Ziyang held her head in her hands and shouted: "Wow, I'm obsessed, it seems..."
Didn't she just write a script and go crazy?
Otherwise, why would I always have hallucinations?
It didn't matter if she had hallucinations, but the hallucinations were actually more detailed and realistic than what she wrote, giving her the feeling that these things had really existed.
That feeling was stimulating her nerve endings all the time, causing her eyes and nose to wrinkle as she held her head in pain.
"Yangyang, what's wrong with you?"
"Honghong..." She hugged him tightly and buried her head on his chest. The sweat on his chest flowed to her face and was sticky, but she just wanted to pretend to be in his arms.
He looked like he desperately wanted to be comforted: "Wow, what should I do if I really go crazy?"
"Tell me clearly what happened."
He was once confused by her nonsensical words.
"I always have images from the scripts I wrote flashing through my mind. I often imagine myself as a female pig's trotter and you as a male pig's trotter. That's it. I must be obsessed with it. From time to time, something flashes through my mind.
, several pictures pop up in my mind from time to time, and this time it’s even more exaggerated. My whole head is full of scripts, and everything is the plot in the script. Woohoo, I’m done. Do you think I have the legendary delusional disorder?
"
Ziyang hugged Fu Hong tightly, her head hurting from time to time.
"I must be out of my mind. Have you ever heard of that screenwriter or writer suffering from a similar disease before? I'm done. I've only written one script and I'm delusional. If I write a few more, I won't be crazy.
It’s great.”
Ziyang babbled, and Fu Hong turned on the light, pulled her away, and looked at her face. Her face was flushed and very beautiful, and she was serious and confused.
Then he pushed down her wet hair behind her ears and touched her forehead: "What nonsense are you talking about? What script? What delusion? Have you been fooled by me?"
"I'm not kidding you, it's like writing a script and then going crazy."
"Then stop writing and find something else to do." Fu Hong hugged her and lay on her side to rest. Her breathing was still a little disordered. He held her tightly with one hand and patted her back like a child: "
Okay, don’t think about random things. If you really have nothing to do, go to school. Didn’t you stop studying because you made a mistake in your freshman year? You’re not too old, so go and learn more. The school environment is not complicated, and
It can help you pass the time..."
"No, I don't like studying. I finally got out of the sea of misery. Even if you kill me, don't continue to suffer for the final exam." Ziyang heard that her scalp was numb when she went to school. She stopped talking to him and just closed her eyes.
The shock of that moment had already subsided, and she was so tired that her whole body collapsed. She closed her eyes and thought for a moment before falling asleep quickly.
Not long after Ziyang fell asleep, Fu Hong took her to the bathroom to clean her, then covered her with a quilt, and at the same time he put on his clothes and walked out.
There is no one in the KTV private room.
Chang Mian also walked out of the room in high spirits. The two looked at each other and saw that in another room, Qin Shou was sitting in front of the bed and Qin Cao was lying on the bed with a wet towel on his forehead.
There is a half glass of water and a box of medicine on the table.