genetics determine me

my world, you are not my world.

"Okay." Truman agreed?He agreed so readily.

In the afternoon, he drove me to the slums.It turned out that my bunk in that dilapidated tile-roofed house was still the same.Just other beggars, not here anymore.

I looked up and saw that my few pieces of rags were neatly folded there, and the bunk was also very clean.He sent me in, carrying a big bag, but sat down on the next bunk.

"I rented his berth, and I also rented the berths of several other people." Truman said with a smile.

He's only so childish when he's with me.I wanted to leave him, not his home.

Suddenly, the thighs were wet and a little hot.The water dripped down drop by drop, but in this dilapidated house, I could accept it.

I'm incontinent again.

When he saw me, he immediately understood.He carried me to his bunk, gently helped me take off my pants, took out a pack of disinfected wet towels from the backpack, and helped me gently wipe it from my calf, to my thigh, and then up.

"I... I will do it myself." I said with a bow, somehow, facing him, I could no longer speak the indifferent tone that I had in the morning.

"I've finished wiping." He helped me change a pair of trousers, which were my old trousers, and then said, "I've asked the doctor, and it's not a big problem for you. You should practice shrinking there every day and combine it with massage. Can be good."

I smiled bitterly, my problem is more than just this little problem.

"But starting today, I have to urge you to practice every day, and I also learned massage techniques from the doctor, and I will help you massage at night."

"No... I'll just practice on my own."

He also changed into a suit of clothes, which turned out to be the same as mine in the slums.

"what are you doing?"

"I live here and go out in a suit every day, people will laugh at me."

My jaw almost dropped: "You want to live here?"

"Yeah, I'll be where you are." He blinked, his eyebrows were still the same as before, I almost thought that time had flown back.

He carried me to my bunk again and said, "It's cleaner here, go to sleep, and I'll cook you something."

I secretly practiced the contraction exercise he said, and then fell asleep when I was a little tired.

It was already night when I woke up again.When I opened my eyes, because of a big hole in the roof, I happened to see the bright starry sky.Turning his head again, Truman was in the darkness, his eyes were moving, and the starlight was infinite. He was indeed an embryo that turned all living beings upside down.

"Your light is broken, I have to fix it tomorrow. I have stewed chicken, why don't you get up and eat some?"

The taste of chicken is indeed very fragrant, I am already hungry.After dinner, he squeezed into the bunk on my side.The bed was so small that I had to be next to him.

"So the stars here are so bright! It's the second time I've seen such beautiful stars!" He was excited like a child.

the second time.The first time was at... my mind was racing, and I didn't hear a word he said next.

He was very gentle that night in the school library and didn't hurt me a bit.When I woke up the next day, I was lying in his arms, and he said that half of his hand was numb from my pressure.

At this moment, he on the side of the small bed suddenly stretched out his hand, almost forcibly stuffing his hand into the gap behind my neck, and then wrapped his arms around me: "It's still more comfortable like this."

I didn't move in silence, neither rejected nor accepted, neither joy nor sorrow, I looked at the starry sky, my heart was empty.Time stops at this second, which is also good.

I obviously felt that his breathing began to become heavy again, and he was still the same as before, xxxxx.

"you......"

"It's okay, I... I'll go back to my bed."

He rolled out of bed, went straight to the faucet at the door, washed his face, and felt that it was not enough, so he flushed for a while.When I came in again, my whole body was dripping wet.

"If it wasn't for yesterday, today should be the day you and Yao Jinjin get married, right?"

"At that time, I thought I had nothing, so I started playing games in my life, marrying whoever I married, and getting engaged to someone else casually. To be honest, after discovering the truth, I never knew how to face the world, nor how to face it. For you, I don’t know whether to hate you or love you.”

"Then if you regret your marriage, his family will definitely come to make trouble?"

"It's okay, they don't dare. They have something in my hands. Besides, I have already told her very clearly that the mistress of my family will only be you, and she dare not pester her."

"Truman, I...I can't be your lover..." I was still ready for a showdown.

He was silent.

But I couldn't say my next sentence. I felt my throat hurt so badly that I choked.

"The doctor said that you need a daily massage to get well. Let me massage it for you. Don't worry, I won't touch your other places."

Seeing that I didn't make a sound, his hand reached into my quilt.Unexpectedly, his hands were still so hot after being showered with water, but I still felt cold under a thick quilt.

"It's so cool in your bed." It's late autumn now, and the room is still leaking from all sides, only he doesn't feel cold. "I still have to warm you up, don't worry, I'll go back when your bed is warm."

He just got into my bed and rubbed his feet on my cold feet.His hands were not idle, he was massaging gently.

"Contract with practice." He said softly.

I listened to his words and began to practice, and I really felt that feeling of being out of control gradually disappeared.

"Practice like this every day and add massage for half an hour, and it will be fine in a few days."

"Are your feet cold?" His feet kept rubbing mine.

"It's... not bad."

"Is there any other place where it's cold?"

"No...no more. Go to bed early."

He reached out and touched my hands, placing them directly on his chest. "Your hands are too cold, it's hot here."

In the end he spent the night with me in my little bed because he found that I was cold all over.I feel his xxxxxx.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Xiao Que. Do you think my mind is full of xxx, I'm not, I just can't stand it when I'm with you, and I don't know why."

"Let me help you xxxx, it's not like I didn't use it when I was in your garage." I felt that I couldn't help but soften my heart, so I had to poke him with this kind of words.

He was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Que...I...I was like a demon at that time, the more you didn't talk or look at me, the more uncomfortable I was, the more My heart hurts like hell. I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

I never actually blamed him.From the moment he put the ring on me, I belonged to him. I was willing to smash my body to pieces for him, disappear into thin air for him, and resist all the malice of this world for him. In fact, I failed.But I can't hurt him anymore.

Chapter 17

Then he fell asleep with me in his arms.

Waking up in the morning, I saw Trumen standing in front of the window, staring at something dazed.

Seeing that I woke up, I didn't know what I had hidden in my pocket, so I turned around and asked me with a smile what I wanted to eat, and he went to buy it.

It was very cold in the morning in late autumn, but he was only wearing a single shirt, and his coat was covered on top of my quilt.

"Put on your clothes, I'm not cold." I feel a little sorry for letting him and me suffer in this slum.

He didn't answer my question, but said: "I woke up this morning and found that there is no food. Let's go out to eat something in the morning."

Before he went out, he heard a bang, and the window glass was shattered by the optimized child outside.They do this almost every day, throwing stones and singing nursery rhymes: "Eyes are missing, brains are missing, there is no shortage of broken copper and rotten iron. Begging for leftovers, begging for rotten vegetables, born to be cheap and in need forever."

I was indeed a beggar for a period of time, so I was composed into a song by them.

Truman was a little angry, he pushed the door open and went out to beat them, but I hurriedly stopped him: "It's just a kid, and he sang it right, forget it."

"What does it mean to sing correctly?"

"Some people are born to be beggars. I just accept my fate. Otherwise, what else can I do? You haven't lived my life, so you won't understand."

But he hugged me: "Xiao Que, I won't let you be wronged again."

There were already several food stalls on the street outside early in the morning. He looked at the oily fume on one of the stalls and frowned. He might be planning to take me to some high-end restaurant, but he looked at my face and said : "Then eat here."

The owner of the stall was very enthusiastic. He looked at Truman for a long time, and said with a smile on his face: "Could you please take a photo with me later? If people know that even the best people come to eat at my stall, I can sell it." Make twice as many buns!"

Truman smiled, looked around, and saw a lot of strange eyes.His appearance was so outstanding that he looked like a superior person at first glance. He was so incompatible with this slum and his worn clothes that no one would believe that he belonged here.

And I, from birth, was destined to be a fish in this dirty river.Occasionally, when people walk by the river, they worry about getting their shoes dirty.We looked up at the sky and saw people on the bank running, jumping, and flying high in the sky, but we could never swim this river.I deliberately sat far away from him.

But Truman squeezed over, took a bowl of tofu nao, and smiled all over his face: "Come, I'll feed you."

There were already four or five tables of diners in this stall, all of whom were residents of the slums. After the boss said those few words, nine out of ten of them looked at this side.

He is in such a public eye