The heartthrob really didn't fish

"What's the matter? Did someone order you takeaway?" Xu Hanchi seemed to realize that something was wrong, and asked.

"I, I don't know, I just received a takeaway, and I thought you ordered it for me."

"Does anyone else know your address besides me?"

"I didn't talk to anyone else..."

In the middle of speaking, Song Jiabao suddenly stopped. Someone knew his address...

Song Jiabao ran out in a hurry, it was obviously a useless effort, the corridor was empty, how did that person know what he liked to eat, and how did he know that he didn't have dinner?That person has been watching him?How did he do it?where is he?Is he staring at him now too?

"Jiabao, did you remember anything?" Xu Hanchi's voice brought Song Jiabao back from his thoughts.

Song Jiabao cheered up and responded in a relaxed tone as much as possible: "I thought it might be someone, I'll call him later and ask him."

"who is it?"

Song Jiabao was stunned by the question, his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of any suitable excuses.

Xu Hanchi's voice sank: "I'll go find you."

"No, it's really fine, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I……"

"Can you really handle this yourself?"

Song Jiabao gritted his teeth, "Yes."

"How long will it take you?"

"One month..."

Xu Hanchi didn't speak, and the sound of his breathing followed the loudspeaker, clearly reflected in Song Jiabao's ears, one click, one click, like the dull sound of a mallet beating a drum.

Song Jiabao couldn't stand Xu Hanchi's silent oppression the most. He could almost imagine that if Xu Hanchi was in front of him at this moment, he would stare at him with cold and sharp eyes until he lowered his head.

He swallowed his dry throat dryly, and said in compromise: "Half a month... I can handle this matter well."

Xu Hanchi said resolutely: "At most a week, Jiabao, you know that anything that is left unresolved will only get worse."

"I know……"

"Don't eat that takeaway, maybe there's something wrong, I'll order another one for you."

Song Jiabao wanted to say that he could order it himself, but he swallowed the words again. Today he has rejected Xu Hanchi too many times.

"it is good……"

Half an hour later, the new takeaway was delivered to the same Korean restaurant, and even the items they ordered were similar. It was enough to see how well the person in the dark knew him, and he was no different from Xu Hanchi who had been with him for ten years. Comparable.

Song Jiabao absentmindedly took a few mouthfuls of food, and when he was throwing away the trash, he suddenly remembered the breakfast that he also threw away this morning, as well as the accompanying note, which he hadn't found time to open all day, and now he just happened to be able to read it. look.

He found the note left by that person, and saw a few lines of writing on it:

I have loved to the point of madness.

That which called madness.

That which to me is the only sensible way to love.

Song Jiabao's English is not bad, and he can understand the meaning of this passage: My love is almost crazy, and what people call crazy, in my opinion, is the only way to love.

All of a sudden, a chill surged up, and the ears seemed to sting again.

Song Jiabao really wanted to tear up the note, but he endured it when he tore it in half.

Judging from the contents of the note, that person will not let him go so easily, only by keeping these things can he be caught.

Song Jiabao casually put the note into the coffee table drawer, but a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

He hurried into the bathroom, turned over the sink, and even squatted on the ground to check every corner. No, the earrings he took off in the morning disappeared...

Things don't disappear for no reason, that person must have entered his room today.

The flour was wiped off by the opposite door, and that person should have come in after that.

Did he come in just to take an earring?

Song Jiabao felt that the matter would not be so simple, so he searched the room carefully, and found no trace of anyone's tampering.

Is that man really not doing anything?Or is it just because he didn't discover it himself?What the hell is he missing?

Until night fell, Song Jiabao didn't know about it. He was sleepy, but he didn't dare to turn off the light and go to sleep. He sat on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand, and didn't dare to stop staring at the door. Whenever there was any noise, he would You can find it right away.

Recently, Song Jiabao had gotten used to staying up late, but he was still very tired. After midnight, his eyelids became heavy. He was sure that as long as he relaxed a little, he would fall asleep immediately.

Song Jiabao struggled to stay awake when suddenly the phone vibrated——

"Ah—" Like a frightened bird, Song Jiabao jumped up and shrank to the corner of the sofa, took out the dagger he had hidden in advance and held it in front of his chest tremblingly.

The door was silent, and the keyhole did not move.

Staring until his eyes were a little sore, Song Jiabao finally determined that it was just a false alarm, and slowly put down the dagger in his hand.

It was just that the phone vibrated just now, as if someone had sent him a message.

It's so late, who will send the message?

Song Jiabao exhaled slowly, picked up the phone, and a few lines of words were printed in front of his eyes. In an instant, the blood on his face disappeared——

"Why throw away the dinner I bought for you, it's all your favorite food, isn't it?"

"I gave you a gift, don't you like it?"

"Jiabao, I'm very sad."

i am so sad...

For some reason, seeing these four words, Song Jiabao had goose bumps all over his body.

He seemed to be able to see a pair of eyes staring at him closely, full of twisted, terrifying, crazy desires, staring at him non-stop.

where is he?

Where is that person staring at him?

Regardless of the pain in his body, Song Jiabao jumped off the sofa, opened the curtains and looked out.

Nothing.

It was already late at night, but the city did not fall into darkness. The colorful neon lights turned the city into another sense of daytime.

He wasn't in the mood to admire the dazzling beauty, so he stumbled to the kitchen window to look out, no, no window in the bedroom, no window in the bathroom.

Where was that person spying on him?

Song Jiabao walked out of the bathroom with his swollen head, his eyes swept over the door, and he stopped suddenly.

At that moment, his whole mind was occupied by one thought - outside the door, will that person stand outside the door?

Song Jiabao picked up the dagger on the sofa and walked out step by step.

As he got closer to the door, his heartbeat became more and more violent, as if it was about to pop out of his chest, as if his heart had become a drumstick, and his eardrum had become a skin drum, bang, bang, bang, every beat, hit on his sensitive nerves.

The moment he grabbed the doorknob, he could clearly feel the sweat on his palm making the alloy feel slippery to the touch.

Song Jiabao yanked the door open, didn't see anything clearly, and didn't intend to see clearly, so he raised the knife and stabbed hard.

next second.There was a stabbing pain in his wrist, Song Jiabao raised his head in astonishment, and the tall figure standing in the corridor against the light came into view, and the blood all over his body poured into his brain in an instant, and exploded with a bang.

Why did things turn out this way?

In the beginning, he only felt being watched occasionally, but that was all, it wouldn't make him feel like a thorn in his back, so he didn't take it to heart.

Since last night, everything has changed.

That gaze became hot and followed him like a shadow, making him restless and losing his mind.

Who is he?

How did he get into the community?

He is so ostentatiously exposed to surveillance, isn't he afraid that he will call the police?

Does he... know that he will never call the police?

All kinds of thoughts rushed into his brain like a tide, Song Jiabao's eyes turned black, and he almost fell down, but a pair of hot hands wrapped around his waist, and he vaguely smelled a very familiar fragrance, just a little bit, just a little bit closer to him I can remember where I smelled it...

What exactly is the fragrance?

Why is it so familiar, but he still can't remember it?

He clearly smelled it somewhere...

Can't remember, he really can't remember...

The man half-dragged and half-carried him into the bedroom and threw him on the bed.

The mattress was on the hard side, and Song Jiabao was thrown into a daze. His unconscious mind couldn't react even more. He just saw the man's slender fingers hook the bow tie and pull it down hard. With a certain sense of elegant power.

Holding the tie in his hand, the man knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg. Contrary to his elegant demeanor, he grabbed Song Jiabao's wrist and tied it to the head of the bed with the tie.

Not knowing how the man tied it, the more Song Jiabao struggled, the tighter the tie on his wrist became.

He began to gently stroke Song Jiabao's side face, and pushed the hair that was sticking to his face due to sweat to the back of his head little by little.

"Jiabao, you made me very sad today." His fingers finally stopped on Song Jiabao's earlobe, gently kneading it, as if he would press down hard at will.

Song Jiabao's earlobe was pierced last night, and the wound was aggravated this morning in order to remove the earring.

Although I took a little medicine in the afternoon, if someone pressed it hard, it would definitely hurt a lot.

Song Jiabao looked at him in horror, still wearing a peaked cap and a mask, the bedroom light was not turned on, and the living room light came in through the door frame, but he was holding the light behind his back, so Song Jiabao couldn't see his eyes clearly.

"Don't you want to say something? Jiabao?" he said.

Song Jiabao's voice trembled unconsciously: "You, who are you?"

He continued on his own: "Why am I so sad? Jiabao?"

Song Jiabao had no choice but to follow his words and ask, "Why...what?"

He took out an earring, a black human-shaped earring that was only the size of a knuckle, but he could hold it between his fingertips and play with it, like an elf dancing with his fingertips, flexible and elegant.

"Why did you take it off? Isn't it pretty?"

"Because..." was weird.

The shape of the earrings is too weird, like a person screaming in the fire, when seeing the earrings, such a picture will appear in Song Jiabao's mind.

"Huh?" He pressed his fingers a little harder, and there was a sharp pain in his earlobe immediately.

It seemed that he had to get Song Jiabao's answer.

Song Jiabao panted heavily, holding back tears and replied, "Because...it's weird."

"Huh? Don't you like it? You've changed a lot, Jiabao."

He has changed a lot?This person already knew him?

The man stopped turning the earrings, and leaned over to press the earrings on Song Jiabao's earlobe.

"No, don't..." The scabbed wound was pierced again, one can imagine what kind of torture it was, Song Jiabao shook his head in fear.

The man turned a deaf ear, supported Song Jiabao's head, and slowly pushed the silver needle in, "Jiabao, wear it well, it suits you very well."

The wound blocked by the blood scab was pierced open, which was more painful than the hard piercing last night.

Song Jiabao's mind went blank from the pain, and he couldn't react at all except panting.

The man let go of his ears for the time being, and his hands came to the waist and abdomen, opened the hem of his clothes, and tapped lightly on the stomach.

"You threw away the breakfast I prepared for you," he sighed suddenly, "ah, and dinner."

The night air was very cool, and the moment the clothes were lifted, Song Jiabao's goosebumps appeared.

What's even more frightening is that when the man's fingers landed on his abdomen, it was hot and itchy. Song Jiabao's slack spirit seemed to be kneaded together forcibly. Just press it, don't torture him so slowly.

"I'm very sad Jiabao, what are you going to do so that I don't feel sad?"

Song Jiabao replied tremblingly, "What do you want me to do?"

The man gently pulled his clothes down, covered his trembling waist, and then dragged the back of his neck.

Song Jiabao could predict what he was going to do, and the moment he took off his mask and bent down to press it down, he turned his head suddenly, and the man only kissed his side face.

But he didn't care at all, he bit his ear and rubbed it lightly, the ear studs seemed particularly abrupt, and continued to bring sharp pain.

"Don't...it hurts so much, please, let me go." Song Jiabao couldn't help crying.

"do not Cry……"

The man let go of his ears, and with a little force on the back of his neck, he straightened Song Jiabao's head. No matter how hard Song Jiabao tried, he could only tilt his head slightly. The man found his lips along his profile.

At first it was just a taste of exploration, but as his patience wore off, his movements became more ferocious.

Song Jiabao couldn't feel the intimacy and romance of kissing at all, only nausea and stomach upset.

If he was not lying down, if he was sitting, he would definitely be able to vomit all over this person.

I don't know how long this torture lasted. Song Jiabao's mouth was numb, and he could only breathe a little fresh air mixed with perfume in the gap. The lack of air and the reduced air pressure squeezed his lungs and even his entire chest sour. Sore numb pain.

As soon as the man let go of him, he immediately turned his head to the side and began to breathe heavily.

Without waiting for a moment of rest, the man began to kiss his neck, and would clasp his Adam's apple or artery with his sharp teeth, as if he was listening to the melody of blood flow.

Song Jiabao thought, compared to love/lust, maybe this person has more appetite for him, he can feel the dark/swelling dark thoughts that want to swallow him one bite at a time.

The author says:

Note 1:

I have loved to the point of madness, That which called madness.

That which to me is the only sensible way to love.

——Francoise Sagan