I felt like I shot my lover in the head

11

I stuffed the spiked cigarette he held loose in his mouth, and maliciously blew a puff of smoke into his face.

He closed his eyes and gently waved them away, touching my side face and the corners of my eyes with his fingers, as if he was touching some animal.

There was a circle of purple on my arms, and the blue and red on my body was even more wonderful. I was covered in a mess, wet and sticky, and there were a bunch of weird things besides sweat.Rose oil was spilled all over the ground, and the clothes thrown on the ground could no longer be worn.

"What do you want to ask?" I said.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

"Don't tell me you didn't guess it, you didn't know that I was a member of the military commander." I pressed the cigarette end on the bedside table, leaving a black burnt mark.

"Before, was that you? A nightclub..." he asked.

I looked up at him and didn't answer.What is there to say?Yes or no, it's all over, what's the point.

He also seemed to feel that the question was inappropriate, and changed the question himself: "Why did you kill Juntong's own people?"

I stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Why?Why?I am a killer. I can kill whoever the boss tells me to kill. It is best to kill devils and traitors. I don’t care if I kill political enemies or undercover agents.If I have doubts, the day is the day when the boss kills me.

He still looked at me persistently, trying to pry an answer out of my mouth.

He is so serious that I am envious.

He is rich and powerful, he has no worries about food and drink, and he doesn't have to work hard for the next meal.Have faith, have a sense of justice, know what to do and what not to do, and even more know what to do.He has done this business of throwing his head and blood at any time, risking an unknown death, but he is always ready to die resolutely. In the final analysis, he deserves his death.

And me?

Enmity and hatred don't seem to be that important in my heart, maybe it's a gift from the youth of wandering and famine.Master shed tears in the direction of Master's wife's grave, and I couldn't feel any sadness.Mr. Dai also had a heartache for the country, and I don't feel the pain.I am also shocked by the sudden outburst of energy in the dying moment of the person I killed, but I feel no sympathy.

I know I'm different.This keeps me calm, focused and better able to get things done.

But I envy him.

I envy his blood, his earnestness, his wealth and power, his belief, his well-deserved death, his morality, his body, everything about him.I will never have these things. My fate changed completely from the moment Mr. Dai brought me into the military command.

But these, how do I say?

"Let me kill, I will kill." I said.

He slapped me.My head was thrown to the side, there was a smell of blood at the corner of my mouth, and there was also a bloody smell in my nostrils.

I turned my head and looked at him coldly, but there was a physiological mist in my eyes: "Hit me?"

He also froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect to hit it.

I straightened up and sat facing him on top of him.I stretched out my hand to pull his face and let him look at me. I still have his marks all over my body.

He asked, "You called back?"

I snorted softly, leaned over to kiss him, and said vaguely: "Let you taste it. I don't want to fight."

12

I woke up lazily in the afternoon.

Last night I had the most exciting sex dream in history, it was vivid, full of plot and action.

After waking up, I couldn't help thinking about it in bed, DIY by the way, and ended up killing the whole morning.

So decadent.

But I like it, hehehe.

The weather is gloomy today, but it has not rained. According to the weather forecast, the cold wave will pass through the country, and it is expected that the temperature will drop tomorrow.The weather was bad, and no guests came.The last order came from a filial piety, and the last order was two months ago.There is only so much work content, patting the husband who cheated on the third and the fourth, and patting the wife who cheated on the second and third masters.It's always either cheating, or a green hat, and it's all a routine.

I have nothing to do and continue to flip through the remaining manuscripts.

I saw the male protagonist Yuan Jia go to a coffee shop to meet with the online connection, and after exchanging information, he found out that there was someone in the shop.

I:……

Can't clear the field?Is this IQ still a spy?

[Go online and put down the newspaper, bid farewell to Yuan Jia, and then go out.

Yuan Jia watched his receding back through the glass window, picked up the half-drinked coffee and sipped it.Fiddling with the coffee spoon in his hand, he looked around through the silver hemispherical surface from the corner of his eye, and sure enough, there was someone in the corner.

Yuan Jia put his hand on his chest, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, got up and walked towards the corner.

All he saw was a thin figure with short hair, sitting with his back to Yuan Jia.

Yuan Jia was secretly on guard in his heart, quickly recalled the previous conversation, guessed that there was nothing to reveal, so he asked softly: "I don't know what this little brother is drinking?"

He didn't respond.

Yuan Jia was even more vigilant, the gun had already been transferred to his hands.He put this hand slightly behind his back, and patted the man's shoulder with the other.

He was so startled that he immediately jumped up from his seat.As soon as his hand was loosened, the coffee cup nearly fell to the ground, but fortunately he held it, but the coffee still spilled on his shirt and pants, and burned his hands.

His teeth were burning hot, and he turned the napkin from the table to wipe the coffee stains on his body, but it was in vain.He turned to look at Yuan Jia with a sad face, and made a few hand gestures.

Yuan Jia was taken aback.

He made a few more gestures.

Yuan Jia's wet nurse had a child who was born deaf, and Yuan Jia also learned some simple sign language from her.This is where it comes in handy.

His gesture means to ask: "What's the matter?" The second sentence is: "I was born deaf and dumb, please don't be offended."

Yuan Jia was dubious in his heart, and always felt that this matter was not simple.

He said he was a deaf-mute, but judging by his clothes, he was not shabby at all.In this day and age, deaf-mute people are uncommon. If a newborn baby has a disability, most of them just throw it away.

Yuan Jia didn't try to scare the snake, so he also gestured: "It's my fault for scaring you. I will compensate you for your clothes."

The man quickly waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

Yuan Jia insisted again and again, but the man refused, so he had to listen to Yuan Jia's advice and go with Yuan Jia's house to change clothes.

Yuan Jia asked again: "I don't know what to call Mr.?"

He smiled slightly, the plants in the corner blocked the sunlight, casting half a shadow on his face, his eyes bent into a familiar crescent in the dark, and he gestured: "My name is Buddha Fox."]

13

Yuan Jia took Foli back to a small bungalow he bought, arranged for him to take a bath, and took his own clothes for him to change.

Foli seemed to have never seen such a small bungalow, and kept looking around.Yuan Jia led him all the way into the small bathroom connected to the bedroom on the second floor, and said, "You wash here, it's warmer here. I'll get you some clothes."

Buddha Fox nodded with his eyes bent, looking amused.

Yuan Jia opened the cabinet and rummaged around, only finding a few pieces of his own laundry.Buddha Fox is thin, a head shorter than him, and his shirt can be worn as a skirt.

Sure enough, Buddha Fox came out with wet hair, his shirt didn't reach his thighs, and he didn't have suitable pants, so he had to bare his legs.

Yuan Jia saw that he was showing his white and tender legs, showing half of his buttocks when he moved, looking quite uncomfortable, and fearing that he would catch a cold, he hurriedly shoved him into the quilt and rolled him up into a ball.

Yuan Jia fetched a towel to wipe his hair again.Buddha Fox huddled up with his head down, sitting in front of Yuan Jia, his head moved according to Yuan Jia's movements, like an obedient puppy.His face was as white as transparent, Yuan Jia always felt that he was malnourished.There were also several scars on his body, which looked like knife wounds, and some seemed to be marks of gunshot wounds.

Yuan Jia was a bit hesitant in his heart, but he felt close to Foli when he saw him, and he couldn't help but want to see him and touch him.

Fuli seemed to be aware of his heart, raised his head, and smiled innocently at him through a few strands of wet hair.

A few times later, Foli met Yuan Jia again, sometimes meeting outside for tea and reading, and sometimes Yuan Jia would set up a business in the bungalow and ask Foli to come over for dinner.Foli is such a good listener, no matter what difficulties Yuan Jia encounters, no matter how vague he speaks, Foli looks at him so patiently, he is vigorous, he is frustrated, he is happy, he is in pain His.There is always Yuan Jia's reflection in his eyes.

Once, they sat side by side on the rug by the fireplace after a meal, talking about something they didn’t know, and Yuan Jia made Fuli laugh. In the warm yellow firelight, his white teeth and bright red lips complemented each other.

They suddenly fell into a sudden silence.Yuan Jia looked at the bright eyes of the Buddha raccoon, and his heart skipped a beat.

They are so close.

Feel full and warm.

Yuan Jia leaned slightly towards Foli, but he didn't dodge, but just looked at him with a smile.

Foli glanced at Yuan Jia's lips, and then stared into his eyes.

They kissed softly.

Their lips are so close they can feel each other's breath.The moment he got close, Yuan Jia noticed that Foli blinked, with familiar arcs in the corners of his eyes.There was a rose-flavored kiss in his heart.

He suddenly felt guilty.

He deepened the kiss.

So hard, so longing, lips and tongue rubbed together, bursting out a warm and charming electric current.

He just wanted to swallow the Buddha Fox.

……

He turned over suddenly and pressed Yuan Jia under his body.

Foli propped himself up slightly, keeping half a fist away from Yuan Jia's face, panting, squinting his eyes slightly to watch Yuan Jia in the firelight.

Yuan Jia raised his head to ask for a kiss, while Foli turned his head and pressed his lips with his index finger.

He said, "Listen to me."

Yuan Jia opened his eyes wide and realized suddenly.