The moderate amount of alcohol made people feel pleasant, and Dusch felt that his eyes had been filtered, and just looking at her made his heart full of tenderness.

On weekdays, when I am sober, I remind myself that I should properly exercise restraint, and at this time, it has long been dissipated.

Dusch's fingers went down the corners of his jaw, and his fingertips tapped the shallow hook on his chin, deliberately softening his voice. As if whispering: "If you don't come, I'll leave." ”

Usually attending events, makeup artists don't put on heavy makeup for her, and the light makeup is just right on her face, half-concealed and half-hidden, fairy and charming.

Her eyes were smart, and she looked at him with shallow love and desire, and then she blinked, and her gaze fell inch by inch on his thin lips, and then she breathed sharply and bit her lower lip.

Even if it's a deliberate seduction. There is no sense of gaudy at all.

Meng Yankai saw that his throat was tight, held her head up a little higher, and lowered his head to cover her heavily.

Du Shi succeeded, and when his lips were close to each other, he smiled as he wished.

Her body was supported by his large palms, her hands clinging tightly to the back of his shoulders, and her long hair dangling lightly behind her head.

Meng Yankai trapped her between her chest and legs, and Du Shi reclined in his arms. The breath blended, and he closed his eyes in oblivion.

Du Shi was no longer satisfied with this, and turned around with his shoulder, actively holding his face eagerly, gradually indulging in it.

After a while, Dusch let go of him, breathing undiligently, and pressed against his forehead and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Meng Yankai's eyes were so heavy that he could devour people, and he said in a dumb voice, "I have already washed it." ”

Dusch wiped the lipstick on his lips with his thumb and hit him with the tip of his nose, his voice with a natural softness: "I think you should wash it again......"

……

Du Shi was already tired today, and when he first came back, he relied on alcohol to excite his brain, and he was tired after the energy was over.

As soon as he got out of the bathroom, he was defeated, and when Meng Yan opened the bed, Du Shi pulled up the quilt and wrapped it around himself: "Is it good to sleep?"

Meng Yankai leaned over and pressed forward. Very gently pressed against her face, and her tone was spoiled deliberately: "I can't sleep, just to help you change the habit of always flirting with life and death." ”

When it was over, Dusch lay on top of him as usual, biting him on the shoulder in small bites, and seeing that his shallow tooth marks remained on him, like a brand.

Meng Yankai didn't care, let her play.

Dusch pressed his face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat in his sleep, rubbing his chin with the top of his head, and when she wanted to sleep, she slid down to find a pillow.

……

Meng Yankai had a dream as soon as he fell asleep at night.

He walked under the sun, the strong light occupied his vision, and everything he saw seemed like a fantasy, and of course he didn't realize it was a fantasy in his dreams.

He seemed to be going to a place, the road seemed to be so long, a hundred and ten meters away from the alley, like a picture frame framed a blue sea empty, he knew that as long as he walked out, his vision would suddenly open up, and his footsteps would not stop. But I can't get to the end.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, absorbing heat, and his heart was burning, and fine sweat was pouring out on his forehead.

I don't know how long it took. There was a commotion behind him, and he turned around, and in the midst of the illusion, he saw a whining man chasing after him with a stick. He lifted his feet and ran.

Seeing that the distance to the alley finally began to shorten, he suddenly became worried and turned around at the nearest fork from the alley.

He didn't run two steps, the back of his head hurt, his whole body was shocked, and he was about to fall to the ground, he woke up, looked at the darkness of the room for a long time, came back to his senses, reached out and touched the back of his head that was a little tight.

Looking at the time, I slept for less than an hour.

There was a regular shallow breathing sound next to him, and Meng Yankai was quiet for a while. Lift the quilt and get out of bed, scoop up the nightgown next to it and put it on your body, open the closed curtains, and open the balcony sliding door.

He sat in a recliner. I lit a cigarette, spread my legs, put my hands on my knees, and sit in an extended position.

He held a cigarette in one hand and stroked his short hair with the other.

It was silent, and he stared into the night, remembering that the last time this situation happened was the night he was with Du Shi, and he had a headache. Night dreams, as if there is something to break out of the cage.

It's very strange.

He had never thought that such a mysterious thing as amnesia would happen to him before, and he didn't believe in psychology, thinking that it was all fooling. A trap like a business trap.

But if none of this exists, how can he explain the satisfaction that makes him tremble physically and mentally when he holds Dusch?

If it's just because I'm familiar with her body, but when I come into contact with her, in addition to desire, the feeling of loss of control in my heart is really terrible.

Dusch had been asking him the other day why he had left that night.

He couldn't tell why. I can't say that I think this thing is mysterious and weird, so that he can resist.

It's the first time I've had so much to do in bed, and it's completely incomprehensible.

But she got entangled. Those troublesome thoughts seem to have been swept away.

Meng Yankai felt that it was not good to go on like this, if that part of the memory could be retrieved, it could solve most of the current problems, but at present, if it was up to Du Shi to recall his memories, it would be too speculative, and the probability was very small.

He took a cigarette, picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Qu He, and then sat down for a while before turning around and entering the bedroom.

Lying down in the dark, Du Shi suddenly snorted and said "It hurts" in a daze.

He asked, "Where does it hurt?"

"Hair, it's holding down the hair......" Dusch tugged at his hair.

Meng Yankai leaned back slightly, touched the pillow, and gave her a haircut.

Du Shi rubbed his head, turned around and hugged him, touching him a little cold. I pulled up the quilt I was covering and put it on him, put my hand on his waist and fell asleep again.

Meng Yan opened his hand and reached into the quilt, shook the thin arm that was lying across his body, and closed his eyes. I wonder if I'll continue dreaming.

As a result, there was no dream until dawn in the second half of the night.

Early the next morning, Meng Yankai arrived at the company, and after Qu He reported some work, he told him: "The psychologist has made an appointment for you." ”

Meng Yankai nodded to indicate that he understood. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Let people go to Lanxi." ”

Then he called Shen Pingyue and asked him to book a place on Lanxi at night, so that the psychiatrist could go in as Shen Pingyue's guest.

Shen Pingyue booked a private room, and Meng Yankai also booked one himself.

After the two went in, Meng Yan drove to the room he had booked.

Shen Pingyue didn't know what he was doing, and wanted to go over to take a look, but Yanzhuang asked him to sit down: "Didn't you let you not go over?"

Shen Pingyue stepped out and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Yanzhuang smiled: "The door is locked, you can see the loneliness." ”

Shen Pingyue was incredulous: "Damn, he's not afraid that Du Shi will know?"

"Isn't the reason why I pulled you and me in because I was afraid that others would know?" Yanzhuang drank tea, "but how can you think about everything in that way, it's really obscene." ”

Shen Pingyue came back and sat down: "If there are no ghosts, why not be upright?"

Yanzhuang shook his head: "Do you think everyone is the same as you?" The predecessor and current met him, and he was so happy that he couldn't wait to form a table of mahjong, so he didn't use your dirty thinking to speculate about others. ”

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