The clinic was dimly lit by candlelight at night. After another familiar attack by a patient, the entire clinic was silent, with only the scattered limbs revealing the ferocity of the attack.
At this moment, the players in the ward dared not breathe, trembling and huddled under the covers, not daring to move.
The rules at the entrance were explained to them upon entry: the doctor at this clinic could treat them, but was also a dangerous individual.
During the day, that person seemed so gentle and understanding; it was as if all the beautiful words in the world could not be enough to describe him.
Beautiful, delicate, and gentle, he possesses an extremely alluring quality. Just by sitting there, even with the rules and warnings, one can't help but want to get closer.
But just a few minutes ago, a riot broke out in the entire clinic. That seemingly weak creature transformed into a strange cat and slaughtered all the patients with illnesses.
A white cat, covered in blood, crouched in the dark corridor, with a horrifying scene of corpses and blood behind it.
His fluffy tail drooped lazily in the pool of blood, swaying gently, but if any sound came near, it would not hesitate to open its claws and tear the person to pieces.
It's still a monster, even if it seems gentle and even if it helps the player, its existence is still dangerous.
The players still alive in the room trembled with fear and immediately became alert, classifying the room as a dangerous enemy.
"Doctor!" The little paper figure from the other end of the corridor dragged over a large broom and skillfully swept away the bits of flesh around it. "I've already prepared the water! Doctor, you can go and wash up now."
The white cat swished its tail, casually licked its paws, got up, and walked to its room, leaving behind bloody paw prints.
A basin of steaming water was placed in the room, with clean clothes folded next to it.
Instead of jumping directly into the basin, the white cat turned around, pried open a cabinet in the room with its paws, poked its head inside, and pulled out a small, densely stitched rag doll.
He carefully placed the doll on the edge of the basin before slowly entering it to wash off the bloodstains.
Throughout the cleaning process, he would occasionally peek out and rub against the doll by the basin, as if the person resembling the doll were right beside him, cleaning its fur as usual, and then tirelessly praising its beautiful fur in a clear voice, expressing his fondness for it.
If you like him... why haven't you contacted him for a while?
Players must have their own things to do, let alone a human like him who always exudes enthusiasm for life. There must be more important things in this little world than just him.
Thinking about it, the wet cat poked its head out again and gently nibbled at the plush toy.
The white cat slowly transformed into a human form in mid-air, its wet fur hanging down, turning into long hair draped over its damp shoulders.
Mu He grabbed a change of clothes and casually draped them over himself. He traced the eyebrows and eyes of the little doll in his palm with his fingers, then kissed it. A tingling warmth rose in his empty chest, while at the same time, it felt as if he were being pulled taut by a string.
He hadn't felt this way in a long time, and for a moment he couldn't quite figure out what this feeling was.
Mu He didn't dwell on her emotions. After holding the small doll in her mouth, she casually buttoned up her long robe.
He had just finished dressing and was about to tidy his long hair when an unusual emotion suddenly rose in his chest, seemingly urgent and tense.
"Entering a dungeon again?" Mu He asked, as if it were commonplace. Holding the plush toy, she got up and walked towards the cabinet.
Zhong Mu gets nervous every time he enters a dungeon, and this feeling has been transmitted back and forth many times during this period.
He seemed to be constantly going in and out of dungeons, very busy.
It would be wonderful if you could take some time to visit yourself.
Just as the idea came to mind, a muffled thud suddenly came from the main entrance of the clinic, as if the door had been opened forcefully.
Immediately afterwards, the little paper figure's cursing voice rang out, "What are you doing here! You actually know how to come?! No! What are you doing here! Get out of here!"
There is only one person who can make the little paper doll emit a high-frequency shout as soon as they meet.
Zhong Mu walked in confidently, even confronting the little paper figure with great self-assurance, "The doctor missed me! I came to see you!"
"Pah! Why would the doctor miss you! Get lost! Don't disturb the doctor's rest!" the little paper doll yelled, grabbing its big spoon again.
Zhong Mu dodged and ran, shouting, "The doctor missed me! I could feel it!"
His dodging skills became increasingly proficient. With a few quick leaps and bounds, he avoided the short-legged paper figure and swiftly reached Mu He's door. He knocked on the door, somewhat nervously but politely, "Doctor! Are you asleep?! I've come to see you!"
A warm yet slightly nervous voice came from outside the door, almost instantly shattering the silence inside.
Mu He turned around and groped her way toward the door.
Before he even reached the door, he heard it open. In the darkness, a warm human hand grasped his fingers, and warmth flowed down his fingertips, covering his palm and interlocking their fingers.
The human's presence was pressed close, their breath hot and alluring. "Healer! I just came out of a dungeon, and I felt like you missed me, so you rushed back into this dungeon! Healer! I missed you! Did you miss me?"
Mu He looked up, his vision filled only with darkness, but in his mind he could already picture a cute human leaning close, begging for words of affection. The imagined scene made him unconsciously curl the corners of his lips. "Miss me? How much?"
"I really, really want to!" Zhong Mu said firmly, then sneakily moved closer and asked again, almost coquettishly, "The doctor hasn't said whether he misses me or not."
Mu He silently leaned forward a few inches, trying to pinpoint the other person's exact location in the darkness. "I've missed you. I miss you so much."
The person in front of him suddenly became breathless, and the feeling transmitted from his heart was extremely tense, as if he was about to explode.
"Doctor... you're too close..." Zhong Mu's voice trembled with nervousness, but Mu He still managed to catch the subtle swallowing sound in his throat.
He reached out and stroked the source of the sound, and sure enough, he touched the human Adam's apple, which trembled slightly with breathing, swallowing, or tension.
"Don't you like it?" Mu He's fingertips slid slightly along the movement of his Adam's apple.
"It's not that I don't like it…" Zhong Mu's voice still carried a hint of barely concealed glee, "It's just that the doctor is too close, and I'm a little nervous."
"Like this..." Mu He slowly dragged out the last syllable, then deliberately moved a little closer, almost feeling the other person's breath lingering around her nose. If one could see, it would be a very, very close distance, so close that the person in front of her would almost immediately tense up.
"Did you just come out of a dungeon? You seem to smell of blood..." Mu He slowly turned her head, sniffing lightly, gently brushing her nose against Zhong Mu's cheek, across his earlobe, and down to the crook of his neck. "Were you injured?"
"No, no... I'm pretty stable when I enter dungeons now." Zhong Mu's voice was confused and nervous, but more importantly, his heart was about to explode, almost overloaded because of the close proximity.
"Really?" With a soft voice of doubt, the finger that was pressed against Zhong Mu's Adam's apple slowly slid down. "Be good, don't move, let me check."
Zhong Mu pressed himself tightly against the door behind him, not moving at all, but his body was stiff.
Unrestrained hands groped haphazardly over his body because he couldn't see. Even through his clothes, the hand didn't seem to be checking; it was more like a deliberate, seductive touch that was trying to pluck at his heartstrings.
"Doctor..." Zhong Mu suppressed a low, restrained voice, grabbed Mu He's hand, and stopped his reckless provocation.
He stared intently at the person before him.
Mu He couldn't see much, so he could only rely on the feedback from the person in front of him to capture their emotions. Every breath and every word conveyed was an important piece of feedback.
But Zhong Mu could see it clearly and capture Mu He's appearance every second.
"Did you just take a shower, Doctor?" Zhong Mu tucked Mu He's wet hair behind his ear and helped him fasten his collar, which was undone and covered in white. "Let me dry your hair first, Doctor, then you can examine him later."
The room was dimly lit by candlelight, and the person in front of him was wet and looked pitiful. His disheveled and unguarded appearance was testing the limits of his patience.
Fearing the doctor might not like it, I had no choice but to speak up and call for a halt.
"Oh...okay then." Mu He's voice was languid, and he sounded a little disappointed, but this emotion only lasted for a moment. Then he returned to his gentle smile and quietly let Zhong Mu lead him back to sit down, where he let Zhong Mu take care of his long hair.
Throughout the process of drying her hair, Mu He played with the small Zhong Mu doll in her palm, pinching and touching it, and rubbing it against her cheek, making Zhong Mu behind her very envious.
For a fleeting moment, he longed to empathize with that little tattered doll, and he also longed to be held in the doctor's hands and kissed.
Zhong Mu was so jealous she almost twisted the towel in her hand into a pretzel.
"Have you been busy lately?" Hearing the person behind him fall silent and barely reveal any information, Mu He slowly brought up a topic himself.
"Yeah! I want to clear the intermediate dungeon as soon as possible, so I can come to this dungeon to find the healer anytime, anywhere!" Zhong Mu nodded, glancing at the doll every now and then before continuing to dry his hair.
"So that's how it is." Mu He narrowed her eyes. So it was because of him that she was busy. She worked very hard to pass the level so that she could meet him freely. What an honest and lovely child.
Thinking about it, Mu He lowered her head, wanting to kiss the cute doll in her palm again.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and blocked him between himself and the doll.
Zhong Mu hesitated before saying, "Doctor...you...you can kiss me directly..."
Mu He was slightly taken aback when Zhong Mu leaned down and gave Mu He a light peck on the lips, then quickly pulled away, stammering, "I... I'm right here... Doctor... could you please not kiss it next time... kiss me instead?"
The kiss was so light and fleeting that Mu He hadn't even had time to react before he was gone.
He slowly reached up and touched his lips, lost in thought in the dim candlelight, "This isn't right..."
"Isn't that wrong?" Zhong Mu suddenly became nervous. He had finally mustered up the courage to kiss her. Did the doctor dislike him?
Muhe gently touched the lips that had been kissed. "That was a kiss on a doll. Between us, our relationship, which is bound by a red thread and has a token of love, shouldn't be more than that, right?"
Zhong Mu's breathing became rapid, and her ears turned bright red.
His eyes darted around, darting about the room. "Can I...can I kiss the doctor like that?"
Mu He smiled and narrowed her eyes, "You can consider this a reward for good children."
Zhong Mu jumped up instantly, sitting up straight with some nervousness, wishing she could immediately lean in and kiss the doctor.
Just as he was about to go over, Zhong Mu suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something. He quickly got up, ran to the door, and locked it from the inside. This smooth and efficient action made him feel much more at ease.
Mu He couldn't see anything and didn't know what had happened. He only heard Zhong Mu suddenly run away from him in a hurry, and after the sound of the door being locked, he rushed back in a hurry.
Before he could even ask, a hot human body instantly enveloped him, pulling him completely into its embrace.
A kiss, both urgent and cautious, pressed against his lips, both nervous and incredibly awkward.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths growing hot and rapid in the flickering candlelight, igniting their rationality and transforming their emotions into a burning desire that lingered in the air.
The pale gray figure leaned back slightly, strands of long hair slowly falling to the edge of the table. The long, passionate kiss caused both of them to lose their composure and restraint.
Mu He turned his head and abruptly stopped the kiss. His dark eyes were hazy in the candlelight, and his breathing was rapid.
"Doctor..." Zhong Mu leaned down, pulling the person in his arms close to the table, and gently pleaded, "Can I kiss you again?"
"No rush." Mu He raised her head, slowly reaching out to stroke his flushed and burning earlobe, feeling his restrained yet urgent breathing, and said softly as if deep in thought, "The stitches on my leg seem to be hurting a bit lately..."
"Does it hurt?" Zhong Mu instantly snapped to attention. "I... let me take a look!"
He reached out in a daze, but stopped the moment his hand touched Mu He's waist.
The stitches were on my thigh.
"What's wrong?" Mu He chuckled softly. "Aren't you going to help me take it off and see?"
These gentle words carried a thick, lingering ambiguity in the night, tugging at Zhong Mu's rationality.
"Does it really... hurt?"
"Mmm." Mu He gently rested her head in the crook of Zhong Mu's neck and breathed into his ear, "It hurts so much that only blowing on it can relieve the pain."
He pulled Zhong Mu's hand and placed it on his waist. "Want to try?"
Zhong Mu's face turned as red as if it were about to bleed. Even if he was stupid, he could tell that this was not ordinary teasing, but serious seduction.
Seeing that Zhong Mu was stunned and didn't move for a long time, Mu He had no choice but to lean in and nibble on his chin. "Even guide dogs can disobey their owners' commands. You're not obedient enough."
The candlelight inside was dim, and ambiguous figures overlapped and collided on the floor.
Mu He casually straddled Zhong Mu's chest, gently pressing her palm against his heaving chest, and smiled.
"The reward is over, now it's time for punishment."