Qiao Zhuo's phrase "good dream" unexpectedly became a prophecy.

When Qin Yuchen fell into a deep sleep that night, the first person he saw was Qiao Zhuo.

In the dream, Qiao Zhuo was wearing a white coat, and his silver-rimmed glasses slipped down slightly on his tall nose.

Qin Yuchen's eyes widened in his dream, and he was surprised to find that Qiao Zhuo was sitting on his waist?!

The two of them were in his own bedroom that Qin Yuchen was most familiar with, and the monitoring equipment was still placed on the computer desk beside the bed.

The wicked smile on Qiao Zhuo's face was exactly the same as what he saw in the police station that day.

The man tilted his neck slightly and raised his hand before taking off his glasses, revealing those cold but extremely attractive eyes.

Qin Yuchen saw Qiao Zhuo do this, at his home.

But at this moment, Qin Yuchen had almost no chance to think about it, because Qiao Zhuo, who was sitting on his waist, actually spoke.

Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows, leaned slightly closer and asked, "Are you still distracted at this moment? Officer Qin."

Qin Yuchen felt that his whole body was boiling hot because of these words. He wanted to stop the matter from proceeding, but his body in sleep was out of his control, let alone Qiao Zhuo in front of him.

The voice that he had listened to every night for half a month before was now ringing in his ears.

But what's different is that this time Qin Yuchen saw Qiao Zhuo's expression, it was no longer the expressionless face that night he deliberately played tricks on, but the charming and sensuality with his cheeks turning red and his ears burning.

Qiao Zhuo's neck was raised high, and his black hair, which was always well-groomed, was wet and stuck to his forehead at this moment, and beads of sweat rolled down his neck and dripped on Qin Yuchen's chest.

"Qin Yuchen..." Qiao Zhuo called softly.

Qin Yuchen immediately tensed all the muscles in his body, his cold eyes instantly sank, and his whole body gathered a force ready to go.

"Are you happy to eavesdrop on me?" Qiao Zhuo asked in the dream.

Qin Yuchen's hand had unconsciously clenched the upper slender waist tightly, tightening it tightly.

Qin Yuchen's heart was completely opposite to his actions, and he was resisting with all his strength and contradictions. He thought to himself that it was all because of work and an order from his superiors.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yuchen in the dream would speak in the next second, and what he said was exactly what he thought in his heart.

Only Qiao Zhuo snorted and asked bluntly: "Work? Isn't it your perverted taste?"

"Admit it, Qin Yuchen."

Qiao Zhuo's tone was very firm, he said, "You have fallen in love with me a long time ago."

Qin Yuchen frowned and thought angrily, it's impossible, how could he like Qiao Zhuo.

Qiao Zhuo's provocative smile filled his eyes.

Seeing this, an inexplicable anger surged into Qin Yuchen's heart in an instant, swallowing all his rationality and calmness, leaving only one thought.

In the next second, the situation in the dream was instantly reversed, and Qiao Zhuo was flipped and fell on the bed by Qin Yuchen with a strong force.

Qin Yuchen in the dream was like a wild beast out of control, Qiao Zhuo actually smiled when facing him like this, as if he was conniving, more like looking forward to seeing such a development.

Qin Yuchen leaned over and kissed hard, wishing to wrap Qiao Zhuo's tongue and head off.

Qiao Zhuo's breath beat Qin Yuchen's ear rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yuchen heard Qiao Zhuo in the dream sneer and said, "I don't like it, why are you still kissing so hard?"

Qin Yuchen's arms were propped beside Qiao Zhuo's side face. Qiao Zhuo's white coat was already in a mess, and the front of the clothes was wide open, revealing a beautiful and slender collarbone.

Qiao Zhuo's voice was very soft, and he said, "Let me guess what you're thinking, what you're thinking...it's just a dream anyway."

Qin Yuchen's pupils were trembling violently, and his whole body froze.

However, Qiao Zhuo raised his arms around Qin Yuchen's neck. Such a dangerous man was approaching at this moment, and whispered: "Yes, it's just a dream anyway."

"Qin Yuchen, don't you dare even in your dreams?"

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The morning sun fell straight into the room, Qin Yuchen realized something was wrong the second he opened his eyes.

"Fuck." Sitting on the bed, Qin Yuchen cursed in a low voice, holding his forehead, and immediately got up and went to the bathroom to tidy up.

Qin Yuchen's handsome face was frighteningly cold. He stood in front of the sink and rubbed his hands, wondering why he had such a dream.

Is it just because of Qiao Zhuo's good dream?impossible.

Qin Yuchen didn't dare to delve into it, so he had no choice but to change his clothes and go out.

The police detectives who were monitoring at the same time next door were gradually moving away. They pretended to be a young couple, unfamiliar faces that Qin Yuchen had never seen before.

Qin Yuchen greeted lightly in front of the elevator, today's investigation must go to the Federal Hospital, but he hesitated in a rare way.

Because Qin Yuchen didn't know how to face Qiao Zhuo after experiencing the situation last night.

At the same time, Qiao Zhuo, who was sitting in the office, heard a system prompt.

"Host, it has been detected that the male lead's mood is fluctuating violently, please pay attention to the plot direction of the small world."

Qiao Zhuo flipped through the confession in his hand and remained silent for a long time, then asked, "Qin Yuchen's mood fluctuated violently? Why?"

The system checked for a while and replied: "I don't know."

Qiao Zhuo: "..."

Little waste.

Dong dong, Qian Rong knocked on the door with the case sheet and said softly, "Professor, 707's rehabilitation training has started, are you coming today?"

Deng Nan of 707 is just one of the tens of thousands of patients in the Federal Hospital. Qian Rong doesn't know how this big boy attracted Qiao Zhuo, so that Qiao Zhuo accompanied him throughout the rehabilitation training.

But Qiao Zhuo's mind Qianrong would never guess, after all, it was a world of geniuses, and she knew she couldn't figure it out.

Qiao Zhuo sat behind the desk and coldly closed the pages of the book, but this time he didn't put the confession on the desk into the drawer, but held it in his hand.

Qiao Zhuo stood up and said, "I'll go alone."

Qian Rong blinked, but still didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Good professor."

In the rehabilitation training room, only Deng Nan was doing basic strength exercises. With steady breathing, he looked energetic, and he was a little more heroic than a college student when he met him for the first time.

The moment Qiao Zhuo stepped into the recovery room, Deng Nan noticed Qiao Zhuo.

Deng Nan's eyes fell on Qiao Zhuo's body too enthusiastically. Rather than saying that he happened to see it, it would be more appropriate to say that he had been waiting all the time.

Qiao Zhuo turned back and closed the door, and asked, "How do you feel recently? Does your heart still hurt?"

Dunnan stood up from the chair, with a hearty smile on his face, "Professor Qiao, it's better than before. Your rehabilitation training should have played a big role."

"Really? Then you continue to do it, don't worry about me." After Qiao Zhuo finished speaking, he sat on the bench in front of the mirror as usual.

The man in front of him was lazily raising his legs, his beautiful eyes were lowered, and his fair fingers were flipping the book on his knee.

Sure enough, within a short while, Deng Nan's attention shifted from the rehabilitation equipment to Qiao Zhuo again.

Dunnan asked softly, "Professor, what book are you reading?"

Qiao Zhuo raised his face slightly when he heard the words, and said lightly in Deng Nan's expectant eyes: "Confession."

As soon as the word confession was uttered, Deng Nan's expression became a little strange.

Deng Nan smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

On the contrary, it was Qiao Zhuo who stared at Deng Nan for a long while, and asked, "I happened to see today that the family member accompanying you when you were hospitalized for the first time was your grandfather, who seems to be named Deng Fu."

Deng Nan's gaze sank instantly.

Qiao Zhuo continued to ask without changing his face: "Why didn't he come this time?"

Deng Nan responded casually: "The family is very busy, and he has no time to come to Area H for the time being."

The smile on Qiao Zhuo's face widened, "A child like you who grew up with his grandfather should have a very close relationship with his relatives."

After these few days of rehabilitation training, Deng Nan's wariness towards Qiao Zhuo has subsided a lot, and most of the topics will be touched upon.

Deng Nan nodded indiscriminately, trying to divert the topic away from himself, his eyes fell on Qiao Zhuo's knee unexpectedly, and asked, "What is the confession about? Professor, please tell me."

Qiao Zhuo raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and the room fell into silence for a while.

Just when Deng Nan asked if he had made a mistake, Qiao Zhuo picked up the book and handed it to Deng Nan.

"Are you interested? I can lend it to you to read." Qiao Zhuo said.

Feeling flattered, Deng Nan took a few steps forward.

You must know that Qiao Zhuo's obsession with cleanliness and alienation from thousands of miles away made him unable to get close to the other party even if he sat face to face in the past few days.

But at this moment Qiao Zhuo took the initiative to lend the book to himself.

Without hesitation, Dunnan took the book back directly.

Qiao Zhuo leaned back on the bench and watched Deng Nan flip through the book, and said coldly: "A person will make countless mistakes in his life, some are very small, and some are very big."

Deng Nan's fingers trembled, and the smile on his face stiffened a lot, "Then this book tells that as long as one person sincerely repents, someone will forgive him, right?"

Qiao Zhuo looked directly at Deng Nan and said slowly: "No."

Deng Nan's neck was suffocated.

Qiao Zhuo said: "People who have done wrong things deserve to be judged, but this kind of judgment should not be done by anyone else."

Dunnan twitched the corner of his mouth incomprehension, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Qiao Zhuo's expression and demeanor were as cold and distant as ever, but at this moment Deng Nan felt that Qiao Zhuo had a strange sense of disobedience.

Qiao Zhuo said: "Everyone has more or less said some self-punishing words in their lives. For example, if I do this kind of thing again, I will punish myself and never sleep well."

This punishment was too childish, and Deng Nan, who had been tense all the time, laughed a few times.

Deng Nan suddenly said: "I also said this kind of thing."

Qiao Zhuo narrowed his eyelashes slightly, "Really?"

Deng Nan said to himself: "When I was very young, every time I went out to climb a tree, I would be severely scolded by my grandfather, and then I swore in front of him..."

"If I climb that high again in the future, I'll hit myself on the head with a rock."

Qiao Zhuo lowered his voice when he heard the words, and said, "The Confession is about a person's self-judgment. The punishment is determined by you, and the judgment is also executed by you."

Qiao Zhuo's eyes were cold, he looked at Deng Nan, and asked, "Is it fair?"

At that moment, Deng Nan only felt that the cold sweat was slipping from his body, his back was stiff until he faced Qiao Zhuo for the first time, and he felt an emotion called fear.

Suddenly, a hasty knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

The door of the recovery room was pulled open, only to see an extremely handsome man standing outside the door wrapped in a cold air.

Deng Nan was stunned, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Qin Yuchen only glanced at Deng Nan, and then his eyes fell on Qiao Zhuo. The moment they looked at each other, the extremely charming dream from last night seemed to reappear in front of his eyes.

The man's ears and neck were completely red, and an emotion called shame and anger enveloped him, making Qin Yuchen's expression unable to maintain the illusion of calm.

Qiao Zhuo didn't know anything about the dream, and he just propped his chin and asked lazily: "Hey, why is Officer Qin's face so red and has a fever?"

Qin Yuchen: "..."