When I woke up from my sleep, the small desk lamp in the room was still on.

The faint morning light has penetrated through the curtains, it should be morning now.

It's strange that yesterday, after the class monitor thoughtfully gave me a pillow so that I could sleep, she didn't turn off the desk lamp when she left the room.

Whether it is to allow patients to rest better or to save energy, the monitor seems to never forget to do this.

Could it be because you are too tired to take care of me? I don’t know what time I worked on it last night, which really caused trouble to the monitor.

I am worthy of being a Spartan.

For Shu Zhe, it was definitely a life-or-death disease, but for me, I just slept with a quilt on my face, sweated, and was back to a healthy person the next morning.

My father once made an analogy to me, saying that the immune system is equivalent to the regular army of his country, ordinary drugs are the army's food supplies, and antibiotics are mercenaries.

If you rely on antibiotics as a mercenary for a long time, your immune system will be completely destroyed sooner or later.

As for me, because I have insisted on not taking medicines or injections for a long time, and absolutely staying away from antibiotics, every immune cell I have can fight ten at a time when I am short of food and clothing.

So now that I have regained my health, all I need to do now is get up and get dressed, thank the squad leader for taking care of me, and shamelessly see if I can get breakfast. After all, as long as I don't say anything, I will still be a patient.

It happened that at this moment, my pillow opened its eyes.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, daddy is scared to death. What is going on? Could it be that I burned out my brain and am hallucinating?

No, that's not right. I seem to have seen these eyes somewhere before. They have the unique sharpness of a raptor. The pupils are dark ink. When viewed from a close distance, they seem to be sucking people in. They are glaring questioningly. Hold on to me.

Who else could this be if he wasn't the monitor? When did the pillow become the monitor?

Could it be that, when I was tossing back and forth and couldn't fall asleep last night, I used the squad leader who came over to help me tuck the quilt into my bed, and used her as a pillow to drag her to the bed, and then I held her in my arms and slept all night.

No wonder it feels softer than an ordinary pillow. There is only a thin layer of fabric between the monitor, who is wearing blue water-patterned pajamas, and me, who is only wearing boxers.

I held the squad leader in my arms face to face, and because it was a pillow, I could not help but move roughly, regardless of the feeling of the pillow. At this time, the two little white rabbits on the monitor's chest were reluctantly touching my pectoralis major muscles. Close together.

Once I realized what those two lumps of soft flesh were, I suddenly felt an itchy feeling in my chest, and wanted to move it up and down to rub it, but the squad leader stared at me with the eyes of a criminal, so I gave up this idea.

Recalling it, the squad leader seemed to have mentioned at the dinner table last night that her blindfold only needs to be worn outdoors, so she took it off during dinner. At this time, her two bright and slightly bloodshot eyes stared at her. I have a chill down my spine.

If you ask me why I was so scared, it was because I hugged the monitor like a pillow, and my hands would inevitably fall behind the monitor.

The left hand is fine, covering the monitor's back, but the right hand...

He actually placed it on the squad leader's buttocks, pinching one side of the squad leader's buttocks through his pajamas.

If it were Gong Caicai who was treated like this, she would definitely cry, "I can't get married anymore." Then she would run away in tears, and she might even fall down after running a few steps.

No, with Gong Caicai’s fragile physique, she might just be killed by me who was sleeping. There was a female boxer in foreign countries who hugged her sister to celebrate after winning the championship, but she broke her ribs while hugging her.

So I'm a little lucky that the person I hugged was the squad leader. The squad leader must have been able to survive because of his ability in sports.

I can probably deduce the complicated psychological activities of the monitor after he was hugged by me last night.

Her first reaction must have been to struggle and ask me to let her go, but I was not conscious enough to hear what she said, and the brute force inspired by the desire for a pillow was not something the squad leader could withstand.

Then, the monitor was hugged tightly by me in a shy posture, face to face. At this time, the monitor must be very afraid that I would take further action against her. She was thinking rapidly in her mind and shouted to sleep. Isn't it a wise move to have Shu Zhe next door?

For me, who is very crazy, even if I call the frail Shu Zhe, it is a buy-one-get-one-free rhythm.

Of course, I didn't say that I was interested in the transvestite's anus, it was just that the monitor was worried that I would hurt her brother.

But the monitor soon discovered that I might not have realized what I was hugging, and when I hugged her, my breathing became steady, a relieved expression appeared on my face, and I quickly fell asleep.

The squad leader reminded herself again that I was a patient. Since I had no intention or ability to take further action, and the squad leader couldn't break free, calling Shu Zhe would only add one more visitor, adding to the embarrassment. So she gritted her teeth and said, He endured it silently.

I endured this until dawn the next day.

While I was sleeping, I unknowingly moved my right hand to the squad leader's butt. I had no choice but to look for a soft touch. It is human instinct.

"Take your hands away."

The monitor finally spoke the first sentence.

She stared at me for a long time before, maybe to judge whether my illness was cured. If I was still a patient, she might be more polite to me.

But for a man who put his hand on his butt without permission, the squad leader was very polite to speak to me like this.

Like a police dog receiving the instructor's order, I quickly jumped up from the restricted area with my front paws.

As my sense of smell gradually awakened, I felt that the monitor's body smelled good, especially his hair, which had a faint smell of plant shampoo.

"Remove the other hand as well."

Seeing me raising my arms so neatly, the monitor confirmed that my illness was cured.

I stretched my left arm that was wrapped around the monitor, but because the monitor’s body was still pressed against it (such a comfortable weight), I couldn’t pull my hand out for the time being.

After letting go of her hands, the cage that restrained the squad leader no longer existed. She rolled out to the outside of the bed at an incredible speed and sat up in one go.

Ah, the long hair that was thrown back due to inertia brushed against the tip of my nose, it was so itchy.

Since I have been a bad sleeper since I was a child, the quilt the squad leader had covered me with had slid down to my waist, and my naked upper body was exposed to the morning air.

The squad leader probably didn't want to see me half-naked anymore, so she put on her slippers and walked out the door without looking back. I don't know if it was because she had just gotten up and her muscles had not fully recovered, or she had suffered a big psychological blow. Her back staggered.

When I heard the sound of washing water coming from the bathroom, I felt very complicated.

Although this was something I did unconsciously, judging from the results, I did sleep in the same bed with the monitor for one night. We two boys and girls slept together in the same bed.

What would the squad leader be thinking in his heart? He took good care of me until late at night, but was raped... No, the above is a typo. I was forced to hug me all night. He must be depressed and unwilling.

I hope the monitor didn't hide in the bathroom and use the sound of the faucet to cover up his crying. The monitor shouldn't be such a fragile person, and it's not good to waste water resources, right?

I put my hand on the place where the squad leader had just lay, feeling the temperature and aroma there. At the same time, I felt ashamed of the stench of male sweat caused by my sweating all night.

I only cared about my own comfort and hugged the monitor as a pillow all night, but the monitor was so oppressed by me that I had difficulty breathing and had to endure the smell of my sweat. I really felt sorry for her.

Despite this, in order to be considerate of me as a patient, I did not resist particularly fiercely. Otherwise, if the squad leader used the vigor of a chaste and fierce woman to resist the gangsters, he would still have a high chance of successfully escaping.

In order for me to recover, despite all the discomforts and grievances, I still forced myself to make bedding for me for a night. Monitor, you are so great. You should be awarded the Nightingale Nurse Award.

I jumped out of bed and quickly put on my clothes.

When I was putting on my pants, I was very glad that I didn't have the morning erection that I must have every morning because of my illness. Otherwise, it would have been too embarrassing to hug the squad leader in that situation.

But wait a minute, a member of the HHH club who suffers from impotence once serialized his epic battle against impotence in his personal space. He once mentioned that normal men will have 2 or 3 times between 1 and 4 in the morning. An uncontrollable automatic erection. If there is no morning erection in the morning, it does not mean that the person did not fall into an erect state at night.

No, in that case, the squad leader who was forced into a hug by me might not be sleeping soundly, and he might be pushed in the stomach by my friend who got up in the middle of the night to stand guard. He would definitely be frightened, angry, ashamed, anxious, and worried at the same time. My condition worsened, and I was conflicted as to whether I should wake up or not.

After I got dressed, I huddled in my room and didn't dare to go out. I waited anxiously for the squad leader to come back and call for punishment.

Should I say it was surprising? The monitor did not come back to me, but returned to his bedroom.

Only then did I remember to check the watch to confirm the time. At 5:20, the squad leader went back to his bed to go back to sleep. It was indeed a more reasonable choice.

When it was the usual time to get up, I heard the sound of the microwave heating food in the kitchen. After a "ding" sound, the squad leader called Shu Zhe to get up and eat, and also called me by the way.

Sitting at the dining table, having breakfast with the squad leader, my sister and my brother, I didn't feel any obvious change in the squad leader's attitude toward me. What's strange is that Shu Zhe didn't care at all that I had recovered after sleeping all night. Express surprise.

"Can you go to school?"

After the monitor finished clearing away the dishes, he turned to me and asked me, "That pose of wearing an apron, but exposing the curves behind you to me, is very thought-provoking."

Although I really wanted to use illness as an excuse to herd sheep for a day, but that would mean I would have to stay alone at the squad leader’s house, which was very inappropriate, so I said:

"No problem, I'm fine now. Let's go to school together."

The squad leader suddenly showed a slightly dissatisfied expression, as if my saying "I'm all healed" made her angry. Don't you really want me to recover? Aren't you willing to be a pillow in exchange for my recovery? Why are you angry? Ah, have you discovered that I have super strong self-healing ability and am an indestructible body, but you worried about me last night and sacrificed yourself to save others last night?

"I'll ride to school first. You and Xiaozhe can go together."

After saying these words, the monitor went out alone, leaving me behind the dining table in a daze.

After making sure his sister was gone, Shu Zhe nudged me with his elbow and said with a playful smile:

"Brother Ye Lin, you are such a big pervert."

"What, what did you say?"

Shu Zhe made a "stop pretending to be confused" expression and said:

"You were so sick last night and you dragged my sister to the bed. You were so horny that you even risked your life."

I was shocked and quickly asked: "How did you know? What did you see?"

Shu Zhe smiled evilly, "When I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I found that your room door was open and the desk lamp was not turned off, so I curiously walked over to take a look. I found that you and your sister were hugging each other tightly. They are all asleep."

Bastard...bastard, was he actually witnessed? Based on his usual behavior, would he have captured that scene with a camera and used it for future blackmails?

But it was different from last time (last time it refers to the matter of me licking the beautiful stocking legs of the unconscious squad leader). This time, I hugged the squad leader to sleep. The squad leader himself already knew about it. Even if Shu Zhe took a photo, he had nothing to show. object.

Shu Zhe continued to say while packing his schoolbag:

"At first I thought I had seen it wrong, but I rubbed my eyes and realized I was right. I was originally thinking that my sister and you were alone, and I couldn't help but taste the forbidden fruit, but when I took a closer look, my sister was wearing clothes... "

"According to my analysis, and the happy and sweet expression on your face at that time, Brother Ye Lin, you must have used my sister as a pillow. I heard people said that Brother Ye Lin, you can't sleep without a pillow. I didn't expect it to be true. ."

Nima, since you have heard of such rumors, you should bring me a pillow as soon as possible. As long as you do a little effort, your sister will not have to wrong herself and be hugged by me all night. (I almost made a typo again, which became "A night of rape", I'm really not that stupid)

In the final analysis, it is Shu Zhe's fault. You are a guy who specializes in cheating on me. If I had a brother like you, I would strangle you to death sooner or later.

It rained continuously on Thursday and Friday.

The finals of the girls' volleyball grade group have been pushed back and forth until at least next week.

The squad leader's eyes healed in the past two days. After taking off the blindfold, her eyes regained her indestructible self-confidence.

It's just that the way he stares at me is a little weird.

Moreover, she hasn’t invited me to her house for dinner in the past two days. She didn’t invite me, and I was too embarrassed to take the initiative.
Chapter completed!