Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 20 One after another
  Fortunately, Terry didn't wander too far when he was wandering the street, and the Uber driver was pretty good, and he was able to deliver him downstairs to the clinic at 3:50.

In fact, Terry wouldn't have had to be so hasty if the monks of Karma Taj hadn't kidnapped him.

But the old man named Gu Yi was really generous, and it was as if Terry picked up a super jewelry for nothing that would probably only be available in the middle to late stages of the game.

If you take someone softly, Kama Taj is good at tying her up!

While dialing the clinic's phone number through the voice function of the communication software, Terry walked towards the elevator.

After two vibrations, the call was connected, but a lazy voice came from the receiver, and the sound of the door being locked could still be vaguely heard.

"What a shame, boy, I was already planning to get off work."

"How about we make an appointment next time?"

Terry looked a little embarrassed: "I've already reached the elevator. Doctor, could you please be a little considerate? I'm really sorry. I encountered some bad things on the way. I'm never late."

"Then I'm sorry, because I've already gone downstairs."

Even if his problem is as difficult to solve as the old man Gu Yi said, just being able to chat with this beautiful woman for an hour every week is definitely a very enjoyable thing.

Damn it, I must have admitted my mistake.

The big black waves were tied into a high ponytail, and the skin with light makeup looked breakable - this is really rare, can European and American women have such a delicate skin texture?

She did not deliberately put on the thick smoky eye shadow that is popular in the United States, but it can be seen that she has eyelashes, her eyes are as bright and moving as if they were soaked in mountain spring water, and her small red lips were slightly opened after seeing Terry.

"doctor?"

"Ah!"

Even if it is a big brand that claims to be a top perfumer, Terry will probably feel nauseous after smelling it.

The smell of perfume rushed into Terry's nostrils, and also overwhelmed his lost and recovered brain.

But until the brainstorming ended, the beautiful beauty just looked at him blankly and did not respond.

Terry blushed and walked into the elevator with his head lowered, ready to go upstairs to try to find a real psychiatrist for a discussion.

The psychiatrist laughed angrily, and actually poked Terry's cheek with his finger without any barrier: "What's the difference? You're just quibbling!"

With a ding sound, the elevator door in front of Terry slowly opened, and a beautiful black-haired woman wearing a classic gray-brown OL came face-to-face with Terry.

Terry lowered his head and looked at the phone, his tone somewhat embarrassed: "It's only three fifty-eight..."

But the beauty did not get out of the elevator. Instead, she walked over to her in high heels and exhaled Ruolan: "Are you the middle school patient who let me go?"

To be honest, Terry has always felt that perfume is an anti-human invention, because since he had memories, he has not been able to appreciate the smell of any perfume that can be smelled on the street.

He couldn't tell whether the perfume really smelled good or if he was in fucking heat.

Terry asked tentatively, but there was no way. Although he was not narcissistic, and he did not think that he was the kind of protagonist who could meet beautiful women wherever he went, but the other party was indeed very beautiful, and the timing was also a coincidence. , the existence of male hormones inevitably made him have some vague expectations in his heart.

"Our appointment is before 4 o'clock."

If this super beauty, whose face and figure combine to look both girlish and young womanly, were his psychiatrist, Terry guaranteed that he would come there more than once a week.

It can even become a story that Terry accidentally revealed when he was chatting with Peter after returning to school, as if he had a real 'affair' as an adult!
  It would be better if you could add a private INS, otherwise bragging with Peter without photo support would be like a top-notch Western meal without red wine, and the West without Jerusalem.

At this moment, Terry felt as if his dream had come true. After all, he had never been exposed to the hard-working programmer before time travel, the serious game enthusiast, or the little beggar who made a shocking comeback in Chinatown. A beauty in the true sense of the word.

But it was this poke that made Terry's head tilt to one side, and at the same time, he gradually calmed down because he was too strange.

In fact, this detail can be regarded as one of the strangest differences between Eastern and Western cultures in Terry's opinion.

I still remember that when he first arrived in the United States, Uncle Martin taught Terry not to shake hands with people casually using Eastern customs.

At that time, little Terry was still very unconvinced, thinking that after he came here, he would greet everyone and even hug and shake hands.

Do we have to follow the local customs and get used to their culture? Can't they respect my cultural habits because of my skin color and origin?

Taking into account Terry's young age, Martin did not rush to teach Terry common sense about racial discrimination, but told him that people here value private space.

Hugging is something only acquaintances and old friends would do, but for strangers meeting for the first time, maintaining a certain amount of private space is social etiquette.

This private space does not refer to Terry's small room, but to keep at least one meter away from strangers you meet for the first time. If the distance is lower than this distance, others will feel that the private space has been offended.

Therefore, you cannot shake hands with strangers, unless you have an interest relationship and have successfully negotiated a cooperation.

It's impossible for everyone to squeeze into each other in a small space like an elevator, but it's so weird to poke someone in the face when they meet for the first time. Due to his bad childhood experiences, Terry was always wary of abnormal things. Otherwise, he would not have been prepared in advance just by seeing the drivers of the moving company whose hats were too low yesterday.

He calmly took two steps back, fine-tuning his breathing rhythm in the process to try to calm down his blood that was rushing due to hormone secretion.

"Doctor, I don't think I even know your name yet?"

The long eyelashes fluttered like light butterfly wings. The strange lady looked at Terry's vigilance and showed a slightly narrow smile.

"You can call me Mayfair, Morgan Mayfair."

Damn it, if this girl hadn't behaved so strangely - her voice would have been really nice, as if someone was gently tickling their auricles with feathers.

Thinking about it carefully, this Miss Mayfair, who had a resolute attitude of "I'll fight anyone who stops me from getting off work" on the phone, is now inexplicably so... so affectionate towards her.

Yes, the other party's abnormal behavior made Terry almost think that the two parties were lovers who had not seen each other for a long time, if he hadn't been sure that it must be the first time he saw each other.

"Dr. Mayfair, I sincerely regret my failure to arrive at the clinic in time—"

"Shh~"

Taking advantage of Terry's slight relaxation after putting some distance away, Mayfair sneaked up to Terry's eyes, stretched out his finger and pressed his lips, blocking the subsequent apology.

"Since it's you who comes to the door, I think it doesn't matter if we just consult for one night tonight. What do you think, my little handsome guy?"

Mayfair's eyes were really watering, and the blush that appeared on his face at some point and his charming eyes were like rockets, raising Terry's blood pressure.

Help!
  Terry vowed to take back all the primitive impulses he had towards this broken bitch!
  Could this be a serious psychiatrist? Are you really not the top guy from the red light district?
  Just when Terry wanted to push Dr. Mayfair away but was unable to do so due to two major obstacles in a certain part of the opponent's body, a brand new buff suddenly appeared under the inventory.

‘Hallucination poison. ’

‘Ten minutes after being infected with the toxin, the character will be unable to control his behavior and enter a chaotic stage. ’

Terry's expression quickly darkened, he squinted his eyes and looked at the buff for a few seconds, then stuck out his tongue and licked the place where Dr. Mayfair had touched it with his finger.

Haha, Uncle Martin is right, there will be no pie in the sky (except for the old man Gu Yi), and there will be monsters when things go wrong.

From now on, you should just hide in your rented house and shop online. The power in New York is so rude.

I came here three times in two days. Who do you think I am? Tang monk meat?
  Hey~
  The elevator door opened on the eleventh floor, and Mayfair was already leaning on Terry's shoulder, as soft and boneless as a coquettish cat: "My clinic is over the corridor~"

"Oh?"

Terry put his arm around Mayfair's shoulders, with a shy smile on his face.

"How is the soundproofing of the room?"

Mayfair smiled very shyly, and kept rubbing against Terry's body.

"Even if we are turned upside down inside, the outside will not hear it, so don't worry~my knight~"

Terry's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

He's still a knight, he's still a knight, but here's the plot with me.

Hey! These girls are so wild!

"That would be great."

With a strong force in his hand, Terry pulled Mayfair into his arms completely, and the two of them walked towards the end of the corridor like adulterers and adulterers.

Mayfair casually took out the key from his bag, pressed his bright red cherry mouth under Terry's earlobe, and then bent down to open the door.

With the sound of turning in the keyhole, Terry's hands slowly raised the dangerous stainless steel broadsword he just got today.

"Dr. Mayfair, I have a question."

"Don't be impatient~"

The perfect hip curve and the dangling thighs wrapped in black stockings under the gray-brown OL skirt are indeed eye-catching, but Terry's eyes now have no extra emotion at all, as if he is looking at a piece of pork.

"No, what I mean is, do you know that if you behave like this, you can be called to the police and you are a minor?"

Zheng——

The giant sword slashed a cold light like a crescent moon in the air!

(End of this chapter)