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  "Why is your cssmate's fate always so bad?" Jiang g asked.

  He remembered that Fatty once mentiohat his former deskmate died in a drunk driving act, and the one who succeeded him jumped off a building two years ago after being cheated on.

  He had only heard of "husband killers," but this was the first time he met someone like Fatty who seemed to have "cursed cssmates."

  "Doctor, don't say that," Fatty awkwardly scratched his head, stig out an arm from the bheucked the b properly. "I still have some cssmates I lost tact with, so I'm not sure what's going on with them."

  Jiang g thought for a moment, then solemnly said, "It's better not to tact them. If something happens, you won't be able to expin."

  Fatty: "..."

  After doing several sets of exercises, Jiang g stood up, removed his thin shirt, rolled it up, and tossed it aside.

  He was the type whose figure looked slim with clothes on and muscur without them. His streamlined muscles were well-banced, different from the explosive strength of Western bodybuilders, and more in lih the aesthetic of Asian men.

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  Fatty stared with sneaky eyes, secretly envious.

  Jiang g looked at his body in the half-length mirror, he squinted slightly and then turo the side. He raised his hand and... spanked his firm buttocks, feeling the tremor travelling through his body, he showed a mysterious smile.

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  This se suddenly reminded Fatty of when they were in the school in the nightmare. Doctor Jiang had been lying on the bed, the gring sunlight shining on him, he had said:

  "Fatty," the doctor had squinted and asked, "Don’t I look like a zy angel?"

  Fatty swallowed nervously. He thought Jiang g might have some psychological issues, especially since he seemed particurly satisfied with certain parts of his body.

  A few mier, Jiang g received a phone call. Fatty noticed that Jiang g seemed very excited, nodding stantly, and there ark in his eyes.

  He rarely saw Jiang g like this. Most of the time, Jiang g was rebellious and aloof, so Fatty was curious about who was oher end of the line.

  So far, the only person who could tame Jiang g was his boss, Lin Wahe real owner of this psychology sulting room.

  In front of her, Jiang g showed a all. She even took the few hundred yuan he had left.

  Could it be her?

  While Fatty was brainst, Jiang g hung up the phohen, under Fatty's watchful gaze, skipped over to the desk, pulled out a key, and opehe bottom drawer.

  He took out something ed tightly and, in front of Fatty, ope—Fatty's eyes widened in shock.

  It was... a uniform-style outfit.

  Pure white, very new, resembling the white doctor's uniform Jiang g usually wore, but the fabric felt much finer.

  The top was retively loose, with a waist-g design in the middle. Strangely, there were only two buttons along the colr.

  The button edges were silver, and golden tassels on the shoulders matched the narrow trim, making it dazzling. Fatty could imagi looking great in the dim light of a dance floor or a private room.

  As Jiang g fastehe two buttons, he cheerfully told Fatty, who was already stunned, "I'm going out for a bit. You stay here and look after the pce. I'll probably be home te tonight."

  "Beep! Beep!"

  "Beep beep!"

  The sharp sound of car horns echoed outside.

  For some reason, Fatty felt a sense ency from the horn sounds.

  After ging into his outfit, Jiang g jogged to the door, ope, and dashed out.

  In the moment, Fatty sprang up from the sofa and rushed to the window. Standing on tiptoe, he looked outside.

  A royal blue sports car arked in front. The sleek body exuded a raw beauty. He just so happeo see Jiang g leaning against the car door, then with a swift move, he gracefully got into the passenger seat.

  The golden tassels on his shoulders fluttered with the motion, and his as were incredibly stylish.

  The car was of a brand Fatty didn’t reize, and the lise pte was covered with a bck pte.

  Besides Jiang g, there were firls in the car, including the driver. Three of them were squeezed into the back seat, chattiedly with Jiang g, one of them even daring enough to nearly g to him.

  Then, with the roar of the ehe royal blue sports car sped away.

  Fatty stood dumbfounded by the window, the words Jiang g had said earlier eg in his mind, ringing like the sound of a bell.

  "Tonight, I’m going to do something important."

  "It has nothing to do with nightmares, it’s my own business."

  "I’m a model."

  "I work night shifts at KTV... top-tier."

  "The high-end group, you know? I don’t go out without an appoi. It’s incredibly hard fur guests to meet me."

  Fatty’s mind exploded. He finally realized that everything Jiang g had said was true, but no one believed it. Everyohought he was crazy, or that it was just a disguise to shift attention.

  All of them were the actual s.

  That night, Fatty spent it in deep unease. Over the time spent with Jiang g, he thought he had figured out the man’s pure heart hiddeh the exhaustion and pretense.

  But reality spped him hard in the face.

  It made him see the gap between himself and Jiang g.

  They were not from the same world. Not even from the same dimension.

  At 3:30 AM, Jiang g finally dragged his tired body home. When he opehe door and saw Fatty ed in a b, sitting alone on the sofa with his head down, he froze for a moment.

  "Why aren’t you sleeping?" Jiang g, smelling of alcohol and perfume, asked in fusion. He gnced around and tinued, "I don’t think any nightmare will strike tonight, the frequency won’t be this high."

  It seemed he had drunk quite a bit, but was still retively clear-headed.

  His face had lipstick marks, and there were some unclear stains on his colrbone.

  One of his buttons was missing, and the thread was still hanging from his shirt.

  It was clear he had been having fun.

  With aed expression, Jiang g swaggered over to Fatty, sitting down across from him. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a thick wad of bills.

  In just a few seds, he had taken out money from various parts of his body, stag it all together. The amount was impressive.

  While ting, he chuckled untrolbly, his eyes narrowed into slits, "Phew, good thing the supervisor wasn’t strict today." He gathered the moogether, looking very pleased.

  (End of the Chapter)

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