The aunt said that the young man of the family left this afternoon, and chatted with her at the door when he left, and the young man said that he was going back to his hometown Linhai City, and said that he would probably never come back here.

Cheng Tingshen hurriedly thanked him, and then went downstairs and drove straight to Linhai City.

He knew where Xu Wan's home was. A few years ago, he went to the funeral of Xu Slow's parents as Xu Slow's boss, and Xu Slow stayed at Xu Slow's house for one night.

The only place Xu slowly went back there could only be there.

Xu slowly cleaned the original home, and slept on the sofa tirelessly until dark.

I picked up the phone and wanted to see the time, I pressed it several times and found that the phone didn't pick up the phone to see the time, and I pressed it several times and found that the phone was out of power and turned off.

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At this time, the doorbell rang, and Xu Slow had to drag his tired body over. Who will come to him at this time? In the eyes of the little cat, he saw the familiar face. Xu slowly opened the door in disbelief, and saw the person he had liked for seven years standing in front of him.

Cheng Tingshen hugged Xu Slow and buried his head deep in his neck socket.

"Xu slow.. …… Slowly. I like you. Cheng Ting muttered deeply.

Xu Slow's body stiffened suddenly. Cheng Tingshen couldn't wait for a response, so he raised his head suddenly and stared at Xu Slow suddenly.

Then he lowered his head again and said aggrievedly: "Xu Slow, don't you like me?" ”

Xu Slow came back to his senses, he didn't expect Cheng Tingshen to like him too, he choked up and replied: "I like it, I like it....." Cheng Tingshen stopped talking, just kissed Xu Slow's hair again and again.

In the dimly lit room, neither of them spoke.

But the joy had already spread to the corners of the room.

At the age of thirty, once a person is identified, it is a lifelong thing.

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I love my lover very much, very, very much.

Or let's put it another way, I'm "crazy" in love with my lover.

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I wanted to occupy him—not just his body, but I wanted to occupy his mind, so that every inch of his body, even every cell, could exist only for me.

When he aggressively questioned why I wanted him to socialize normally, I was going crazy with jealousy, why could those ants get his friendship so easily?

He even asked me if I was just in love with a puppeteer I manipulated, but there shouldn't be anyone else in your life but me.

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I was a little afraid of scaring him, so I could only bury these thoughts deep in my heart, pretend to be wrong, lower my eyes, and say, I know, I'm just a little jealous, I won't in the future.

When he saw me like this, he really lost his anger and began to coax me in a low voice, saying that he didn't mean to be so fierce to me, he just hoped that I could understand him.

I smiled lightly at him and said, it's okay.

He felt even more guilty.

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Seeing that I always have such a good temper with him, I am the person who knows him best in the world, and I am the one who loves him the most.

I'm so convinced.

So much so that I let myself die in front of him, and I confessed that I was very happy when the robber said that he would kill me if I didn't hand over the confidential documents of their company.

I finally found a chance to prove to him how much I loved him.

But I couldn't show it, I wanted to pretend to be good, I wanted him to remember me, remember me forever and ever, so I carefully suppressed my joyful expression, showed a sad smile, and said, you leave me alone.

I used the blade I carried with me to cut the rope that bound me, and made a lip gesture to him: I love you, and then resolutely cut my carotid artery, and the warm blood flowed out of my neck, taking away the heat of life, it was the first time I was so close to death, but I was not afraid at all, even with a hint of excitement.

My love will finally belong to me forever and ever.

In the last moments of losing consciousness, I could not contain the joy in my heart, and the corners of my mouth curled up to hear my lover's desperate wail that would never belong to him.

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"No!" I want to touch his brow and tell him, it's okay, honey, I love you, I will always live in your heart.

Probably because my obsession was too strong, I was tied to my lover and became what people call the "Earth Bound Spirit".

But I didn't hate it, and enjoyed being tied to him so that I could infiltrate every corner of his life, and from then on he was my shadow.

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I watched him lose his soul, I watched him die drunk, I watched him wake up in the night, muttering my name and tears on his face.

I was so excited that I was about to die, and although I couldn't die a second time, he was finally all mine, inside out.

I'm still alive, living in every happy or sad dream, living in every sleepless night, living in every bottle of wine he drinks.

The only pity is that I can no longer enjoy his body, and I always get great satisfaction and extreme pleasure when his warm and moist corridor tightly wraps my objects.

His whole person belongs to me, we are tightly stitched, there is no "distance" between us, he belongs only to me.

One night, instead of getting drunk in the noisy bar, he went up to the rooftop alone in my favorite black trench coat.

He poured the golden beer one after another, and the bright lights in front of him flickered like a light called "happiness".

"You're too foul."

He smiled wryly, and then jumped off the rooftop on the 23rd floor with vigor, like a light black bird.

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"Boom-" with a loud bang that shattered my eardrums, if I still had this thing. A few minutes later, I met him again.

He greeted me with a smile: "Looks like I still can't hide." His eyes were filled with affection: "I love you too." ”

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