Autobiography of a paranoid patient

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Maybe I misunderstood what he said.

At that moment, I just felt that sentence was like a fishhook.

He is Jiang Taigong fishing, and I am the wisher who takes the bait.

It was hard to turn around in the tight space, so our chests were pressed together.

He was very hot, and it was only when I turned around that I saw that he was so drunk that even his neck was a little red.

I stroked the reddened area with my fingers.

I have to say, I really didn't do this on purpose, I was just curious when I raised my hand, but when I touched the skin, I found that it was not as hot as I thought, but it was a little cool.

So he involuntarily folded his palms together.

(Eighteen)

I haven't experienced xing, and I don't even look forward to it for some reasons.

But when he asked me for it, I was a little scared, but I still gave it generously.

Nothing special, just pain.

Time passed by very long, and I knew he was having a hard time waiting, but he was still willing to wait.

The whole process is difficult.

It seems that we are not compatible at birth, my toes are tense due to the pain, and I want him to coax and endure the pain.

I never thought that I would cry at such a time.

At first it was because of the body's reaction, then it was because of him.

No matter what the reason is, when he leaned over to wipe off my tears in the aftermath, his fingers slid across my cheeks little by little, and his eyes looked at me, separated by the hazy halo of the small bedside lamp, as if Look at his beloved courtier.

His eyes were flushed with comfort, and his hand was still touching the back of my neck.

He said.

"No one else until I leave."

At that moment I had my young king.

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Everything is a little fake, but life is real.

When I woke up in the morning, I stared at the spots on my body for a long time in front of the mirror.

I grabbed a piece of clothing with a higher collar and put it on, so that all the traces were covered up.

When he left, the door of his room was still tightly closed, I didn't go in to disturb him, I left a breakfast for him and left.

I still went to keep my flower shop on time.

The first guest to come in was a girl in a dress. I said the color of her dress was suitable for roses, and I gave her one.

When the girl walked away, she turned her head three times at a step, and I just smiled at her and stopped looking at her.

Miao Shu snorted next to him, arranging the flowers in his hand, but didn't raise his head, but his tone was not very good, and asked: "Boss Song likes this type?"

I ignored him, went up and took the flowers away, puncturing his petty thoughts.

"What do I like?" I touched the petals that were injured by him unknowingly, "Don't you like it?"

Miao Shu blushed instantly.

(twenty)

I couldn't help laughing.

He really is a kid.

His liking can be clearly shown, but I can't.

What he likes to say is close, but mine is never to see each other.

There are so many people in this world, but I hardly ever have a normal relationship with anyone.

What is like it?

Do you like the pain you want from him?

Is liking available to everyone?

I don't know the answer and have no need to know.

I have an hourglass in my heart.

Hourglass' last day at...

This July.

(21)

I thought about the god he walked all day.

Thinking of Miao Shu coming to care about what happened to me, how could I tell him.

When it was time to close the store, he actually came, but there was a woman by his side.

He caught sight of me sitting at the wooden table, and we exchanged glances in mid-air.

"President Feng." I heard the woman calling him.

He smiled softly and said, "This flower shop is pretty good."

I went up, tacitly did not greet him, and introduced flowers to them skillfully.

The woman went first, I followed, and he was behind me.

Stop and go, I said a lot.

The woman is supposed to be buying for her mother, choosing the color of the flowers.

I felt him move closer.

"What do you think of blue and pink together?" The woman slightly tilted the two flowers in her hand towards me.

I couldn't help frowning, and she was keenly aware of it and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I pursed my lower lip, which I do when I'm nervous.

"It's okay. These two colors... are very good."

We stood at the corner, and behind me was a wall except him.

No one else will know what we're doing except me and him.

When the woman was choosing flowers, he covered my back with his hands, and while she was bending down, he put his lips behind my ears.

"That egg in the morning, you made it beautifully."

By the time the woman asked about the color, I could already feel the lines of my palms on my back.

Slightly numb, warm, slowly climbed up along my protruding bones.

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finally finished