Will the plagiarism girl be a substitute for the preference for women?

Xiangzi stopped talking and didn't ask Qiannai if she had done anything while she was asleep. She felt it wasn't good to keep suspecting others because of a dream.

However, she still had some questions and curiosity about the concept of mania, because she noticed something special while reading the book.

"When you have a manic episode, do you have strong thoughts about that area?" Xiangzi asked tactfully.

Chika smiled knowingly, "So you were worried I'd have a manic episode in that situation..."

She frankly added, "Indeed, the excitement and euphoria during a manic episode are multifaceted. Besides the lack of sleep, appetite, shopping desire, creative desire... and whatever you're thinking about, all become very aggressive."

Xiangzi recalled the time when Qianna tackled him in the music room and insisted that he be her manager.

What would happen if we had firmly refused at that point...?

"Can you control yourself?" Xiangzi asked calmly, without showing any panic or anxiety.

“You can control it.” Chika explained with experience, “You can suppress the thought first, and then shift your attention to something else, such as exercise.”

Last time I got drunk with Su Shi, I woke up in the middle of the night and had to resist the urge to wake her up. I went outside and ran to release my emotions.

China continued.

"As for you, I have always regarded you as my sister, using this moral constraint to lock away the beast in my heart."

"However, if you're not comfortable living with me, you should get another place to live."

Xiangzi felt it was unnecessary: ​​"No, I trust you."

……

After drying her hair and cleaning herself, China changed into a hospital gown and walked out of the bathroom.

Shoko, who came out of the bathroom early, was still wearing Haneoka's school uniform, but she wasn't wearing a headband and had her hair down like China.

They all looked at the somewhat narrow single hospital bed and the three-seater sofa next to it.

"If I sleep on the sofa, I'll have back pain in the morning. If I sleep in a hospital bed, it'll be too crowded... and I might wake up with the same problem."

Chika reminded him, seemingly insisting that Shoko have a room to herself so she could get a good night's rest.

After all, she wasn't wearing a safety rope, and there was no guarantee what might happen that night.

Xiangzi remained unmoved as he lay back on the sofa, shifted his body slightly, and made a brief comment.

"It's alright, I should be fine sleeping through the night."

Knowing that China would have restless impulses during her manic episodes, she calmly chose to sleep here, as if she had a well-developed set of "defense mechanisms."

Just a moment after being enveloped by the softness of the sofa, drowsiness washed over me again.

The sofa is definitely much more comfortable to sleep on than the tatami mat in that rented room. The sealed windows prevent night drafts from getting in, and the ventilation system keeps the place from feeling stuffy.

Coupled with a cold and fatigue, Xiangzi closed his eyes and couldn't even muster the strength to speak quickly, only managing to utter a weak sentence.

"I'm going to take a nap. Dad will wake me up after his surgery... Don't ask... about our relationship."

Before he finished speaking, Xiangzi fell asleep.

"Because you don't want us to just be sisters... but rather to pursue that indescribable level?"

China murmured softly beside her.

"But if the relationship isn't defined, the chains that restrain my manic desires might not hold together properly..."

She gently covered Xiangzi with the Tsukimori school uniform she had changed out of.

Then, looking at Xiangzi's sleeping face, a mischievous thought popped into Qianna's mind.

She took an eyeliner out of her bag and aimed it at the corner of Xiangzi's right eye.

"No, no..." Thinking of the unnecessary trouble she might encounter later, China restrained her enthusiasm.

Just then, the nurse knocked on the door.

This did not wake Xiangzi, but it made Qiannai quickly put the eyeliner aside and rush to the door.

After the nurse opened the door, she handed Chika her bedtime medication and informed her that Mr. Toyokawa had been transferred to a ward and his vital signs were stable.

"With quetiapine, Xiangzi should be able to get a good night's sleep," Qiannai said with a sigh of relief.

She walked up to Xiangzi and called out twice, but he seemed to be fast asleep.

She planned to shake Xiangzi awake, but a sudden thought made her give up on doing so.

To be precise, it was a restlessness.

"You can get a good night's sleep now."

"I found another way to distract myself."

China threw quetiapine onto the bedside table.

Next, I used concealer to cover up my beauty mark.

Then, she picked up Xiangzi's hairband and styled her hair.

She turned off the room light, went into the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror.

"Substitute?"

“A substitute,” answered the other self in the mirror.

Chapter 132 What are you doing?

"Why is it still a TV series...?"

After sleeping for more than half an hour, Xiangzi suddenly woke up, muttering complaints about his dream.

The sound of raindrops coming from the glass window indicated that it was raining again outside, though much less than the previous downpour.

Apart from a sliver of light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, the room was almost completely dark, and Xiangzi subconsciously thought it was past midnight.

But when I checked the time on my phone, it was only 9:30.

Did they turn off the lights early so I could get some sleep...?

Not only that, Xiangzi also noticed that he was covered with a piece of clothing to prevent himself from getting cold.

Although he couldn't see clearly in the darkness, Xiangzi touched the material of the clothes and knew it was the uniform he wore in junior high school.

"Qianna?"

Xiangzi called out towards the head of the bed, but received no response.

She got up and approached the hospital bed, shining the faint light from the screen towards the head of the bed, only to see that the neatly folded blankets on the bed were not unfolded.

There were only some medicines in plastic bags, labeled to be taken before bed.

She's not taking her medication right now...

"Qianna!"

Xiangzi raised his voice, but received no response.

Her heart started racing, and she realized that the reason China wasn't indoors was because her symptoms had flared up again.

She recalled that China had said that during a manic episode, she would use exercise to distract herself and release her emotions.

It's raining outside, and the inpatient department has a gym. No matter what, China wouldn't go out and get soaked in the rain just to run, otherwise it would be very worrying.

Let's make a call and confirm first.

"Buzzing..."

Xiangzi heard the cell phone vibrate in the bathroom, followed by a scream.

"Qianna?"

Xiangzi walked into the bathroom and turned the doorknob, only to find that the door was locked.

"What are you doing?"

"I...I'm taking a shower!"

China immediately came up with an excuse, then turned on the faucet in the sink, and the sound of running water immediately filled the air.

Xiangzi originally wanted to ask, "Didn't you already wash it?", but considering that Qianna was a germaphobe, it made sense that she felt she hadn't washed properly and wanted to wash it again.

Xiangzi then said, "Are you done? I need to use the restroom."

"Okay, almost done!"

After responding, China tried to move her body, only to find that her lower limbs were numb. She had been kneeling on either side of the sink for quite some time.

Combined with the excessive amount of exercise, she was exhausted and nearly fell as she dragged her trembling legs down from the sink.

She then repeatedly scooped up water with both hands to wash the concealer off her beauty mark, but after looking in the mirror, she found that the effect was not good.

Why is it waterproof?

China hurriedly applied some facial cleanser to her fingertips while repeatedly rubbing it onto the concealer.

Although the effect was not ideal, it was still managed to remove the beauty mark, and the original tear mole gradually became visible again.

Suddenly, she looked in the mirror and realized the crisis wasn't completely over.

Xiangzi had just had a beauty mark secretly applied to his eye. She had put the idea aside, but soon picked it up again.

When Xiangzi goes to the toilet, he will definitely notice it when he passes by the mirror or when he washes his hands!

Calm down... calm down...

China pressed her chest, took deep breaths to calm herself down, and thought of an emergency plan.

Got it!

She turned off the exhaust fan and then turned the tap temperature to the maximum.

Immediately afterwards, she turned the showerhead in the bathroom to the highest water temperature.

Steam rose from the bathroom, and a layer of mist adhered to the mirror, blurring everything reflected in it.

It should be okay now...

After turning off the water, putting on her clothes, removing her hairband and putting it in her pocket, China shook her hair, prepared a calm and composed expression, and opened the door.

"Sorry, it's been a long wait."

Xiangzi looked at the steam rising from the bathroom and asked in confusion:

Why isn't the exhaust fan on?

"Um... I've discovered I kind of like the feeling of being in a sauna," China said with a forced smile.

Xiangzi sighed: "I'm glad you didn't faint."

China walked out of the restroom, while Shoko went in.

During this time, China put the hairband back in its original place.

Thankfully, the lights had been turned off beforehand, otherwise Xiangzi would have quickly noticed that his headband was missing when he woke up.

She then immediately opened the medicine on the bed, put it in her mouth, and drank some water.

Next, we can only pray that when Xiangzi washes his hands, he won't accidentally wipe away the condensation on the mirror.

…………

When Xiangzi came out of the bathroom, the lights in the ward were already on, and Qiannai was standing in front of the door waiting.

"Haven't you washed enough yet?" Xiangzi asked, not surprised.

China glanced at the mirror, which was still fogged up with tears, and breathed a sigh of relief before changing the subject:

"I think you have something you want to ask me."

“Indeed,” Xiangzi glanced at his phone again. “How’s my dad’s surgery going?”

"The nurse told me that I've been moved to a ward and my condition has stabilized."

China said apologetically again,

I wanted you to get some rest, so I didn't wake you up.

This was exactly what Xiangzi had expected.

She didn't blame her, but gently took China's arm and said, "It's okay, go to bed early."

Compared to not waking her up in time, Shoko was already relieved that China didn't go to her father to ask about their relationship.