After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Chapter 205 Thorn Mental Hospital 3

"Cyril?"

Yang Guang asked uncertainly, and after getting the man's affirmative answer, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

What's going on? Originally, the name of this mental hospital and the Castle of Thorns were exactly the same. How come my lover's name has returned now...

Yes, Yang Guang recognized him. The person in front of him was indeed the lover who had accompanied him through so many copies.

This name has been sealed in Yang Guang's heart for a long time, so long that he thought he might never hear this name again in the future.

Cyril was able to escape from the Castle of Thorns and follow him through one instance after another, which must have come at a price. Yang Guang originally thought that the price was that Cyril would constantly change his name and lose his memory in different instances in the future.

But now it seems that the former has been denied.

A trace of contemplation flashed across Yang Guang's eyes. Does this mean...the latter can also be broken?

Cyril looked at Yang Guang's dazed expression, and gently called out to the sweet-looking nurse opposite him twice. After knowing that the nurse had noticed him, he asked doubtfully, "Don't you like the food I prepared for you? I'm sorry, I saw that you didn't move, so I prepared the food for you without permission... I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Guang raised his hand, picked up the chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of spicy chicken into his mouth.

"No... well... I was just a little surprised by Doctor Cyril. I didn't expect the doctors here to be so kind..."

As he was talking, Yang Guang became interested and continued timidly: "I am actually just an ordinary nurse. I was hired by luck... I didn't expect the head nurse and Doctor Cyril to be so friendly..."

As he was talking, Yang Guang did not forget to put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

The smile in Cyril's eyes grew even brighter. "Because I liked you the first time I saw you. Maybe this is what you Orientals call 'fate'."

Yang Guang: “…”

What is the way to pick up a local dog...

Yang Guang laughed twice and urged, "Doctor Cyril, eat quickly. The food will get cold and won't taste good."

After saying that, Yang Guang took a spoonful of soup and then he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It actually tastes pretty good!

Cyril also picked up his chopsticks. Yang Guang ate his own food while observing the other person's movements.

It's amazing. Although he looks like a Westerner, his eating habits are the same as Yang Guang's, which is a Chinese diet.

Cyril felt Yang Guang's curious gaze. He looked up at Yang Guang, raised his eyebrows and smiled. His deep eyes were like a bottomless ocean, making people feel both beautiful and dangerous.

"What are you curious about, Yang Guang? If you are willing to tell me, I will be happy to answer you."

Yang Guang listened to this familiar and artificial way of speaking, and almost blurted out "Young Master" subconsciously.

Fortunately, Yang Guang held back this time.

Yang Guang cleared his throat, lowered his head slightly and looked at Cyril from an angle that made him look more pitiful.

"Well... I'm just curious why you, who looks like a completely Western person, would be interested in Eastern food."

Cyril felt soft-hearted when he saw the pitiful and lovely little nurse in front of him who felt inferior because of her academic qualifications.

"Hmm... I don't know. I'm just more interested in Eastern cuisine."

Oriental beauties are no exception.

Cyril didn't say this out loud, but Yang Guang knew this man very well. When Yang Guang looked up and saw Cyril's affectionate eyes, he knew that he had set his sights on him.

Familiar eyes, familiar person. Yang Guang felt amused while putting the braised chicken leg in his bowl into Cyril's plate.

"I do not want to eat……"

Yang Guang suddenly shut his mouth halfway through his speech, with his chopsticks hovering in the air, about to fall.

Yang Guang: “Uh…”

Damn it, what should I do if I subconsciously put the food I don’t like into the bowl of the person who has lost his memory?

This is so embarrassing...

Cyril was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Thank you for sharing, dear."

After saying that, he elegantly... uh... started eating the braised chicken leg.

Yang Guang: “…”

Impressed.

The following meal time went very smoothly. Although he was not allowed to talk while eating or sleeping, Cyril's wit and humor were still there and fat Yang Guang enjoyed his meal very much.

Of course, what made Yang Guang happiest was that Cyril was willing to share the dishes with him.

This allowed Yang Guang to taste more food in one meal.

Cyril for different foods: -v-

Lunch time was over. Cyril wiped his mouth elegantly, then turned his gaze to Yang Guang: "I'm very happy to have dinner with you. Do you have any plans for dinner?"

Yang Guang shook his head, indicating that he had just arrived and did not have any other plans for the evening shift after work.

Hearing this, Cyril's eyes flashed with joy: "Then can I invite you to dinner tonight?"

Yang Guang: “…”

This person clearly just wanted to invite me to dinner in the cafeteria, but why did he say it as if he was inviting me to some high-end western restaurant...

Yang Guang was silent, Yang Guang smiled.

"Really? Doctor Cyril? It's my pleasure!"

After saying this, Yang Guang looked at the handsome man in front of him with sparkling eyes.

Cyril: "It's my pleasure, dear."

Yang Guang: Get it.

After lunch, there was more than an hour of lunch break. Yang Guang planned to stroll around the hospital and familiarize himself with the working environment. Cyril sincerely applied for the job of "tour guide" at the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital, and Yang Guang of course chose to accept it!

So, two good-looking men appeared in the hospital corridor, strolling slowly in the corridor, turning their heads from time to time to look at each other and smile at each other.

Sometimes the two of them would put their heads together, whisper a few words, and then look at each other with a smile.

Just like a date.

When this thought came up, Yang Guang's eyelids jumped. Excuse me, whose good person's date is in a mental hospital...

Yang Guang thought for a while and chose to give up thinking.

"There is still some time for break. Yang Guang, go back and have a rest. After all, you still have to pay in the afternoon."

Cyril looked at his watch and then spoke to Yang Guang considerately.

Yang Guang nodded, left first and returned to the office.

Cyril kept staring at Yang Guang's back until he saw him enter the office, then he turned and left.

"Knock Knock Knock..."

There was a knock on the door. Cyril picked up a cobalt blue gilded cup on the table, took a sip of coffee, and then said, "Come in."

The office door was opened, and the blonde nurse respectfully reported to the person sitting at the desk about the situation in the hospital this morning and matters related to the new employees.

With a smile in his eyes, Cyril put down the cup in his hand and said "hmm" to the head nurse who was standing aside after finishing her report.

Head Nurse: "It seems that the director has contacted the new employee."

Cyril: "Well, you give him some professional work."

The head nurse was stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to say that Yang Guang did not have the professional knowledge and ability, she saw Cyril's mysterious smile.

Head nurse: “…”

If you want to call someone to your office to have a romantic relationship, then just call them. What kind of a lame excuse is that...