Ideal place

Why not just be a complete asshole.

In the darkness, the sleepy Wen Ran suddenly shuddered, opened his mouth, and woke up profusely sweating.He was not completely withdrawn from the dream, and took a few rough/painful breaths before the suffocation dissipated slowly like an ebb tide, and the turbulent mood slowly returned to calm.

In the dream, it was the dirty equipment room as always, filled with sweetness and fishy smell, and Jian Xize's deep voice lingered in his ears: "Wen Ran, we love each other forever."

The vision staring at the ceiling was blurred, Wen Ran took a deep breath with tears in her eyes, and murmured silently for a long time: I don't know what else I can expect, but I will always wait.

Pressing the swollen eyes with his left arm, Wen Ran calmed down for a few minutes with restraint, and touched the side with his right hand, only touching the cold silk sheet, which was smooth and smooth, as if no one had been lying there before.

The blood all over his body cooled down quickly, Wen Ran sat up suddenly, threw off the quilt, stepped out of bed, and rushed to the living room in a panic: "Nan Qiu!"

The living room was empty.Limbs were stiff and cold, Wen Ran bit her trembling lips, and shouted again: "Nanqiu!"

The gentle response seemed far away from him, but it was clear: "Aran, I'm in the study."

The pajamas were opened wide, a slipper ran away, Wen Ran turned around the corridor, followed the thin light and knocked open the door.Pei Nanqiu in front of the bookshelf held the book of poems and looked at him. He was at a loss at first, and then said calmly: "Don't worry, I just have a habit of insomnia, so I just want to read a book for a while."

Holding him tightly in his arms, Wen Ran's chin rested on the top of Pei Nanqiu's hair, and said frightenedly: "If you can't sleep, I will accompany you. Don't look at it. Go back to bed and lie down, and I will read to you."

Pei Nanqiu lowered his eyelashes, looked gloomy, and pressed his cheek to Wen Ran's chest: "But I can't bear to disturb your rest."

"Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend, and I don't go to work, so I can sleep as long as I want." Wen Ran closed the door of the study, and pushed Pei Nanqiu to move to the bedroom. The light in the room was sparse, and they walked through the dark, each with their own thoughts.

Carrying Pei Nanqiu into the bed, Wen Ran sat on the head of the bed, opened the collection of poems and read standard words, while calming the people around her with the other hand regularly.

Pei Nanqiu stared at Wen Ran's open and closed lips with fiery eyes, unwilling to hear only beautiful poems from them, and even more looking forward to getting a precious oath one day - this is his only wish to live on with his sick body .

Pei Nanqiu rolled his eyes: "Aran, stop reading."

Turning to page No.13, Wen Ran put down the book and asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"

Pei Nanqiu shook his head and said honestly, "I want to kiss you more than read poetry."

Sliding under the quilt, turning off the bedside lamp, Wen Ran turned up against the moonlight, rubbing the corners of Pei Nanqiu's lips with her fingertips.Then they lowered their eyebrows, breathed from shallow to deep, and the staggered sniffs made their faces flush/red, kissing passionately/difficult/self/forbidden.

The long-term intimacy made Pei Nanqiu mesmerized. He hoped pitifully in the silver moonlight that it would be good if he could drown in this false love with Wen Ran.

But he still laughed at himself in the end, accepting Wen Ran's kindness hopelessly.

Pei Nanqiu tried to seek death.When his lower body/body is no longer conscious, no matter how he tries, even with Wen Ran's hands, he can only bear this fact weakly, living in painful inferiority complex.

But that suicide/suicide was just a scene he directed and acted. He chose the moment when Wen Ran came home from work and opened the door. The determination is false, his obsession is to be with Wen Ran for the rest of his life.

Wen Ran had to be at his mercy, Pei Nanqiu knew him too well, this person was so kind, he would never be a bad person.

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