Chapter 4 The psychiatrist has gone dark 4
She looks a bit like a demon.

But it's not as pretty as her fur.

"Wen Yao, I am your psychiatrist Fu Jin. I have been entrusted by your parents to help you with psychological counseling."

The man's gaze fell on her, but it didn't make her feel like she was being "scrutinized". It was natural and gentle, as if everything was meant to be.

Fu Jin.

Wen Yao repeated his name in her mind and wanted to call it out, but the embarrassment prevented her from making a sound. She only opened her lips slightly and realized that her throat was extremely dry and thirsty.

I want to untie the rope from my body.

The original person had a strong desire to commit suicide. Although Wen Yao was influenced by her, she would never seek death.

She stretched out the tip of her tongue to moisten her dry lips, and the residual smell of blood was swept into her mouth.

Fu Jin's eyes remained calmly on the girl, not looking directly at her, but he also took in all her movements and expressions.

Uneasy, but there was no timidity in his eyes.

His fingers were grabbing at the corners of his clothes, but his struggle was small and restrained...

Committing suicide is a very technical matter. Cutting one's wrists requires courage, jumping from a building requires a building to jump from, drugs must be obtained through channels, and drowning requires a lack of fear of water.

The girl chose a fierce but difficult to succeed method - banging her head against the wall.

Still assuming there is someone at home.

The lack of carefulness and calmness is more likely to be caused by emotional impulse. As the sense of urgency weakens, there will be more fear and panic.

Unless the girl's acting skills were so good that she even deceived him.

She will not seek death.

Fu Jin made a judgment in his mind.

But he still didn't untie the rope directly.

"Master Corot will come to City A to hold an art exhibition in the middle of next month." The man's voice was gentle, just like what Wen Yao had vaguely heard before.

It's not the kind of gentleness and catering that is deliberately disguised, but rather like the warm jade that grows naturally at the bottom of the river. Master Corot, Wen Yao's eyes lit up.

The original person loves painting very much, and often spends a whole day painting alone in his room.

Master Corot is a senior she likes very much. If she can go to her art exhibition, it will be regarded as fulfilling one of her original wishes.

The desire and joy in her heart slightly diluted the discomfort of dealing with strangers. Wen Yao calmed down and asked Fu Jin, "Really...really?"

The girl's voice was slow and difficult, and there was a hint of urgency in it. It was easy to tell that she wanted to finish her sentence quickly.

Saying these words, it seemed that Wen Yao had exhausted all her strength. She didn't expect that the original body would have such a great impact on her.

The girl's reaction was as expected, and Fu Jin was very satisfied.

“Invitations to the infield were sent out, and I happened to have one.”

Anyone who follows Master Corot knows that his infield invitations are always hard to come by, and the invitee can bring a companion.

"I hope a girl named Wen Yao can be my companion."

Wen Yao's eyes brightened even more, and she could clearly feel the excitement in her heart.

But reason told Wen Yao that this was the first time the other party met her. Is this... too proactive?
Although there is nothing wrong with it.

If she wants to be his most important person, it would be best if she has the opportunity to have contact with him.

"Really...really?"

The girl asked the same question again, the disbelief in her tone getting a little deeper.

This time Fu Jin finally answered her question head-on.

"Really, I assure you."

The man revealed his purpose, "As long as this girl named Wen Yao promises me that she won't move around after untying the rope."

(End of this chapter)

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