Autobiography of a paranoid patient

(22)

In the end we were not found either.

Women love flowers, and they choose each one carefully, but they still turn around to ask his opinion from time to time.

He didn't answer perfunctorily, and it could even be said that every sentence was the result of careful consideration.

He said the color of the rose was too light, and he pressed his fingers lightly on the upper middle of my back and spine.

He also said that the baby's breath was still white and beautiful, and the waist was stroked by his rough fingertips.

I lowered my head, tucked my chin, and I knew I was about to lose my composure.

I'm hot all over, I may have unnatural redness in my cheeks, I may not be able to control my voice and trembling.

"Have you chosen yet?"

I heard his sudden stern voice.

The hand on my thin back also stopped, and I saw the woman panicked, she couldn't hold a flower so lightly in her hand.His palm finally pulled out from my thin fabric, and pressed my shoulder blade soothingly.

I took a step forward, turned around, and bowed down to them apologetically.

"The two of you have chosen, come and call me."

The woman didn't speak, I straightened up and met his casual eyes.

"Trouble boss."

As soon as his voice fell, I ran away.

(24)

I don't know how he found it.

I am fortunate to arrange this bathroom in the corner of the shop.

Behind it was an alley where I had walked with him in the moonlight.

I opened the door for him, and he lifted my hands limply and placed them on his broad shoulders.

This time I leaned against the cold tiles, and the abnormal symptoms were relieved a lot due to the temperature, but he unwillingly let me have a fever again.

It made dense beads of sweat ooze from my forehead, made my mouth feel all kinds of tastes, made my fingertips turn red, made my legs unstable, and I could only be supported by his arm.

He asked me, "Do you know my name?"

The question was sudden, but I wasn't as scared as the woman.

I wanted to speak, but when I opened my lips slightly, he came up to kiss me again.

The tip of the tongue is soft and long.

"Feng... Feng Yue."

There is only a gap left in the world in my eyes.

"Shh...not this one." He buried his head in the crescent of my neck and shook his head slightly.

The words are gentle like a lover, but there is impatience hidden underneath.

I raised my head and looked at the white ceiling.

I felt more tears welling up, and he reluctantly raised his hand to cover my eyes.

"Mr. Feng..." I said, "Mr. Feng."

I know I'm right.

Feng Yue put his arms around my waist, the muscles on his arms tensed.

(25)

Miao Shu didn't see anything.

I lay in the small lounge and waited for Miao Shu for a while before knocking on the door and coming in.

Seeing my red eyes, he didn't think much, just asked: "Shall I buy you some medicine, boss?"

I shook my head, Miao Shu then said: "Just now the male guest said you had a fever, why did you suddenly have a fever?"

Miao Shu walked in while talking, I had no choice but to look up, and he understood, he didn't let go of the doorknob, and said: "Then you should rest first."

Fortunately, this young man has eyesight, and I was relieved.

(26)

The high fever from this closure lasted until the night's dream.

Since he brought that lady here to buy flowers in the afternoon, I haven't seen Feng Yue again this day.

I made more of his share for dinner, but when no one came back in the early morning, I got up and poured it out.

If he doesn't want it, it loses its value.

(27)

Almost asleep.

I heard the door lock click and someone walked in.

I can't think of anyone except him. After slowly opening his eyes, he has already sat down by the bed.

"The person who bought flowers with me today, I had a fight with her." He said softly.

"Why?" I asked.

The words and the pronunciation of the words were sticky together, I arched on the pillow, his hand covered it, and smoothed the broken hair behind my ear.

He didn't speak, so I opened my eyes.

We were probably looking at each other in the darkness where we could barely see anything.

I think of his eyes.

There seemed to be a sea in it, and the sea was so deep that it was black.

There is a gap in my heart.

"We have been friends for a long time, but why does she always want to control me?" Feng Yue's hot fingertips landed on the pinna of my ear.

In the long silence, I heard myself say.

"She loves you..."

His breath is close to mine, hot as he chuckles.

"You guessed everything, do you want to punish you?"

"If you could be a little happier..." I couldn't make a sound anymore.

Then I felt Feng Yue lower his head and press his forehead against mine.

His slightly serious voice covered my lips.

"Don't cry, I won't be happy if you cry."

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The author has something to say:

之前的重写过哦，没看过的宝贝可以重新看下感谢在2021-08-2620:51:27~2021-11-2317:41:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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