Fiction: Please, don't, don't touch me

The fish soup in the thermos bucket has long since become cold, the sunset outside the window has gradually dissipated, the moon is bright, but there is only one empty moon hanging in the high sky, and countless stars are missing.

I don't know if the effect of the anesthesia needle has not yet passed, or Mu Huan is really physically weak, after Qin Shaolong left, she slept confusedly.

But she slept unsteadily, and the muddy nightmare had been hanging over her, making her tremble all the time, like a cold and slippery snake, wrapping her around in a circle, tightly wrapping her body, slowly wrapping around her shoulders, spitting out letters, adding to her cheeks, and suddenly it left her face, straightening the snake's head and opening its blood basin mouth.

"Ah—don't!"

Mu Huan screamed and opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat, only to feel that the heart in his chest was about to jump out, but he looked at a pair of eyes, which looked especially in the dark ward