After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Chapter 212 Thorn Mental Hospital 10

The temperature in the dungeon is very good. It is the kind of season where you won’t be too hot even if you wear long sleeves, and won’t be too cold even if you wear short sleeves.

The nurse uniforms provided by Thorn Psychiatric Hospital are not only convenient for nurses to make some big movements during work, but the fabric is also soft and breathable.

At least when Yang Guang wore this outfit, he felt similar to the loose pajamas he wore when he stayed at home. Neither of them felt restrictive.

But at this moment, Yang Guang felt that he was a little hot and his collar was a little tight.

So Yang Guang withdrew the hand that was holding Cyril against the wall, tugged at his collar hard, and when he found that he couldn't tear his collar open by force, he withdrew his mouth in annoyance.

Cyril was breathing heavily, his blood was rushing to his head, his neck and ears were red, and his blue eyes were a little blurry. If you didn't know, you would think it was him who was kissed and left limp all over.

Yang Guang frowned and tried to unbutton his top collar. Cyril's face turned red, and he himself was not much better.

Cyril only saw Yang Guang's slightly red face and watery eyes.

He held Yang Guang's waist, staring at him without blinking, as if he was completely addicted to Yang Guang. His eyes were so sharp that Yang Guang felt like he was being roasted by fire, with warmth in his heart and body.

Yang Guang licked his lips. The top button was in his blind spot. Plus, he was feeling hot and irritated, so the small button became particularly bothersome.

Cyril seemed to be unable to help himself. He looked at Yang Guang for a long time. When he found that the other party was not active, he took the initiative to move up and lick him...

Yang Guang felt very thirsty, and the collar around his neck felt tighter and tighter, perhaps because of psychological reasons.

So he pressed his forehead against Cyril's, pushing his head away, away from the hot breath that was moving on his cheeks and neck.

"Wait a minute……"

Yang Guang couldn't help but whispered to stop Cyril from getting closer again. He found the right spot and didn't tear the fragile transparent button. Instead, he suppressed his inner irritation and began to rub and unbutton it.

This time he quickly unbuttoned the stubborn little button.

Because of his irritability, Yang Guang did not sit on Cyril's lap all the time, but knelt on the sofa with his back straight.

Just as Yang Guang breathed a sigh of relief after unbuttoning his shirt and wanted to sit down, a pair of hands moved from his waist to his collar. Yang Guang was a little confused at first, not knowing what Cyril wanted to do, until he felt that the clothes he had unbuttoned with great difficulty had been closed again, he grabbed Cyril's hands in annoyance.

"What are you doing?!"

Yang Guang said a little angrily.

Cyril stuttered, his lips, which had turned red due to excessive squeezing, opened and closed again. It looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out. He just buttoned Yang Guang's shirt in silence with a red face.

"no……"

Yang Guang looked at Cyril's expression and felt that something was wrong, but Cyril didn't say anything.

Yang Guang: "What on earth are you going to do?"

Cyril's hand paused, and this time he could clearly hear from Yang Guang's tone that he was really a little angry.

So Cyril swallowed, closed his eyes and relaxed for a few seconds, then opened his eyes and looked into Yang Guang's eyes, facing his face that Yang Guang loved very much, and said to Yang Guang very formally:

"We are not yet in that kind of relationship. I haven't officially confessed my feelings, and we are not officially together, so it's not a good idea for us to take this further now. And even if you want to... we have to prepare the tools. There is nothing in my office, so you can get hurt easily. And the office door is not locked. If you really... your reputation will be affected. Can we do it later... I'll go to the supermarket after get off work to buy... and moisturizer..."

Cyril's tone of voice became weaker and weaker. He wanted to refuse at first, then persuaded now, and finally explained that he didn't have any props...

I can only say that he is very straightforward in words and very honest in actions.

Yang Guang just felt a little hot and his collar was a little tight: "..."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes speechlessly, then grabbed Cyril's wrists and swung them to the sides. Because Cyril didn't use much force, Yang Guang easily shook off the hands that were preventing him from unbuttoning his collar.

Yang Guang: "Off work?"

Cyril: “…Yeah.”

Yang Guang: "Go to the supermarket?"

Cyril: “…Yes.”

Yang Guang: "Your home?"

Cyrillic:"……"

Cyril: "...My bed is indeed a little bigger."

"what……"

Yang Guang couldn't help laughing, and the next second, he kissed him again. This time he didn't rush in, but kissed Cyril's lips tenderly.

"Well... then... let's go to the supermarket after get off work..."

Yang Guang said vaguely, and Cyril sucked gently, while reaching out to comfort Yang Guang who was sitting on his lap, he suppressed his desire.

"Then go to my house..."

After saying this, Cyril put his hand on the back of Yang Guang's head, and pulled both of them towards him tightly, keeping the two bodies, which were constantly heating up, tightly pressed against each other.

No one spoke anymore. Tiny sounds echoed in the spacious office. The soft leather sofa was wrinkled by someone's pressure, but its owner didn't feel sorry for it at all.

The curtains in the office were not drawn and the transparent glass was wiped clean, so people in the office could easily enjoy the scenery outside the window.

The greening of the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital is very good, so the scenery is very nice when you look out from the office.

Cyril, whose chest was soft, kissed Yang Guang, who finally kissed his man, and enjoyed a period of ambiguous time with faster hearts and rising temperatures. Cyril was willing to let go of Yang Guang's mouth only when footsteps were heard at the door.

"Um...what happened...?"

Yang Guang asked in a daze, he leaned on Cyril's shoulder with his arm around his waist, which made him look like he was embedded in Cyril's arms and visually looked smaller than Cyril.

Cyril tilted his head and touched Yang Guang's forehead with his cheek.

"Someone is coming."

Cyril's office is the only office at the end of the corridor, and opposite it is his personal space, a storage room or something like that.

So if anyone was walking in this direction, they must be coming to the office to find Cyril.

Yang Guang's reason told him that he should get up quickly and stay away from him, and pretend to be an ordinary colleague with Cyril.

But his body told him that it was really comfortable to lean on Cyril's arms like this. He felt so comfortable that he didn't want to move at all. He just wanted to lean on him until he fell asleep...

Of course this was impossible, so Yang Guang stood up rationally, and before the visitor knocked on the door, he bent down and gave Cyril a light kiss.

After doing all this, Yang Guang strolled to a place that was neither too close nor too far away and stood there, pretending that he had just finished talking with Cyril.