Little Master and Little Idol

The little idol leaned on the balcony and smoked, his body fell on the ground and felt the concrete five senses of the real world, but his consciousness seemed to fall into chaos.

He tore off his tie irritably, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, and let in the cold air from the neckline. His brain stimulated by alcohol was finally sober at this moment, and his consciousness gradually fell back to reality.

The lit cigarette in his hand was about to burn to the end, and the smoke circled and circled and slowly rose to block his sight. He was restless, and the coquettish voice of that person and himself suddenly echoed in his ears: smoke less, please.

Okay, how did you do it?

The little idol relaxed and leaned against the railing, remembering his answer.

He hugged the man and said with a smile, what should I do if quitting smoking is too difficult?Why don't you give me a kiss every time the craving comes, and I will smoke less once you kiss, how about it?

That person really thought about it, and asked seriously, but I can't be by your side every day, what should I do?

He was just joking and didn't give him an answer to his question.As a result, the little guy came home with a bunch of candies the next day, and carefully introduced each flavor to himself. When he was not around, he would eat one if he wanted to smoke.

In the end, he looked up at himself, shy and firm: But I still hope you can kiss me more.

Only today did he realize that it is people who are sweet, not sugar.

He always thought that the past four months were just a blink of an eye, and he didn't realize what kind of traces these short 100 days had left in his life until the dead of night.

As long as he is not paying attention, his mind will be occupied by the memories of the two people. He always cannot avoid or does not want to avoid recalling the details of their lives, how he talks with red ears in his arms, and how he makes himself happy; The young master who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth learned to cook and make cakes for himself.

They made love in every corner of this room, every time he was shy but still responded emotionally to himself, he gasped under him, climbed his shoulders and refused to scratch himself even if it hurt again, only willing to bite his lips tightly .

Obviously the light in his eyes, the way he looks at himself, his carefulness, everything he does for himself, there are traces of his likes everywhere, and he can't hide it.

But he was bewitched to believe in provocation.

I don't really like how he would be willing to have fun under him according to his personality.

Although it looks gentle and soft, it is actually a kitten with sharp claws.

The little idol couldn't stand up, and sat slumped on the ground, cigarette butts fell on his side, and he seemed to see him walking towards him again in a trance, still smiling familiarly.

"Nannan, stop smoking."

The little idol raised his hand in a daze as if obsessed, trying to touch his face, but only touched the air.The fingertips exposed to the air slowly retracted, and the hand dropped powerlessly to the ground.

Leaning against the cold wall, he suddenly smiled, with a bitter smile.

"I won't smoke anymore, will you come back?"

(Let’s put it here: I don’t want to abuse anything when I write, probably because I really can’t bear it... Seeing them feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable too, my mother. It’s still the same, please ask starfish and comments, of course everyone I don’t want to comment and I like to watch it, I’m also very happy)