Diary of a masseuse

In January 201X, the weather was cloudy with light snow.

……you win……

After lake kiosk time, I had a cold of course.It's more than ten degrees below zero, so it's strange if you don't catch a cold.

For a long time, I couldn't look directly at my benefactor.It's hard to imagine that there are such perverted people in this world.Isn't it just that when you can't stand up, and it doesn't hinder your enjoyment, is it worth driving a good person to a mental breakdown? !

In fact, looking back at the time, it was not that serious at all.Giving up my studies was my own choice, and even if I sold myself, I got a satisfactory return; whether I am a child of the Li family or not, it is a fact that my parents raised me well, and the relationship between me and my family, especially Ye Zi, cannot be done. Fake, knowing that I am not a child of the Li family will only make me more grateful to the Li family and more determined in my choice.

I have to admit that Mr. Ye is really a god-level figure.Use the right time, place and people at will, first toss me to the brink of explosion, then crush my pride in front of my proudest memory, and then throw a heavy hammer when I am distracted and unable to think, and finally crush me His persistence turned into a joke, and finally dragged me out of the abyss as a savior when I was desperate and helpless, leaving a lingering impact in the depths of my mind... QAQ, a pet kept in the lower district , your old man is so aggressive, why bother...

I still have to admit that Ye Dashen's methods were very successful.Even though I have cleared my mind and figured out the whole thing, Mr. Ye's figure is still deeply engraved in my memory and I can't get rid of it.Whether it is body or soul, they have firmly remembered his voice, body temperature and image, and can't help but want to get close to him.

Until now, I didn't know how ridiculous my previous planning was.My intuition has always been correct. Mr. Ye is not someone I can fool around with. In front of him, I have no way to hide.

People's feelings and memories in the most desperate time are the most deeply rooted in the bone marrow.Now Mr. Ye just simply touches me, and I can't help but feel numb and shudder; as long as he is by my side, I can't help but want to get into his arms; I moved, and my lower body stood up involuntarily... Mr. Ye occupied my body instinct and the deepest memory, and my mind and self-control couldn't be exerted at all.

"Are you tired? Is it cold? I made sweet soup and I'll pour you a bowl later." Mr. Ye opened the door and came in, and I went over to help him pat off the snowflakes on his body.Facing his side face with faint blue stubble, I couldn't help but raised my head and kissed his chin.Mr. Ye smiled, pulled me into his arms, and pushed my head back, prying my lips and teeth to deepen the kiss.

After the tenderness, I rubbed his neck nostalgicly and backed away, and said with a smile: "I'll get you a bowl of sweet soup, warm up your body first." Mr. Ye raised his hand to rub the top of my hair, his eyes were gentle.

After I caught a cold, Mr. Ye basically lived here except for visiting his grandfather in the old house occasionally. He also gave me a secondary card of his bank card, which made me dizzy with a high disposable amount; , Live in Mr. Ye's master bedroom.

For more than a month, I was emotionally unstable at the beginning, and I would quarrel with him occasionally, and later I would snuggle into his arms more often, loving each other like an old married couple.

I am obsessed with this feeling.It has to be admitted that even if I don't feel that blood relationship will affect anything intellectually, I still have a lingering feeling of loneliness after something like this happens, and I can't help but rely on Mr. Ye even more.I'm actually a little grateful to have someone by my side who has opened my heart and walked into my heart.Although I am incapable of accepting Mr. Ye's methods, although I am more afraid of him, although our identities are worlds apart.

I like, obsess, and even cherish the tenderness he gave.A little trembling M, you can also call it Alzheimer's disease, all in all, I am somewhat masochistically attached to this man, I can't leave him physically and mentally, and I don't want to leave him.

In the future, he will be my god, my master, and my... lover in my heart. This is what I should do as the adopted party; as for the so-called leaving, the future and the future, that is not what I should think about, at least in It was like this when Mr. Ye was around.

"How do you plan to spend New Year's Eve?" Mr. Ye suddenly asked during dinner, and I looked at him questioningly. "I want to go back to the ancestral house to accompany my grandfather, and I still have some social gatherings and banquets, so I probably won't be able to come here for more than half a month." Mr. Ye smiled, "Would you like to go back to Li's house? It's been four years, right? "

"Well," I nodded, and picked up a piece of roasted eggplant for Mr. Ye, "It's good to go back, grandpa and the others can rest assured." Mr. Ye frowned and glanced at the piece of eggplant, and finally picked it up and ate it: " Aren't you going to ask about your life experience?" I shrugged, and asking would only add to my troubles.Mr. Ye sent someone to check. I was placed at the entrance of the Maternal and Child Health Hospital at that time, and there was no way to find my biological parents.

Then treat it as if you don’t know, I already have my parents and family members, they are very good; now I have Mr. Ye, although I don’t know what Mr. Ye thinks, at least I regard him as my family.