Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"call--"

"call--"

"call--"

Gasping for breath, An Lan looked at the open elevator doors with a hint of regret in her eyes.

He originally intended to arrive at the warehouse as soon as possible during the "contamination period".

If you drink the "Sensitivity Drug" in the "Morgue," you should be able to see the true face of the "Hanging Man," or enter the real "Warehouse."

pity!

Given the speed of the pollution just now, this operation is simply impossible.

"Why..."

"Going to the [warehouse] now would instantly corrupt the value by -15, so it's unnecessary..."

Shaking her head, An Lan gripped the medical record in her arms and strode back to the ward.

......

[Qingshan Mental Hospital - Ward]

Yuwen Ji watched with an exaggerated expression as Yang Zhenzhen continuously kneaded An Lan's bedding. Her long, slender legs alternated between draping the bedding over her thighs and tightly wrapping it around her neck...

Well...

How do you interpret this scene...?

Why do I feel like Yang Zhenzhen is a crazy woman?

"Tap tap tap—"

but!

As footsteps sounded at the ward door, Yang Zhenzhen, who had been trembling and clutching the blankets, instantly switched to a "battle face"! She jumped up from the bed, stood in front of the bed with an icy expression, and looked towards the door.

"You're back..."

With her usual cold tone, Yang Zhenzhen looked at An Lan at the door with a chilling gaze, as if she hadn't done anything.

An Lan didn't find anything, but under Yuwen Ji's extremely strange gaze, she slowly took out her medical record.

"Here you go—"

"Found it..."

He handed the medical record to Yang Zhenzhen, who glanced at it and raised an eyebrow slightly: "You did it again! No wonder I chose you..."

【drop--】

Yang Zhenzhen's favorability +15!

[Current favorability rating: 65!]

"Oh, right..."

"What kind of reward are you talking about?"

An Lan was genuinely curious about what extra reward Yang Zhenzhen would give.

Unexpected!

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhenzhen hurriedly put away the medical records, a blush quickly spreading across her ears. She took out another bottle of [Sensitivity Potion] from her pocket, placed it in An Lan's hand, and then scanned the entire ward...

next moment!

Yang Zhenzhen's cold gaze fell upon Yuwen Ji: "You! Get out! I'm going to treat the patient's ailment according to the medical record! Get out now! Immediately!!!"

The unquestionable command rang out, and Yuwen Ji's face instantly turned icy cold.

He climbed out of bed, his gaze sweeping suspiciously back and forth between Yang Zhenzhen and An Lan. He had a feeling that what Yang Zhenzhen meant by "symptom recovery" might not be such a simple matter...

"snort--"

"An Lan...you're something else! If I'm not mistaken, you used [Contamination] to enter the [laboratory], right?"

"You managed to come back alive? You used a [sanity potion]?"

"Let me give you a piece of advice... the [Sensitivity Potion] has many other uses. If you want to get out of here alive, you'd better keep this vial..."

"Aren't you going to get lost?!"

Yuwen Ji clearly wanted to mock An Lan a few more times, but as Yang Zhenzhen's voice grew increasingly cold, he only dared to lower his head and quickly walk out of the ward.

"Tap tap tap—"

After the sound of footsteps receding into the distance, Yang Zhenzhen walked to the front of the ward and slowly closed the door.

"Da da da—"

Yang Zhenzhen walked towards An Lan with her long, slender legs crossed, her high heels clattering. She remained silent, but her face flushed unusually, and the corners of her mouth gradually curled up.

"Zhenzhen... what you call 'symptom repair,' is... is..."

An Lan couldn't figure out what Yang Zhenzhen was up to.

"Clatter—"

The other woman sat casually on the edge of her bed, slowly removing her high heels. Her long, slender legs extended onto the bed, and Yang Zhenzhen gazed at An Lan, her hands moving to her inner thighs as she rustled off her white stockings...

Her fair and delicate legs stretched across the bed, Yang Zhenzhen fidgeted with them, her lips moist, "I...I want to..."

......

At the same time!

Inside Anlan's first-person perspective live stream room.

[Living by the sea and loving surfing: Holy crap! Holy crap! This...this can't be the 'medical care' scenario I'm thinking of, can it? It's only daytime! How can it be this exciting?!]

[Zhouchi City Eaves Ancestor: Fast forward! Skip the plot! Huh? Where's my fast forward button?!]

[Peppa Pig: The plot points you skipped before will be made up for elsewhere! Now, you've made up for them!]

[Hakimi North and South Green Beans: Holy crap! I always thought this guy was just messing around, is he really going to be a 'Ghost Rider' now?]

What's there to be afraid of? If you're bold enough, you can get maternity leave in a bizarre way!

[Okay, okay! Let her give birth! Let her give birth!!!]

【...】

The barrage of comments exploded like never before!

Even Hou Yong and Liu Xuan, who were watching the live stream, were staring intently at the screen.

"You mean...he...he can't really do that, right?"

"Well..."

"Until now, it seems no one has ever had any dealings with the strange things in the [Instance]... Is this guy's [Talent]... really that amazing?"

"Sizzle—"

"Sizzle sizzle—"

Just as millions of eyes were glued to the screen, the live stream went black, displaying the message: "[Special status, currently unable to broadcast]".

[Damn! I'll just become a VIP! I'll do it!]

[Damn director, are you watching this all by yourself?!]

【...】

The barrage of comments exploded once again!

......

Before the bed, Yang Zhenzhen rubbed her thighs and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

She lowered her body, her eyes burning as she looked at An Lan: "I want to..."

"you..."

An Lan swallowed hard, just about to move closer to Yang Zhenzhen, when she saw the other woman deftly pull a pair of black stockings from her chest: "I want... you to put on some compression stockings for me..."

"what?"

"Oh...I see..."

A sense of regret inexplicably filled my heart.

An Lan stared at the black stockings in Yang Zhenzhen's hand and took them from her.

Are you worried about not dressing well?

As she got out of bed and squatted down, An Lan smoothed out the black stockings with both hands and put them on Yang Zhenzhen's feet.

"No..."

"It's not that I'm afraid I won't look good..."

"I...I wanted to try...what it would feel like if a man...a man put tights on me..."

"..."

The sound of those words was so faint it was barely audible.

An Lan subconsciously looked up at Yang Zhenzhen, whose head was down, her face showing only nervousness, shyness, and anticipation. Her usual cold demeanor was completely gone.

"Is that so?"

"Rustling sound—"

The soft black stockings slipped onto the other man's smooth feet, and the moment his large hand grasped her small feet, Yang Zhenzhen's body inexplicably trembled.

"Why?"

Yang Zhenzhen's favorability +5!

Are you ticklish?

"Rustling sound—"

His fingers, hooked around the stockings, slid down Yang Zhenzhen's calves to her thighs, as if caressing a crystal-clear jade wall.

"Ugh—"

With her face flushed, Yang Zhenzhen kept her head down and remained silent, while An Lan heard the system notifications continuously: [Yang Zhenzhen's favorability +5, Yang Zhenzhen's favorability +5!]

[Current favorability rating: 75 points!]

[A new CG has been unlocked. Play it now?]