Xin Zhixia's hands were about the same height as hers, and she had the slender fingers among her peers.
But some genetically determined physical differences in humans are unavoidable.
For example, right now.
Xin Zhixia had paid attention to the hand from Phytolacca, but had never compared it with her own hand.
It was more slender than her hand, with well-defined joints.
What made her even more speechless was that the back of the other person's hand was as white and red as her palm.
But the contrast is not too tragic. She is Bai's health, and he is Bai's illness.
Two hands, one big and one small.
Suppose the other party's hand deliberately finds the right angle and then covers her hand.
Xin Zhixia had no doubt that she would not be able to see her hands.
Xin Zhixia, who had been distracted all the way back, suddenly realized the content of the conversation between the two.
"Use a honey trap", "Try it and see".
Combined with Phytolacca's actions at this moment.
"???"
Xin Zhixia's eyes couldn't help but widen, and her pupils shrank in shock.
For a moment, he just kept moving and stayed in place.
My brain shut down for a moment.
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Shanglun believes that his control of emotions and expression management are very up to standard.
This is a survival skill he learned from childhood to college.
In any case, he didn't see this as a disadvantage.
Even though Tang Sen made suggestions to him more than once, he always said the right thing and the wrong thing, and emphasized it over and over again.
"When people live in this world, they naturally want to enjoy themselves in time, so why do they have to be so tired! Emotional control and expression management can be used only when needed. This happens every day, to everyone, and it doesn't matter if you are really like this. No, you are not such a person!"
In short, Phytolacca nodded perfunctorily in agreement.
Then he acted as two people in front of Tang Sen and in front of outsiders.
After coming to the dead space, this technique made him feel like a fish in water.
Shangluca believes that since it is beneficial to him, it is not a shortcoming or a bad thing.
But now, Phytolacca thinks he has lost some of his abilities.
Shang Lu looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, wearing glasses and staring at him with interest.
He was a little panicked.
There was a hint of cunning in Xin Yi's eyes.
His eyes were focused, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there was a flame called passion in his eyes.
"I am the light in your life now."
As soon as Xin Yi said these words, Shang Lu wanted to give her a helpless smile in return.
He was somewhat sober and understood that Xin Yi was making him lose control of his expression.
Or maybe she wanted to tease him and see his other expressions.
But on the other hand, Shang Lu's mind was a little out of control, and he tried hard to analyze the meaning of Xin Yi's words.
He actually felt that Xin Yi was right.
Shanglu recalled his past, those days and nights in the ward.
Are doctors the saviors of patients? That's right.
Xin Yi is a doctor and he is a patient.
Now she has become a light in his life. That's right.
Just like when the door opened and the curtains were drawn, Xin Yi naturally entered his field of vision.
She did come to him with light, or rather it was the light she brought.
Standing there with the sun behind her, she was a light in his life.
So Shang Lu stared at Xin Yi for a long time, unable to easily shift his gaze, and he didn't seem to want to shift his gaze.
It wasn't until Xin Yi turned around that Shang Lu suddenly came back to his senses.
I am clearly aware that I have a major psychological problem now.
He recalled the name of the copy: [Elimination of Patients at Mellie Hospital].
His hands couldn't help but clench the quilt tightly, and he made sure that in terms of role setting, he was a patient and not a patient.
But Phytolacca could not deceive himself, saying that the current situation was normal.
He suspected he was sick.
Possibly a patient.
But he didn't understand. What kind of disease was this?
The most frightening thing is that apart from thinking about this, Phytolacca is now most concerned about the reaction of the person in front of him.
Xin Yi is a doctor and a player.
Assuming she knew she was a patient, would she have eliminated him in the next second?
Shangluca had a lot of thoughts in his heart and his mood was extremely complicated.
The thought of this being the case makes me sad.
Shang Lu was thinking in his heart while communicating with Xin Yi.
"How can we prevent Xin Yi from noticing this?"
"Xin Yi probably doesn't like others lying to her or backstabbing her. She probably likes others to be honest with her and treat her without reservation."
"Xin Yi's goal is to make it impossible for me to successfully pass the level. It shouldn't be to make myself fail to pass the level."
"Then if I try to hide this information, does that mean I'm cheating on her?"
"When Xin Yi took the initiative to realize this, she must be very unhappy, and she would definitely think that I was stabbing her in the back."
My mind is filled with all kinds of considerations.
Shang Lu was confused about what to do, and even thought it would be better to tell the person in front of him directly.
Before he could make a decision, Phytolacca reacted the next second.
In the last second, Xin Yi was repeating the conversation between the two four hours ago.
Shanglun's heartbeat quickened, and a faint blush appeared on his face.
"She can actually remember our conversation so clearly?"
Xin Yi must have cared about the content of their conversation, so he remembered it so clearly.
So, the moment Shang Lu saw Xin Yi reaching out to him, he didn't hesitate at all and couldn't help but put his hand on it.
Seeing the two people's hands together, Phytolacca blinked in a trance.
His eyes were a little surprised, and he asked himself repeatedly in his mind.
"This move is a bit impulsive and too presumptuous. Xin Yi won't be unhappy, right?"
He glanced at his own hands, and then carefully observed Xin Yi's hands.
She didn't take back her hand, so it probably wasn't presumptuous.
Shanglu's heart was racing, with a hint of joy.
The next second.
"Snapped--"
The pain on the back of Phytolacca's hand came along with the loud sound.
His eyes were stunned, and he raised his eyes to look at Xin Yi.
His eyes were slightly red, and there was pain on the back of his hand, but he did not withdraw his hand subconsciously.
He just stubbornly maintained his original actions.
Xin Zhixia's expression had not yet calmed down. She raised her head slightly and grinned in the direction of Phytolacca.
"You're done with the beauty trap? Are you going to play a slap-on-the-back game with me instead?"
Then he paused, stretched out his index finger and shook it, "I am the champion of the back-slapping game, you can't beat me."
After saying that, Xin Zhixia lowered her eyes and happened to see the back of someone's hand that was red, but it was still stretched out there motionless.
With an embarrassed look on his face, he finally looked directly into Phytolacca's eyes.
Then I noticed someone's eyes were a little red.
The silence was deafening.
She admitted that she was a little panicked just now.
So the attack was neither light nor heavy, maybe just a little bit harsh.
but……
Why does Phytolacca look like this? Are you addicted to playing the role of a sickly beauty?
The corner of Xin Zhixia's mouth twitched, she held her forehead, then raised her eyebrows and asked seriously.
"Phytolacca, are you possessed by evil spirits?"
Originally, she was joking and didn't expect the pokeweed on the opposite side to cooperate.
As a result, Phytolacca actually nodded seriously.
"I fell into your trap."
