Chapter 193
The slap Qiao Yue slapped was real, and she was not soft at all.

Shen Zheyi could even feel the hot tingling on his face.

It is dry in winter, and the skin on the face is already dehydrated. This slap really hurts the face.

Shen Zheyi touched his face with his hand, and reminded himself with a "hiss" that people really can't act.

But it seems not bad.

A kiss and a slap, it would be nice to have this kind of thing happen a few more times.

However, young master Shen stood in the cold wind, vaguely remembering that he forgot to ask something.

So, what is her relationship with the one who gave her roses?
Qiao Yue returned home, threw her bag on the sofa, and went to the sofa next to her.

Closing eyes is the face that Shen Zheyi approached just now.

She was kissed on the cheek.

No physical sensations other than irritability.

On the contrary, when she almost kissed Shen Zheyi's lips in the night just now, the disgusting feeling was obvious.

She took out her mobile phone from her bag, found a number from the contact person and dialed it.

It was still daytime in New York, and it didn't take long for someone to answer the phone after she dialed out.

Still in English with a London accent, "Hi, Joe."

Qiao Yue: "I would like to ask, is it possible that my disease is just not disgusting when kissed on the face, but disgusting when kissed on the mouth?"

Jason: "Who kissed you? Boyfriend?"

The psychiatrist's focus is never on the same level as hers.

Qiao Yue: "Did I say that I was kissed?"

Jason: "Please don't try to lie to your therapist."

OK.

Qiao Yue looked at the ceiling, "Analyze what's going on?"

Jason made some noises over there, as if he was watching TV, "I thought you were male and didn't feel it, but now it seems that maybe you just resist certain behaviors."

Qiao Yue: "Huh?"

Jason continued, "Why don't you try a few more times, or try something else?"

Qiao Yue remained expressionless, "What else do you mean?"

Jason: "For example, something more intimate than kissing."

Qiao Yue: "..."

Ha ha, an unscrupulous psychiatrist.

Jason didn't give up on his proposal, "Joe, have you got a boyfriend?"

Qiao Yue: "No."

Jason: "Then when will you come back for a follow-up visit?"

Jason started his career as a psychiatrist.It never occurred to me that one day I would want to humbly beg the patient to come back for treatment.

Who makes his patients have no interest in treatment.

Who got him interested in this disease?

Acknowledged.

Qiao Yue glanced at the time on the phone, yawned silently, and said lazily, "Let's talk, hang up."

She picked up her bag, went upstairs to tidy herself up, and took every step of removing makeup, washing her face and washing her face, and finally fell asleep on the bed after finishing all this.

Probably because she had been too chaotic recently, she didn't know what strange thoughts were going on in her mind, and she had another long dream.

The beginning of this dream is still those pictures deeply buried in memory, memories that she does not want to face.

She was like a passerby, watching the scenes, her emotions fluctuated accordingly.

The image that finally appeared in the dream was a magnified handsome face kissing her on the cheek.

Qiao Yue woke up, startled.

With tears still on her face, she touched the pillow, which was wet.

Qiao Yue stared at the ceiling expressionlessly, reacting for a long time.

Then, he lifted the quilt to cover her head.

What is she dreaming about!

(End of this chapter)

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