I'm in a female-oriented online novel, but I'm on the villain's side.

Chapter 32 A Rich and Colorful Imagination

After Lin Zheng showed no reaction, Shen Xi touched his nose with her finger and waited for more than a minute.

The breathing of a person in a coma is different from that of a normal person.

It was a persistent and bland atmosphere.

However, Lin Zheng seemed to have a slight fluctuation in his breathing, but this is a normal reaction to the new drug.

She checked her eyelids and heartbeat, and only when she saw that the medication was really working did she finally breathe a sigh of relief and let go of her hands covering her eyes.

She stared at the man lying on his back on the bed.

"What a troublesome guy. I wonder if you saw it was me just now."

Ever since I met this guy, I seem to be making frequent mistakes. I didn't make this many mistakes in the previous few years combined. What's wrong with me lately?

Is this dog destined to bring me bad luck?

She took out the new drug that Jiang Huaimeng had asked her to research from her pocket, remembering that the head of the laboratory had said that the drug had a hypnotic effect.

After taking the medication and waking up, although it has no effect on the patient's body, it may cause the person to forget what exactly happened before going to sleep the previous night.

Slightly confuse that part of reality with the dream.

"Never mind, I'll test him another day and I'll know. I should have reacted quickly just now, so even if I had seen it, I probably wouldn't have been able to see it clearly."

Just like last time, Shen hope helped him up and threw him onto the bed, posing him like a mummy, before leaving the hotel through the main entrance.

Before long, Shen hope pushed Jiang Huaimeng back into the room from outside the corridor.

"Was the medication successful? Did you try to see if he could speak?"

Shen hope replied, "I haven't experimented with it, but the doctor said this medicine will put people into a moderate sleep, which doesn't seem quite the same as complete unconsciousness to me."

Jiang Huaimeng came to his bedside again, looking at Lin Zheng sleeping peacefully: "Alright, you can go out now, I'll stay here with him for a while."

Shen hope responded and went to stand guard outside the door, just like last time.

Jiang Huaimeng was still wearing the same blue-black dress as she maneuvered her wheelchair closer to Lin Zheng's face.

I recalled how the lab director explained the full efficacy of this drug to me at noon today.

"Mr. Jiang, the hypnotic drug you helped us develop has been successful. After taking this drug, a person can enter a moderate sleep state. In this state, the patient can not only have simple conversations with you, but also talk in their sleep."

Even after waking up, the drug's components might cause confusion or forgetfulness of certain parts of the memory, making the person either forget it or think they were dreaming. And there are absolutely no side effects; I've had several people try it.

Jiang Huaimeng reached out her slender hand and gently stroked his hair:

"Actually, I shouldn't have been in such a hurry to let you try the drug, but after our conversation today, I really felt like we hadn't had enough and wanted to chat with you a little longer. If you feel unwell tomorrow, I will punish those people properly and avenge you."

Trial... drug testing?

With his eyes closed, Lin Zheng thought to himself, "No wonder Shen hope checked my breath and touched my chest after giving me the medicine."

It took so long.

So they were observing the drug response?

But what's the purpose of this medicine? Jiang Huaimeng doesn't seem to be trying to harm me, and she said it would allow me to communicate? Does that mean I should be able to speak after taking the medicine?

What an amazing medicine!

Jiang Huaimeng looked at Lin Zheng, with an experimental mindset: "But how exactly do you want to speak? Is asking you questions enough? Lin Zheng? Are you asleep?"

Lin Zheng: "..."

So, should I speak or not?

Seeing that Lin Zheng didn't react, Jiang Huaimeng frowned slightly: "Strange, Lin Zheng, who is your favorite woman?"

Lin Zheng felt that he must be right. This medicine could make people unconscious and still speak. But there shouldn't be any medicine in the world that could make a person who is unconscious speak clearly, right?

I'll just give it a vague answer for now.

Lin Zheng's voice was muffled: "What..."

Jiang Huaimeng's eyebrows furrowed with excitement, and a look of astonishment appeared on her lips: "He really spoke! Lin Zheng, I'm asking who your favorite woman is? Who is the woman you most want to see right now?"

Lin Zheng slowly spoke, "Yes..."

"Who is it? Tell me!"

"It's...Jiang...Huaimeng..."

Jiang Huaimeng pursed her lips, her face beaming with a smile, and her cheeks flushed slightly: "So good."

She continued to stroke his head rhythmically: "Then why do you like her so much?"

"There's no reason... I just like her... I liked her from the very first time I saw her."

How much do you like it?

"I really like it."

"How much do you mean by 'really like it'?"

Lin Zheng was speechless. What kind of questions were these? What was the difference between them?!

He answered vaguely, "I really like it... I like it both physically and mentally."

Jiang Huaimeng felt a surge of joy with each question she heard, but she still felt unsatisfied. She wondered what other fun questions there were. Wait, physiological? Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she asked curiously:

"So... if Jiang Huaimeng were in your arms right now, and you were allowed to do whatever you wanted with her, what would you most want to do with her?"

Lin Zheng suddenly smiled.

Jiang Huaimeng looked at him with a slight frown.

"Do*"

The unexpected answer stunned Jiang Huaimeng, but the blush of surprise that appeared on her face quickly faded. Then, as if realizing something, her voice turned much colder:

"Really? But that woman's upper body is numb. Don't you feel disgusted? She can't feel anything; she's just numb like a corpse."

Lin Zheng did not speak.

The ensuing silence of the next ten seconds completely extinguished Jiang Huaimeng's initial enthusiasm for the evening.

A cold, self-deprecating inner monologue:

As expected... you still haven't truly fallen for me. You just fell for an imagined version of me, like everyone else. I thought your feelings for me were different; after so many years, your love must have been the purest. But... it's truly laughable.

She was about to withdraw her hand.

As a result, Lin Zheng, who was unconscious, suddenly grasped the jade hand that was touching his hair.

"Are you Mengmeng? Am I dreaming? Are you Mengmeng?"

Jiang Huaimeng never expected that he could still control his body.

Although the coma seems to persist, the lab director doesn't appear to have mentioned it.

However, considering that the goal is to induce a moderate state of sleep, slight body control should be achievable.

"it's me."

Lin Zheng suddenly smiled with his eyes closed and said gently:

"I knew it was you. All you do is overthink things, like a child getting stuck in a rut. What do you mean I feel disgusted? What about corpses? Why would you talk about yourself like that?"

Jiang Huaimeng's originally icy gaze flickered slightly.

Lin Zheng held Jiang Huaimeng's hand tightly, surprised that this woman's hand was so small and soft.

It feels really comfortable to hold.

"My Mengmeng is clearly the most perfect. Even God is jealous of your perfection and took away a part of your body. Disgusting? If what you just said is true, and it allows me to do whatever I want, do you think I would find it disgusting?"

I think even if you lose control of your body, you'll still hold my neck and kiss me in bed. True love is on a spiritual level. When two people in love embrace, I don't believe you'll be expressionless; you'll just look at me shyly, blushing beautifully.

An hour later, Shen hope saw Jiang Huaimeng come out of the room.

The blush on her face was clearly visible, and a sickly joy appeared between her brows. Her red lips parted slightly: "Xiao hope, push me back."

Shen hope recalled that she seemed to have the same expression last time, only this time it was more obvious: "Yes."

The wheelchair slowly moved toward the stairs.

Sitting in her wheelchair, Jiang Huaimeng placed her hand to her lips and gently bit the knuckle of her index finger.

His imagination is so vivid and colorful, it's so adorable!