When he opened his eyes, Lance saw an unfamiliar room, which was not Albert's house. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He was sitting in Albert's room, thinking about how the next performance should go, but why did he appear in such a strange place, was it all just an illusion?

Lance raised his hand and tightened his fingers, the clear sense of power and tingling that stunned him a little, everything was so real. However, before his head could think further, the door in front of him was pushed open, and a little boy in bib pants carefully probed his brain, his eyelashes like feathers fluttering in the sun, and the playful smile on the corner of his mouth was like an angel, and then the little boy turned and pushed open the door, and said in a voice behind him, "Come in, there is no one at home." ”

"What about me?" Lance felt that he was a little out of his mind, and then he saw a little girl in a princess dress jumping into the house on her legs, like a white rabbit. When the little boy saw this scene, he forgot about closing the door, and followed the little girl, jumping up and down, and the two of them had fun like this, giggling and laughing.

The two little ones had a great time, and when they got tired of jumping, they began to sit in the living room and play with Lego bricks, sometimes focusing on their own games, and seemed to completely forget the existence of the other person; Sometimes they work with partners to try to build a skyscraper. Even if there were no superfluous words, both of them enjoyed themselves, as if they had forgotten the passage of time.

The little boy got up from the pile of blocks, then trotted all the way to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and stood on tiptoe to find a bottle of orange juice, the heavy bucket of orange juice looked heavier than his head, and he staggered to his feet, which made Lance a little worried, and he wanted to step away, but he couldn't help but stop - don't tell the child that he can't do it.

Then, Lance watched the little boy put the orange juice bucket on the ground, and with a muffled "bang", the chubby little hand fixed the bottle, and then began to twist the cap, but the little guy looked like he was only four or five years old, and he had no strength to twist it twice. He stood beside him with his hands on his hips, staring angrily at the bottle in front of him, as if he was thinking of a way to punish it.

"What's wrong?" The little girl finally found the same at this time, ran to the kitchen with unsteady steps, saw the orange juice bucket on the ground, squatted down and looked at it carefully, looked at the little boy curiously, her eyes were full of longing, and she couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, and it seemed that she was also thirsty.

This gave the little boy the courage again, held the bottle cap again, and twisted it with all his strength, the expression of gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes, and frowning as if all his strength had been used, and then suddenly, the bottle cap was twisted open, but he was too strong, and the whole person fell backwards, kicked his legs, and directly kicked the orange juice bucket down, and all the orange juice inside was poured out.

But in the blink of an eye, the whole kitchen was splashed with orange juice everywhere, and the two little ones sat wet in the orange juice, looking at each other, as if they didn't understand what was going on, and didn't understand why it was like this, and their eyes were full of confusion.

But this was only temporary, and then the little girl began to wave her little fat legs, imagining herself swimming in the pool. The little boy also seemed to be infected, and the two of them began to swim happily in a pool of orange juice.

If there were parents here, they would probably be furious, but the two little ones didn't feel that they were in trouble at all, and laughed more and more happily, and the laughter of silver bells echoed in the kitchen.

When the two of them came back to their senses, they realized that they were already soaking wet. The little boy tried to take off his shirt, but the completely soaked clothes stuck directly on his head, and he couldn't tear it off no matter how hard he struggled; The little girl sitting next to her took off her skirt very smoothly, leaving only a pair of white underwear/pants, seeing that the little friend was in difficulty, the little girl took off her shoes, walked over barefoot, pulled her shirt and wanted to take it off, the two of them were like a tug-of-war, struggling there, suddenly, I don't know where the force is right, the clothes are taken off like this, the little girl made all her strength, and she didn't notice it, and the whole person's center of gravity leaned back, and she fell to the ground with a plop.

The little boy finally saw the light of day again, but his cheeks were already red, and he looked at the little girl in front of him in a daze. After being silent for about two seconds, the little girl suddenly began to cry, it seemed that she had just fallen in pain, the little boy struggled to stand up, walked to the little friend's side, held the girl's head in his arms, and gently comforted her.

I see!

Lance suddenly understood that this was the cause of Jeff's fetish/child/fetish, this was the reason why Jeff was always reluctant to give up on his childhood, and this was the whole world he had built for Jeff in his mind, which was him and Ginnaire.

In childhood, it seemed that everything was so simple, even if it was in trouble, it didn't matter, after scolding, you only need to cry, and the matter will pass, as if you have made orange juice all over the kitchen, and the parents of the two children come back and see their embarrassed appearance, and they can't bear to continue scolding, but they can't cry or laugh.

But when he grew up, everything became complicated, and even his parents changed their faces, as if they were wearing satanic masks, not to mention the sinister world outside. Everything has changed, everything has changed, even himself. He was so nostalgic for his childhood that it seemed like a lollipop, a marshmallow, and a glass of orange juice could solve all his problems. The soft little hands, like satin-like skin, gently caressed his cheeks, and the soft lip flaps were imprinted on his chest, like the kiss of a rose, which made him want more, more......

He knew it wasn't right, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control it, and even with his legs tied, he began to lose control. Each time, he told himself that it was the last time, but each time, he broke his promise. He didn't want to do that either, he longed for a happy family, like his model parents, as he remembered as a child, but Genel left like this, he had thought that he and Genel could have a future, and he pinned all his hopes on Genel, as if it were the only pure land. But, again, he was disappointed.

He can't help it, he really can't help it......

He would be gentle, he always was, he would be gentle with every child, careful not to let them be hurt. Look, he never forced those children, they were all sent to the door by those children, he just gave them a little bit ...... "fatherly love", and he would even take care of them considerately, so he was not a lover/child/fetish at all. It's just that the objects he likes are souls who have not been polluted by the world, yes, it must be. He was tired of the intrigues of the adult world, he was tired of the intricacies of social relations, he was tired of the elaborate calculations of romantic relationships, he just missed the innocence of his childhood, he liked the simplicity of the world, as if everything would change for the better if he opened his eyes and laughed brightly.

Genel will be back, work will be smooth, life will be fine...... It's all so simple.

Fetish/child/fetish is such a disgusting thing, not only against the law, but also against morality, he is definitely not a fetish/child/fetish. He has no resemblance to those perverts, he is so decent, so upright, he has a decent job, he doesn't force the other party to do what he doesn't want to do, he just looks for those on the Internet who you want to ...... It's just not a fully mature object yet. That's all. He's not a lover/child/fetish! Please don't insult his soul with such disgusting words!

Donna? Dona was just an accident, really just an accident. At that time, Eren was on the verge of losing control - Alan was a friend he had met at work, and he accidentally discovered that Eren had the same orientation as himself, which quickly made them friends. Seeing that Eren was starting to lose control, he tried to dissuade Alan, right? His memory had become very vague, and there were only large fragments of memory left, which could not be pieced together at all, but ...... But he's not a bad guy, he's always been so gentle. So, it was just an accident, he once dissuaded Allen, but it didn't work, that's it, he's innocent, he's one of the victims. Because of Dona's affairs, he suppressed himself for a long, long time, and did not dare to act rashly. God, he didn't even have a life of his own, he really suppressed it for too long, too long.

Now, Hayley shows up. He will treat her well, he will be extremely gentle, he will be more considerate and attentive than before, he will be more patient. He's a good guy, really, he's just a lonely and empty man, and when he meets Hayley, that's it.

So, he is innocent, he is innocent, he is upright. Hayley is the perverted, out-of-control child, just like Alan.

"What about the photos? What about the pictures of the children naked? Why are you leaving these photos? Why would you take such a picture for your children? Did you like to be treated like this in your childhood? Is this what you call tenderness? Is this the right way for you to miss your childhood? Is this what you call not harming those children? How is this different from a fetish/child/fetish? Perhaps, such sanctimony is only more shameful, more pathetic, more disgusting, and makes you more insignificant. ”

No, it's not like that, it shouldn't be like this...... It's not that simple...... He's not a philophile/fetish...... He doesn't want to be a lover/child/fetish......

Little by little, the secret is revealed, he is forced into a corner, there is nowhere to escape, he can only cover his ears, reject all voices, refuse the invasion of reality, refuse his own existence. What is even more terrible than the shame is that even he wants to kill this "himself", despair, and begins to breed. (To be continued.) )