I felt like I shot my lover in the head

After my many investigations, I finally found the whereabouts of Yan Guilai.On the 16th, he held a signing event at the Shanghai Book Building. I quickly bought a plane ticket and went to Shanghai, and rushed to the venue as soon as I got off the plane.

When I was squeezed in the team, I finally woke up from the blood of my fans.

I dare not go down the line.

What did you say when we met?

Please don't cheat?Go back and update obediently?

Is it possible to sacrifice your life!

Although he is very handsome... But it always feels very thunderous.

Can my goldfish son accept such a stepmother who threatens not to break up with her if she disagrees with her?

I clicked on "The Merry Is Always Blown Away by the Rain and the Wind".

Sure enough, it was the manuscript I had read.

It made me seem to read the VIP chapter without paying, and I felt like I was hit by a pie.

I accidentally took advantage of it hahahahahaha.

On the website, it has been updated that Buddha raccoon killed Yuan Jia's partner with a single shot, a mysterious kiss in a nightclub, meeting Buddha raccoon's real body in a coffee shop, and a brief confrontation in a Japanese prison.

Wait, where's the meat?

Is it Qing Shuiwen?

Edogawa Conan's glasses: "Where's the meat?"

My girlfriend is a nine-tailed fox: "What meat?"

My girlfriend is a nine-tailed fox: "Is there meat?!"

My girlfriend is Nine-Tailed Fox: "Did you find the manuscript?"

My girlfriend is Nine-Tailed Fox: "Fuck me, I knew hahahaha these two male protagonists must have JQ"

Edogawa Conan's glasses: "...No, I made a mistake."

Edogawa Conan's glasses: "No"

Me: How can I show you my privacy.The feeling of live erotica is too fucking thunderous.

My girlfriend is a nine-tailed fox: "Desperately beat the ground and cried.JPG"

My girlfriend is a nine-tailed fox: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it.gif"

I'll be in line right away.

I pinched the "Chao Tian Que" in my hand.

"What do you want me to sign?" the writer asked hoarsely.

Me: "Yongyule, Beijingkou Beiguting nostalgia for the past."

The writer looked up.

I grabbed his tie and shirt collar and lifted him straight out of the seat.

Writer: "You..."

The crowd erupted in screams.

I kissed it down.

Writer: "Hmm..." He only shut down for less than a second, and then spontaneously and consciously held my head with both hands, and stuck out his tongue to entangle me.

The crowd erupted in screams.

The younger sister in line behind me almost fainted. She took out her mobile phone with one hand to take pictures continuously, and kept screaming, which made me dizzy, short of breath, blushing and heart beating.

His face was hot.

The heart is about to jump out of the chest.

Most importantly, his kissing skills.

Damn, this is called being an anti-client.

Damn, my legs are going to be weak, okay?What should I do if I kneel down in public?

I struggled to close my mouth, "No, no..."

He pounced on me again and bit my lip.

I vaguely said, "Don't, um, don't..."

The younger sister behind me was about to cry out.

I'm literally heating up.

The broken can broke.Let's see who gets dizzy first!

I went into battle with all my heart, and then retreated without armor.

For the next half day, I was almost dizzy.

Yangui came back and put me next to him and waited for him to sign the sale. The fanboys and girls would either look at us with pink smiles and sign autographs, or they would ask me to sign a souvenir too, or Fired at me with a "you stole my boyfriend" laser look.

The worst thing is that every time I move, Yan Guihui will come and kiss me.As for holding hands, they come here and pinch my ears, touch my face, and rub my body from time to time, which is really annoying.

He also crushed me with force, and once he pressed his hands on me, I couldn't move at all.

What about the weak chicken that cried when I beat him?

Finally, when the signing session was over, I stared at the weird eyes of the staff and pulled the writer who was exuding a silly happy smile to leave in a hurry.

When I was sitting in the car, I jumped into the driver's cab, and as soon as I turned on the ignition, I turned around and saw the co-pilot laughing like a stupid sunflower.

Me: ...Damn it, where is your idol burden?Where's your aloofness?

Yan Guilai: "Honey, I knew you would come to me."

Me: This sentence sounds so cheap.

Yan Guilai: "Come and let my husband kiss you."

Me: Did I enter the wrong text?

I pushed his face with one hand, and no matter how handsome his face was, it turned into a pile of rotten rags under my sinful clutches.

I asked, "Why did you stop changing?"

……

Damn, the hair on my back is standing up.

My face was so hot that I could boil an egg, I tried to pull my hand but failed in various ways: "...Can you talk properly? Stop kissing!"

……

He literally sucked my soul out of his mouth!

You crazy kissing monster!

I burst into tears, my mind was like a pot of boiled dumpling soup, the only thought was:

What kind of illness did I commit, and it was delivered all the way to my door!

I lay on the soft big bed, hugged my toes and rolled the quilt, silently thinking about my lost morals.

I can no longer proudly call myself "frigid".

Can the autopilot function of the car be used in this way?What are the meanings of picking and stumbling along the way!

There is also the way to go all the way back and drive directly into the elevator garage, then directly into the apartment, and throw the clothes into the bathroom. Is it really a man?

Listening to the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, I shivered involuntarily.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Yan Guilai looked like a snake, crawling into the quilt from the end of the bed.

He is still coming!

I threw the quilt angrily, and was about to rush over to beat him.

He accepted my door-to-door delivery with a smile on his face, and he didn't know how to make a clever move, so he twisted and pushed me back on the bed.

He finally stopped kissing and stretched his arms around me deeply.I used to think that this kind of action would be like something written in a book, what looks like a cute koala, but I didn't expect it to be a lie.

I just feel like I'm a prey wrapped by a python, I don't feel like I'm my own anymore, he just does his best to make skin contact with me, we are like two snakes intertwined.

This is the legendary lingering death, right?

I'm going to be strangled after all.

Although there is a strange sense of steadfastness and comfort in my heart, but he is really heavy...

Me: "You're going to crush me to death..."

Yan Guilai: "Then I'll change my position."

He rolled on the bed.

He rolled on the bed hugging me.

I became on top.

He said innocently: "Now you are the one who suppresses me, don't worry about it."

I angrily bit his ear near my mouth.

He breathed the hot air of laughter into my ear.

Me: "I came with a mission." I took Yan Guilai's hand that was groping me, "Speak well, talk well."

Yan Guilai: "I get excited when I touch you, so I don't blame me."

My ears were burning, so I pretended not to hear what he said just now, "Why did you stop updating that book?"

This sentence seemed to have touched some mechanism, he finally stopped, propped up his body and looked at me.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and touched my face affectionately, "I told you, since I saw you for the first time, I have been dreaming intermittently."

I nodded.

He said: "In the beginning, I thought it was an inspiration. This story came too suddenly and was too shocking. I couldn't bear the desire to narrate it, so I started writing."

"I didn't expect it to be out of control. This may be the story of 'me', not my story." He emphasized on the two "Is", "I can't control its direction at all, and I can't even act as a Bystander. In the dream, all I can feel are Yuan Jia’s thoughts, his pain and entanglement, his short-term happiness and joy. But the real me can only see it when I wake up. Write that down. You see what I'm writing, don't you?"

I stared into his eyes, his brows were slightly furrowed, and the drooping corners of his eyes could easily be interpreted as sadness.

I couldn't help touching his earlobe.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at me with luck, "I really didn't expect to have today, fortunately it was all a dream."

I said, "What the hell happened after that?"

He said bitterly: "I can't tell, let's go and see together."

He left the warm bed and went to the study to get the mysterious wooden ball.

When he came back, his fingertips had already lingered a faint scent, he got back under the quilt, wrapped us both tightly, and placed the wooden ball by the pillow.

I yawned involuntarily when I smelled it.

He said: "According to my experiment, basically if you think about a certain part before going to bed, you will revisit that part in your dream..."

I can't hear the second half of his sentence.

I fell asleep in his warm arms.