[Quick Transmigration] He who was born to be loved

It was another rainy night, the torrential rain was pouring outside the window, and the crackling sound could be heard through the window. The vertical and horizontal water flow was like countless cracks, and the sky was so gloomy that it made one's heart palpitate.

Lan Si drew the curtains uneasily, and sat back in front of the computer with a heavy heart.

He is a writer who lives alone at home and writes for a living. Because he never goes out, there is often a lot of food in the refrigerator. Even if it rains heavily for many days, he doesn't have to worry about it.

And what he was worried about, or what he was afraid of was just...

It's just a vivid nightmare of being violated every rainy day.

The windows on the balcony seemed not to be closed tightly, and he was restless when he heard the sound of the flower pot being smashed down, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He walked over quickly and saw the pot of green plants fell on the ground, and the flower pot was broken The soil was also scattered, and the green vegetation wet by the rain was blown by the cold wind blowing in through the gaps in the windows, moving as if trembling.

Lan Si hurriedly closed the window tightly, then found out the new flower pot that was given by the boss at the flower market, quickly filled it with soil, and carefully replanted the weak green plants in it.

Because he lived alone for too long and was used to writing stories, sometimes he would talk to himself in front of inanimate objects at home, and involuntarily touched the leaves of the green plants lightly, and then whispered apologetically.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I didn't check the window before, so I accidentally broke your flowerpot. This flowerpot is a bit small. I'll go out and buy you a new flowerpot when it doesn't rain again. You must fight for it Grow well, the plants I raised before have never survived."

Sometimes I live alone for too long and occasionally feel lonely. Lan Si can't cope with cats and dogs. He also bought a few pots of green plants to keep him with him.

But when he writes a manuscript, he forgets everything around him. He rarely eats his own three meals regularly. How could he remember to bask in the sun on time for the plants? thought.

It was a coincidence that he bought a new green plant this time. Because he needed to write the background of the flower market in the novel, he went to the local flower market for a day to inspect it, and then met a very enthusiastic boss who took him to chat. The knowledge of flowers played a great role in his novel, so in the end he bought a pot of green plants from the boss to express his gratitude.

Lansi didn't know the species of the plant, so he just picked one that looked easier to feed. When the boss introduced the name and habits to him, he nodded and remembered it, and he forgot it when he got home.

In addition to being meticulous and meticulous in his work, he is actually careless in life.Fortunately, I don't have so many requirements for my own life, just living is enough.

After placing the green plants, he went to write the manuscript again.When he was sleepy, the rain outside the door still didn't stop. He didn't dare to sleep. He turned on the TV and watched funny variety shows to force himself to stay awake, but soon his head was bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice. At this point, the remote control in his hand fell on the soft carpet unknowingly.

After a while, he fell asleep with long breaths.

In the rainy dream, he was violated again by that strange man.

This time the man still couldn't see his face clearly, he hugged Lansi like every rainy night before, and cruelly opened his shivering body, which was curled up and grinded, the scorching body seemed to melt him.

But today the man's body was wet, as if he had been drenched by rain.

Lance has long since changed from the first disbelief, disgust, fear and hysteria to the current tolerance of adaptation. He bit the man's shoulder in tears and wept sobbingly. Like a small animal, it sounds very pitiful.

The man silently kissed the wet tears on his face, the gesture of hugging him was very gentle, but the action of pinning him to the bed and plundering fiercely was fierce and violent.

Lance even had the illusion of a trance, as if something slippery like a twig had penetrated into the deepest part of his body, making him curl up his toes in fear.

It seemed that he had sensed his trembling.The man kissed his tightly closed wet eyelashes, and whispered soothingly.

"They are not used to their new home and want to hug you. Don't be afraid, they will settle down after a while."

His voice was deep and magnetic, as ethereal as the wind in the absurd deep dream, but it clearly slipped into Lan Si's ear.

Lance had never found any effective information in the few words he said before, and no matter what he asked, all he got was silence from the other party, so this time he finally heard that he had leaked a little information, and quickly grabbed his hands. Arm asked nervously.

"What do you mean? Who are they? Where is the new home?"

The man smiled lightly and stopped talking.

Lan Si didn't want to give up just like this, so he kissed him to flatter him, and said timidly.

"Don't keep hiding it from me, I'm afraid."

The soft voice that was still wrapped in a crying voice overflowed with deep shock and fear. It was the despair of being raped by a stranger of the same sex but could not break free.

As if his heart had finally softened, the man rubbed his head lovingly, his rough fingertips fondled along the corners of his eyes to the side of his face, and his broad palm clasped the back of his head close to him.

In the close breath, he finally revealed the secret that Lan Si wanted to know the most.

"I am the potted green plant you bought back."

Lance's pupils shrank suddenly.

When he woke up the next day, Lance was already lying on the big soft bed in the bedroom. It was also like this on rainy days in the past. No matter where he hid in the house to try to avoid the entanglement of rainy days, he would wake up and sleep well. Lying on the bed, even the hard-to-speak places have been cleaned cleanly.

Every time afterwards, it was so appropriate. At first, he thought that a pervert had come in and hid in the house. He spent a whole day checking every corner thoroughly. After no results, he reinforced a layer on the outside of the door. Fingerprint unlock to enter and exit.

But it still didn't work, since when did he experience such an embarrassing night every rainy day, when he was so frightened to the extreme, he even thought he was hallucinating, so he couldn't bear it and ran out to the hotel for a night.

Still no use.

The strange man kept pestering him as if he had taken root by his side. Lance almost wanted to go to the police station to call the police, but he really couldn't tell anyone about such absurd and embarrassing things. Resigned to fate.

Only now did he finally know that the man was that potted green plant.

He bought the green plants he raised with his own hands.

The author has something to say

Man: (unhappy) My surname is Shen.

Lance: (muttering) Don't let me see you every time, bad review!

The ending of the story this time is rather dark, probably because of the idiot Lu Zhi Gong X who can't escape no matter what~

(Some plants have thorns in their tentacles, and the liquid they secrete has a certain hallucinogenic effect, so Xiao Lansi is actually stuffed with sauce every time, but because he is affected by the liquid of the tentacles, he thinks he is dreaming!)

Love you guys!mwah!