Lan Yan slowly straightened up.

He supported the table with one hand and stared at the lighter in Yin Xiaodao's hand. The other hand holding the cigarette roll was shaking, thrusting from his arm to his fingers. It took him a lot of effort to prevent the cigarette roll from falling.

Lan Yan's body was in a very floating state. There were all kinds of pain in his body, with pains on the surface of the skin and deep bone marrow, both light and heavy. And he began to feel palpitations.

If he had been rational at this moment, he would not have snatched the lighter.

Under normal circumstances, his strength gap with Yin Xiaodao is more than ten streets. Not to mention, he is unable to stand steadily now.

But at this moment, he was full of thoughts of taking poison, so he forced his defeated body and rushed towards the lighter.

Yin Xiaodao flashed by lightly and retreated very calmly. Her face was as usual, neither happy nor sad.

Lan Yan couldn't stabilize and almost tripped by the bed.

He stopped and looked at the lighter. He was about to grab it again, but suddenly the pain of a needle prick was heard from the muscles on his back, so he relaxed his tense and slid down the table. He twitched in pain.

Yin Xiaodao leaned slightly and wanted to help him.

Lan Yan suddenly waved her hand, then stuffed the cigarette into her mouth with a violent expression, and then chewed it hard.

He choked up while swallowing.

It was too difficult to swallow dryly, but he didn't care about that much. He could smell the powder mixed in tobacco, which was the most fragrant thing he had ever eaten.

Yin Xiaodao lowered his waist and accidentally snatched the cigarette he was chewing.

Lan Yan angrily wanted to kill her with a knife. He was very weak and could only use his eyes to lingchi her.

She twisted a piece of cigarette and said, "You can only smoke half."

"You/Mom is ugly and disgusting." He shivered, his speech unsteady.

Yin Xiaodao threw the lighter in front of him, "If you talk, I won't give it to you."

Although Lan Yan was not very sober, he understood. So he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

She measured the time and decided not to make things difficult for him anymore, put the cigarette and lighter on his hands. Then she squatted down and looked at his face.

As soon as the thing was obtained, Lan Yan ignored her completely. He lit it in a hurry, and then shouted two loudly.

The effect of scalding is relatively slow, and poisons/pharmaceuticals need to be absorbed through the gastrointestinal tract before they can enter the blood. Lan Yan did not prepare any injection tools for himself, so even if it is in urgent need at this moment, he has no other channels.

Half a cigarette was finished after a few seconds. The feeling of floating was not as strong as before, and it made him even more itchy.

Lan Yan turned his eyes to the drawer. There were still a lot of cigarettes there.

Yin Xiaodao noticed his intention and stopped him. "Only half."

He struggled hard, but was forced to death by her force. "Get out! You ugly monster!"

"Silang, it's okay." Yin Xiaodao has always been unwilling to talk and does not know how to comfort people, so he can only repeat, "It's okay." The Chinese medicine before also had a sedative effect. After this period, he would not feel so uncomfortable.

Although the amount of heroin intake needs to increase with the tolerance of the human body, it also has a half-life. As long as it does not continue to replenish, it will slowly disappear in the body. During the half-life, addiction/gentleman will have a severe withdrawal reaction.

Yin Xiaodao did not let Lan Yan take the chance. The way she chose was to prolong the half-life and reduce the pain of withdrawal.

Of course, reduction does not mean there is no.

The days that Lan Yan has to endure are still very long.

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Lan Yan and Yin Xiaodao were in a stalemate for a long time.

Finally, he calmed down.

The body's joy lasted for a short time.

Afterwards, he fell to the side weakly.

"Silang." Yin Xiaodao called him in a low voice.

Lan Yan's eyes did not open and he responded vaguely, "Yes."

It was because he closed his eyes that he missed Yin Xiaodao's expression change. Her usual old-fashioned face flashed with a hint of warmth.

She gently touched the wound on his forehead, "Does it hurt?"

Lan Yan shook his head slightly.

Hero/he felt no pain due to his nerve paralysis.

She patted his shoulder and "Get up."

"No." He shrank.

Yin Xiaodao insisted on helping him up and "go to rest." When she touched his upper body, she found that his chest and back were sweaty, and his shirt was completely wet.

Lan Yan was very tired and didn't want to move. He simply pressed the weight of his body on her shoulders.

She half supported him and half lifted him on the bed.

As soon as he touched the bed, he felt even more sleepy. His posture did not change at all, and he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Yin Xiaodao treated the wound on his forehead. She thought that when he woke up, she would probably blame the wound on his proud face.

Seeing that his shirt was wet, she took it off. Then she covered him with a quilt and covered him tightly.

Lan Yan muttered and threw the quilt away.

She was afraid that he would catch a cold, so she covered it again. Then she turned the temperature of the air conditioner.

When Lan Yan was sleeping, Yin Xiaodao dug out Grandpa Yin’s prescription again. She planned to observe for a few more days before considering the adjustment of the prescription.

Grandpa Yin also sent a few related books, and she took them out and read them carefully.

It is difficult for Yin Xiaodao to concentrate on doing something because she always stays alert. This is a habit for many years.

Lan Yan turned over, she looked at him many times.

Until he wakes up.

Lan Yan yawned with his eyes closed and then turned his body sideways. He slept so well.

When he felt comfortable, he unconsciously scratched his waist a few times.

Then, he pressed his waist, touched his back, and patted his shoulder.

Lan Yan suddenly opened his eyes, pulled the quilt and looked inside.

Naked/.

Fortunately, my lower body pants are still there.

He covered his chest with a quilt, sat up, and then looked straight at Yin Xiaodao, "Say! You did something shameful while I was sleeping!"

As soon as he said that Yin Xiaodao knew that Lan Yan was back in anger. She put down the book in her hand and said, "Be honest and upright."

"Bah!" Lan Yan wrapped herself completely in the quilt, "Which open-minded person would take off other people's clothes?"

"You are sweating and your clothes are wet." She explained lightly, not feeling that something was wrong.

Lan Yan pulled his eyebrows, "Excuse me!"

Yin Xiaodao listened to his unreasonable accusation and ignored her. She left the room directly.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Lan Yan was exhausted. He immediately got out of bed and put on his clothes at an unprecedented speed.

He didn't slept for too long. It was past eight o'clock in the evening.

Neither he nor her had eaten.

Thinking of this, Lan Yan went out to flip through the refrigerator.

Fortunately, I bought a lot of dishes yesterday and I could have a sumptuous dinner tonight.

He went into the kitchen.

Yin Xiaodao is here too.

Blue Flame is fierce, "Voyeurism!"

"I didn't peep." Yin Xiaodao used chopsticks to mix the herbs in the pot.

"Who believes you?" He smelled the smell of Chinese medicine and wrinkled his nose, "It smells so smelly."

"The good medicine is bitter." She said the same thing.

"Hmph." He responded casually twice, and then began to show his chef's skills. In the middle, he said in a wild manner, "Dao Guard, go and carve a plaque for me of the chef god."

"Okay." She felt that this title was well deserved for him.

Lan Yan smiled happily when she heard her affirmation.

Neither of them mentioned the tragic situation he had been addicted to before, as if he had not taken it seriously.

In fact, during that time, Lan Yan had memories, that is, there was memories, so he knew how painful it would be without poisons. He really didn't want to go through such a process of suffering from water and fire. So at the dinner table, he looked at Yin Xiaodao, who had already eaten three bowls of rice, "Guardian Dao, you'd better go home and plow the fields."

In less than a second, she replied, "I refuse."

"You really hate it." He ate and lived with him, but he didn't listen to him.

Yin Xiaodao didn't say anything, and picked up food and meat on his own.
To be continued...