, controlling the rhythm and timing. When Nan Yan's emotions had collapsed to the point where she could no longer control herself, he lowered his head and kissed the soft and tender skin behind her ear, his voice became increasingly hoarse, "Do you want a blowjob? It should be more comfortable. Can I help you?"
Nan Yan bit his neck and spat, "Asshole, go away, I don't want you anymore."
The next second, the sound was sucked into pieces, and she could no longer sob. Tears kept falling from her eyes, flowing into her hair and dripping onto the pillowcase. She cried and made a fuss, begging for mercy and cursing.
On the other side, when He Mian arrived at the club and finally understood what happened tonight, he raised his hand and grabbed the manager next to him and asked him, "Where is the person?"
The manager explained in a trembling voice that Mr. Zhong had already taken people to the top floor suite. They had been there for a while and had even called a doctor, but the doctor never arrived. The two of them didn't know what had happened on the top floor.
He Mian threw away the manager who was holding him tightly, turned around and ran upstairs. The most urgent thing now was to find Yanyan. All other things could be settled later.
He had never been so nervous and worried before, fearing that he would be too late and something bad would happen to Yanyan!
It was only at this moment that he truly realized what he was thinking. Yanyan was much more important to him than he had expected. He would even be fine with marrying her.
If they had to get married sooner or later, why couldn't he marry her? He tried hard to convince himself that Yanyan would be fine, but the panic, regret, and uneasiness that kept surging in his heart, as well as those complicated and chaotic emotions, almost overwhelmed him.
He Mian rushed to the top floor in one breath like a madman, his breathing becoming more and more heavy. He felt his palms were full of sweat, and the clothes on his back were also soaked with sweat.
He didn't know what he was afraid of and nervous about, but he just felt uneasy. His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his footsteps were as rapid and chaotic as his heartbeat.
At the same time, several other people came. It was Zhong Ling's assistant who finally arrived with Dr. Zhou.
He Mian saw that the door of the suite was tightly closed. He subconsciously took out the room card from his pocket. After opening the door, he heard the hoarse sobbing of a girl coming from the master bedroom. The sound was intermittent and almost out of tune, and there was also the sound of another man losing control.
He Mian staggered, and all the color drained from his face.
He only heard it for a moment and knew what was happening in the bedroom.
The assistant and doctor behind him wanted to come over to help, but He Mian violently kicked the door shut. The people outside didn't know what was going on. They only saw him standing stiffly with a pale face, and yelling at the people outside, "Get out!"
He Mian felt that his patience had reached its limit. His eyes were red and it seemed as if something was about to burst out from behind his eyes. There was a sudden tearing pain in his chest, and it was so painful that his breathing stopped.
Does he know what the people inside are doing?
Do you know who is in there?
But how could he do this? How could he do this to Yanyan at this time?
He Mian clenched his fingers tightly, the back of his hands were tense, and veins on his neck emerged. He stood stiffly in the living room, staring at the bedroom across the door. He heard obscene, seductive voices, as well as crying and gasping sounds coming from there.
All these sounds gathered together, making He Mian's fingers pinch tighter and tighter, until finally, a bright red appeared at the corners of his eyes, followed by a shameful reaction in his body, which made him feel disgusting and terrible.
He Mian felt as if his chest was stung by a poisonous bee. It was a slight sting at first, but then it became so intense that it was hard to ignore and almost unbearable. In the end, the pain was so severe that his chest was numb. Whenever he heard that sound, he would feel more and more pain.
But he just stood stiffly and stubbornly in the room, as if torturing himself, and refused to move even a step away.
The two people in the house were completely immersed in the emotions of the moment and had no idea what was happening outside. Even if they knew, they couldn't care less now.
Zhong Ling grabbed the person in the quilt who was completely unconscious and put him in his arms. Nan Yan cried until her voice became hoarse and she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
But this person was like a clockwork, from being gentle and restrained at the beginning to completely out of control in the end.
It was like hand-kneaded ceramic clay, completely stuck together into a ball [deleted], and then seemed to melt into a pool of warm water, [changed] difficult to separate, [changed] also impossible to separate, [gone] and in the end was completely blasted to pieces [all deleted].
Nan Yan had completely lost consciousness and was crying without any idea what was happening. She was only responding to the other party's actions with a little bit of her body's instinct.
She was dazed and could only hear that familiar voice coaxing her hoarsely beside her ear, "It's almost there, it's all right, don't cry, okay? Yanyan, be good, open up, um, open a little more."
Zhong Ling held her waist, rubbed her face, interlocked their fingers, and wanted to kiss her lips, as if he wanted to imprint her completely in his heart, while a certain corner of his heart was filled with great joy and admiration.
Yanyan like this belongs to him alone. In the future they will get married and be together, just like today, for a very long time to come.
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