Corpse Collector | BL, MTL

Chapter 8: Peace Medical College 6

Having never looked at it seriously, Xia Bai didn't know what Song Mingming's eyes were like on weekdays.

His instincts weren't like that. Maybe those eyes were gloomy and dark, but they wouldn't be so crazy, they wouldn't be so crazy and silently laughing, showing all their teeth.

What made him feel that Song Mingliang was abnormal, the hand on his calf was cold and sticky, not the temperature that a normal person should have.

Xia Bai closed his eyes again and remained motionless.
I don't know what time it is at night, and I can't hear anything in the whole dormitory except for breathing. Listening to the sound of breathing, the other two people who hadn't slept all night last night were asleep, and they slept deeply.

The hand on the calf slid downward, and a cool air poured in, and the Xia Liang on Xia Bai's body was lifted.

There was a squirming sound, and Xia Bai felt Song Mingliang get into his quilt and crawl forward in his quilt, which was more like crawling than squirming.

As he climbed to the middle, he stopped.

Xia Bai felt a chill on his waist, and Song Mingliang stretched out his hand to his waist.

He rolled up the quilt and turned over, and the quilt slipped off Song Mingming's body. Xia Bai turned sideways and didn't move, slightly lowering his eyes to keep his breathing steady, he could feel Song Mingliang hunched over beside him, maybe staring at him.

The cool, watery breath was in Xia Bai's ears, brushing down the tiny fluff on his cheeks.

I don't know how long it took, but Song Mingliang finally went down.

Xia Bai still didn't move, and the afterglow of his eyes was fixed on the stairs at the end of the bed.

Five minutes later, a head slowly popped out.

Song Mingliang has a lot of hair, the hair is black, thick and fluffy, slightly long, when it comes out like this, it looks like a black ball, but the light in the two eyes is particularly bright, half-covered in the thick bangs with a faint light, quietly snooping on the prey in the middle of the night.

The person on the bed didn't move, facing sideways against the wall with his back to everything in the dormitory.

The head sank again.

After Xia Bai felt that Song Mingliang really went down, he changed from lying on his side to lying flat, still slightly lowering his eyes, and only swept the dormitory with his residual light.

Song Mingliang went to the other side.
He put his hands on the railing of Wen Dong's bed and stared at Wen Dong's head.

Xia Bai couldn't sweep his eyes down, not knowing whether he was standing out of thin air or stepping on a chair, only seeing his black back on Wen Dong's bed.

Blinked, and when he looked over again after a while, Song Mingliang had already arrived at Meng Tianyou's bed.

Probably to facilitate quick action, Meng Tianyou didn't take off his shoes when he slept, and his feet hung down at the entrance of the stairs.

Song Mingliang stood on the ladder, staring at Meng Tianyou's shoes, very close, very close, very focused and excited, as if he could see through the loose collar and loose laces, there was something in the shoes that attracted him.

Maybe it was too close, Meng Tianyou in his sleep felt something, and his feet moved.

Song Mingliang withdrew his gaze to peep inward, and slowly climbed onto Meng Tianyou's bed, half lying on Meng Tianyou's body, leaning forward little by little, lifting the corner of the thin quilt on Meng Tianyou's body, and opening a hole.