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Chapter 337: Dream(1/2)

The doctors studied for a long time and took the film of her brain to observe and discuss.

After a long time, the doctor asked Mo Niannian, "Ms. Mo, could this... be... thinking about something at night and dreaming about it during the day?"

It means that she has been single for too long.

Mo Niannian glared at them, "No, I can guarantee that I really feel it."

The doctors gathered together to study for a long time.

Finally, they sent a representative to talk to Mo Niannian.

"The nerves and functions of the brain are so complex that we still haven't been able to fully explore them. Your case itself is a miracle."

"So, maybe the sensory nerves are really abnormal."

"Then what should I do now? Is there any medicine?"

They couldn't even understand what Mo Niannian was like and what it meant. How could there be any medicine?

I can only suggest that you observe it first before speaking.

Mo Niannian walked out of the hospital with another debt added to the already huge debt.

If it weren't for the fact that the doctor at the hospital felt so pitiful about her and had been lying in the hospital for so long without anyone seeing her, she would have been exempted from part of the fee.

At the same time, it will not be too late to pay her back once she has money.

In fact, there was something else that Mo Niannian had not told the doctor.

Even in the hospital, she felt the cool breath close to her.

Occasionally, something sticky and wet crossed her face.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch it, but there was nothing.

She planned to listen to the doctor and ignore it.

If you don't pay attention to this feeling, it might disappear over time.

With this thought in mind, she completely ignored the strange phenomena around her.

Feeling an unusual touch on your body?

It doesn't matter, there is something wrong with my sensory nerves.

Someone is kissing her or licking her?

It doesn't matter, there is still something wrong with my sensory nerves.

The sofa next to me was dented a bit, and the things on the table moved slightly.

It doesn't matter, there is probably something wrong with the optic nerve.

Mo Niannian forced himself to hypnotize himself, ignoring all the strange images around him.

However, things around me are becoming more and more demanding.

He got into her bed openly and stayed close to her.

What I dream about every night is all kinds of beautiful scenes.

Various scenes and poses.

Only people are the same.

She couldn't see clearly what that person looked like.

But she was sure that she must know him.

Mo Niannian couldn't bear the "Ye Ye Sheng Ge", the bags under his eyes fell on the bridge of his nose, and he felt like falling asleep even sitting in his seat.

She seemed like a ghost whose essence had been sucked.

But the strange thing is that the recovery speed of her wounds has increased again.

Every time I go to the hospital for a check-up, the doctors’ eyes are very intense.

I wanted to have her dissected and examined on the spot.

Mo Niannian is simply a medical miracle.

Mo Niannian didn't have the heart to think about this. She just wanted to find out what was going on.

It is too far-fetched to attribute everything to sensory nerve abnormalities.

Something else appeared inexplicably on the bedside.

The messy room becomes tidy.

Early one morning, Mo Niannian got up and saw a plate of morning floating towards her.

After falling in front of her, her psychological defense completely collapsed.

Is this his mother's neurosensory disorder?

Speak up, don't let others believe it, she doesn't believe it either.

After breakfast was placed in front of her, the cool breath came closer to Mo Niannian. She could feel that it was very close to her.

Almost leaning on her.

There was a wet feeling on my neck again.

If you listen carefully, you can occasionally hear a gentle licking sound.

Mo Niannian turned his head and looked in a certain direction, "Who are you?"

What about trusting science?

There are actually ghosts in this world!!!

Why did she talk about this world? Mo Niannian couldn't figure it out for a while.

The thing of unknown species stopped for a moment, and not long after, it approached Mo Niannian again.

He licked the tip of Mo Niannian's ear.

The tips of Mo Nian Nian's ears were wet.

Soon, he seemed to reach out and wipe Mo Niannian's earlobe.

It felt so good that he couldn't put it down.

Then, he started to play with the tip of Mo Niannian's ear.

One after another.

The attitude is intimate and ambiguous.

Mo Niannian's earlobes turned a large amount of red, and even his neck was dyed a layer of pink.

Mo Niannian stretched out his hand to wave him away, but his wave was in vain.

Mo Niannian, "..."

She endures.

This thing has no ill intentions towards her.

Not sure what his purpose was.

"What's your name? We've known each other before?"

The thing didn't answer her and held her earlobe in its mouth again.

After licking for a while, he shifted his position and noticed her neck.

There is a large tattoo on his neck.

Unfortunately, I was injured and couldn't see the original pattern clearly.

Mo Niannian only knew it was a complicated pattern.

Just looking at it this way, it's okay.

Originally, Mo Niannian had a bad temper.

Encountering such a problem again, she completely turned cold, "Who are you? What is your purpose?"

If he does this again, she will really be rude!

The moist breath pressed against her neck, and something cold touched her.

Little by little, it spread all over the body.

It was obviously cold, but it made her whole body start to heat up, feeling like ice and fire.

Whenever that cold, wet thing came into contact with her, it would cause her to tremble.

"Come out! I'm only going to say it for the last time." Mo Niannian was completely angry.

The thing she couldn't see and didn't know what it was disappeared.

He should have left the room, because the temperature in the room instantly returned to over 30 degrees.
To be continued...
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