bedroom literature

Jiang Qiwen supported his head with one hand and his waist with the other, and carefully placed Liu Sheng on the bed.

Afraid of waking him up, he moved lightly and slowly, barely maintaining his balance.In the end, Liu Sheng didn't know what he dreamed about, and the hand holding his head was covered with cold sweat.Just as he was wondering, Liu Sheng in the nightmare suddenly kicked his leg and kicked him directly.

Jiang Qiwen felt a dull pain in his abdomen, grinned for a moment, and his mouth silently opened into an O shape.

Like the 0 badge worn in front of him, and like the world famous painting Edward's "The Scream".

Liu Sheng frowned, and was awakened a little by the reaction force of that kick.

Then he closed his eyes, and spit out what Hai Jiang had heard:

"Brother Jiang also... what?"

Jiang Qiwen didn't care about the severe pain, and hurriedly covered up:

"Nothing."

He looked at Liu Sheng's expression, and speculated anxiously, "Are you awake?"

"Um……"

Liu Sheng didn't reply.Because of the cold sweat, his back was soaked, dissatisfied with the quilt on his body, and began to try to unbutton his shirt in a daze.

It seems that he is not awake.Jiang Qiwen let out a long breath.

Liu Sheng, who was unconscious at the moment, was also clumsy with his hands, and couldn't untie the button no matter what, his neck was red with anxiety.

Jiang Qiwen took a closer look, and found that the thread was entangled in the button.He reached out to help him out.

Liu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then let go of the button cooperatively, his eyes rolled wildly, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

He suddenly opened his eyes and said in horror:

"I don't want to do surveys."

"I know, don't you let me fill it in casually every time?" Jiang Qiwen was still fighting with the buttons, thinking he was drunk and said casually:

"I filled it out for you before I came - my dormitory head is also known as a full-time nanny."

I still remember the first time the dormitory head reminded everyone to fill in the questionnaire in the dormitory group, and asked everyone to reply "complete" in the group after filling it out.As a result, Liu Sheng didn't fill in every time, dismissed the deadline, and turned a deaf ear to the majesty of the dormitory head.

Yagyu was very cooperative with the other forms, but for some reason he had a problem with the questionnaire.The head of the dormitory was originally selected by rolling the dice, but over time he had a lot of opinions on him, so he simply gave up the choice.Jiang Qiwen felt that it didn't matter, so he filled it out for him, and naturally he was promoted to be the head of the dormitory.

So there are six people in the dormitory, and the reply becomes:

2: done (link)

3: done (link)

4: done (link)

5: done (link)

Jiang: Done (link)

Jiang: Liu Sheng, I filled it out for you (link)

Later it simply becomes:

2: done (link)

3: done (link)

4: done (link)

5: done (link)

Liu: Thank you Brother Jiang

Jiang: Done (link)

Jiang: Done (link)

In just half a year, there were quite a few questionnaires in the university, and he kept filling them out for Liu Sheng, rain or shine—even his student number had been memorized by heart.

So when the instructor asked him why he submitted the same questionnaire twice, he had two guesses in mind.

One is: the system sent two copies repeatedly by mistake.

The second is: During the Cold War, Liu Sheng didn’t ask him to fill it out, but he filled it out himself, which led to repetition.

It was the same in the first place, every time I filled it out, I told him directly, this time he was hiding from Liu Sheng and didn't notify...

He simply said, "Have you filled out the questionnaire this time?"

Liu Sheng has gradually calmed down from the nightmare.He paused, and said in a daze:

"Well... this time, I filled it out myself."

Really filled it out by yourself?

Jiang Qiwen was stunned, and unknowingly let go of the button in his hand.

This probability...

After hearing with my own ears that the deity hammered the second option, the instructor's words echoed in my head again:

exactly the same...

You know, this questionnaire has fifteen questions.

What the hell is this tacit agreement?

He took a deep breath—he wished he didn't have this rapport.

Because it was a psychological questionnaire.

He applied the psychological analysis of the text to Yagyu himself.Yagyu’s writing style has changed a lot lately—he always thinks about his recent creations when filling out the questionnaire, and there are only a few emotions in his heart:

The violent aesthetics of the bloody deer head.

Absolute control of ongoing kidnapping.

Absurd pompous twisted love.

He answered exactly the same answer based on his feeling only by relying on the sensitive tentacles of the liberal arts students to the world.

The answer obtained with such a mood may not be a good result.

In fact, after he handed in the answer sheet, he originally wanted to tell the teacher that he had made a mistake: he was afraid that he would be called to psychological counseling.

But in the next second, the fact that Liu Sheng didn't go back to bed occupied his brain, and he didn't have time to think about those details.

"What do you see me doing?" Liu Sheng rubbed his eyes, and his voice gradually became clear, "Brother Jiang."

Jiang Qiwen was horrified.

Is this sober or not sober?

It's okay if you're not awake, but if you're awake...then...

Then unbutton...

that close contact...

And the phrase "hard"...

The scariest thing is...

bunny.

Never mind.Do you love to wake up? After pretending for so long, it will only become more and more complicated and boring.

A man should be frank and frank, and he should go all out.

Jiang Qiwen stared at him and said, "I'll just assume you're awake."

I'll just pretend you know it all.

Jiang Qiwen: "I have something to tell you."

Liu Sheng: "Yes."

"You...don't go online recently."

"why?"

"Those remarks have too much influence on you, look at your questionnaire..."

"I said I don't care," Liu Sheng frowned, "I'm used to being scolded."

Jiang Qiwen stared at him.

"really?"

"real."

"Then say it again."

"I said I don't care."

"You looked into my eyes—"

"I say……"

"Look me in the eyes, and then tell the subject, verb, and object."

"I said," Liu Sheng stared into his dark eyes, unable to see the reflection inside, "I...I don't..."

"I……"

"I……"

Liu Sheng gradually could not see his eyes clearly.

His vision was covered with water stains, and then became clear; then it was covered with water stains again, and then became clear again.

Liu Sheng was a little dazed, and reached out to touch his face.

It turned out to be big tears falling down one by one.

At this moment, Liu Sheng was different from the Liu Sheng who was crying and acting like a baby in Jiang Qiwen's arms.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were leaking, like an electric doll whose batteries had been removed, unable to speak a word.