The young man looked at the butterfly deeply, and without saying anything, he reached out and grabbed the butterfly, and the butterfly felt like he was about to fall, and said, "I've been waiting for you for too long, why are you here now?"

The young man whispered: Haven't I already come?

The butterfly murmured: You don't know, all these years, I have been, have been waiting. I was almost desperate, I thought I would never be able to wait for you again in my life.

The young man sighed, but the smile on his face was really reflected in the butterfly's eyes: Haven't I been working hard? I've not been better off than you over the years, and I know you're waiting for me, and I've always, been stepping up.

The butterfly suddenly felt tears hanging down and slid down on the placket, and the young man stretched out his cold fingers, wiped them gently, lowered his head, and kissed the butterfly. The butterfly said: I'm hot—

The boy whispered: It will be all right soon.

The butterfly twisted his body, not knowing how to make himself comfortable, but he felt very happy as long as he was hugging him, the tighter the better, if he could crush the bones, it seemed to be more comfortable, but he didn't know that the bottom of his heart was just like the dark abyssal sea, which was pregnant with waves wave after wave.

She wanted to tear the young man's clothes, but she didn't listen to her fingers, just like a severe Parkinson's disease patient, ten fingers didn't look like her own, she couldn't help but be a little annoyed, she couldn't help but be a little annoyed, she couldn't wait to chop it directly, snorted slightly, and said: Hurry up.

The fact is that no matter how hard the butterfly tries and how anxious it is, it is as rock-like as a rock, and it doesn't even look like it's wavering.

His hands just held the butterfly silently like this, and then he watched the butterfly toss and turn there alone, in vain, and she longed to burrow into his bones to see what he was made of, how he was so ruthless, so cold, so indifferent.

Even so, the butterfly gradually, gradually became delusional, and the wave of the peak was already visible, Cui Wei was dangerous, surging, swallowing everything, and everywhere he passed, he was withering.

After the palpitations, the unprecedented pleasure was accompanied by unprecedented loneliness. The young man looked into the distance, and the butterfly felt that he was gradually getting colder, but his body was sticky......

When I opened my eyes, the morning mist room was still silent, and the faint light penetrated through the thick curtain, invading the room, the bookcase, the table and chairs, and my own bed, the butterfly was very strange, when did I return home?

On the second day, Butterfly received a call from Zhuang Yousheng, and his tone was a little concerned, but he still maintained his usual calm style: Are you better?

The butterfly suddenly became embarrassed.

Just after waking up this morning, she suddenly remembered that it seemed that she had made a phone call to Zhuang Yousheng yesterday, not a diving bird. That is to say, Zhuang Yousheng sent his messed himself home and then left?

At that time, she was still a little afraid to move, she was afraid that Zhuang Yousheng would stay in the hall like last time he was sick, he was a strange person, and he would really sit like this for a night. Slowly, like a saint, he sat there and drank his tea.

But after listening carefully for a while, he was convinced that there was indeed no one at home, and Zhuang Yousheng didn't know when he had left.

And then he searched his stomach and intestines for clues: he just walked away with dignity like that? Is he really such a decent man? Is he really so great that he didn't take advantage of himself?

If it is really such a man, it is really a rare Yanagishita Megumi in heaven and earth.

To be honest, butterflies have never believed in Megumi Yanagishita.

If a man is not interested in a woman at all, unless he doesn't like her at all.

It turns out that this Zhuang Yousheng really doesn't like himself, and he can't make him tempted like that, which shows how sad he is, which shows how stupid he feels on weekdays. Every time she meets unexpectedly these days, she vaguely feels that Zhuang Yousheng seems to be a little different from herself, and now it seems that she must have been single for too long, and she is a little allergic to the wind and rain.

Suddenly, I was disappointed. This is the first time that I have made myself feel that there are men who are not interested in me. changed Fan Fan back then, and he had already pounced on his head, and he didn't care so much.

Back then, as long as he drank a little wine and behaved coquettishly, Fan Fan could see that his eyes were on fire. This Zhuang Yousheng seems to be a talent.

Looking at myself again, the more I thought about it, the more ashamed I became, and then I thought back to my dream, I actually was, I don't know if Zhuang Yousheng was on the side at that time, and did I do anything to him? I don't know what Zhuang Yousheng will have a different view of himself last night......

Thinking, thinking, crackling and slapping himself.

Even if you split your head, I'm afraid it's incomplete, all the memories are intermittent and scattered, but suddenly when I think of the meeting with Liao Yingchen in the afternoon, my stomach starts to catch fire, but fortunately, I was still out of danger at that time, which is really a blessing in misfortune.

All kinds of regrets, fears, overlapping together, I can't tell whether I hate in my heart, resentment, or shame......

Just like this, he sat in the quilt in a demented state, hugged the quilt, thought about it, and suddenly his heart was full of sadness, and he couldn't help sobbing, thinking about his own years of living in a mess, even if he was cautious, he was still calculated.

Unexpectedly, the person who calculates himself is a good friend who grew up with him, and he was really a pair of no-guess girls who complained to each other. is frank and unrestrained, but he doesn't want the other party to hide his filthy and traitorous heart so much.

The only thing I don't understand is what she is doing this?

When I thought about it, I thought of the bald man with a lewd smile on his face, and I couldn't help but tremble. It was as if the whole stomach had been turned upside down. I couldn't help but slam my fist on the bed.

Gradually, after calming down, he began to lament that there was no one around him who could help and rely on, which showed that he was the saddest person in the world.

At this moment, hearing Zhuang Yousheng's voice, the butterfly was grateful, and at a loss, she took the phone, was stunned, thought about it and said: It's much better. I'm fine. I bothered you again last night, really, ahem, I'm so sorry.

Zhuang Yousheng smiled faintly and said: It's okay. It's just that yesterday you weren't sober, and what I want to ask is, what happened to you?

The butterfly suddenly blushed, but fortunately, the other party couldn't see it on the phone, she felt that her throat seemed to itch even more, could it be that she had a cold last night, and she had a cold, and said while coughing: I don't know what happened, cough cough.

Butterfly is vague about the past, she just wants to forget this unpleasant scene quickly and make herself better.

If there is really any medicine in this world that can forget short-term memories after drinking, Butterfly really wants to try it now, this brain full of unbearable memories makes her ashamed and angry, she has always been self-contained and conceited, she has never felt so dirty,