I stood at the door for at least five minutes before I decided to push the door in, still not seeing his face, only hearing him ask, "What are you hiding?" ”

"Embarrassed."

He laughed and said, "Come here." ”

I reluctantly took a step.

"Come here." He repeated it for the third time.

"Cumbersome." I clenched my fingers and plucked up the courage to say, "I've thought about it and can now answer your question yesterday." ”

He didn't speak.

"I didn't 'fall in love with you too.'" I looked up, looked him in the eye, and decided to make it clear, even though I was already late: "I've always loved you. ”

He turned off the shower and turned to look at me.

There was no other sound in the bathroom.

I was like a first-time performer: I couldn't tell if it was encore or boos when the performance was over.

"I've always loved you." I never wanted to hide this, and I couldn't hide it: "But I didn't 'either' fall in love with you." ”

He was still looking at me calmly.

I can't even tell which personality he is at the moment.

"Although in your heart, you are not the same person as him, I will always be confused. Sometimes I feel like you're alone, and sometimes I feel like you're not. I said, "Just like I sometimes think that the child is yours even though you don't approve of it, I really can't always see you and him completely." ”

He was still looking at me blankly, and I don't know how he felt when he heard those words.

"That's probably why I misunderstood you yesterday. I don't want you to continue misunderstanding, it's a strange feeling. So, even if you're not happy, that's all I can say......"

The more I talked, the more I wanted to cry, because I didn't really want money or beauty, I just wanted to live a dull life with a man like Britney, without passion, romance, or luxury. Concretely, I was able to see him after work, and we stayed in a small house with a big palm, ate together, watched TV together, and discussed whether to have a cat or a dog.

But I can't ask for it.

I wiped my tears for a long time before I uttered the words: "I don't love you." ”

He stood there and watched me for a moment, then suddenly turned the shower back on and continued to take a shower as if no one was around.

I have to admit that even though I have been nagging so much and seem to have thought it through, I still feel very heartbroken when I am actually ignored by him.

This is not the first time this contradiction.

I don't know how to resolve it.

After a long stalemate, I finally wiped away my tears and turned to open the door, intending to clean up and go to class.

As soon as he pulled the doorknob, his voice suddenly came: "Come here." ”

I froze.

"Come here." He coldly repeated, "Come to me." ”

Anyone would be scared to hear that, and I walked over with my head down, wondering if he was going to hit me.

It can't be kissing me.

As I walked up to him, he grabbed my arms and pulled me under the shower.

The hot water was pouring down, and I couldn't open my eyes for a moment. There was a tingling pain in my trachea, and I couldn't help but cough violently, and he pressed the back of my head and patted me on the back. I lay on his shoulder, coughing for a while before I felt a little more comfortable.

His palms turned around my back, sliding nimbly over my back with a silky shower gel.

My mind, which I finally came to my senses, fell into that kind of entanglement that I didn't want to face, and I was determined to break this strange atmosphere: "Fanyin? ”

"Call me what?"

"Cumbersome."

He didn't speak.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"Nope." He let go of the hand holding me, and his palm swam to the front, his expression was still very focused, without **.

I grabbed his wrist, and he lifted his eyelids and looked at me without smiling or angry.

I squeezed his wrist and whispered, "I had all those thoughtful words." ”

He didn't move.

Somehow, too, I started my scalp tingling.

Suddenly, his face leaned over and I tried to back away, but his left arm, which I was pinching, pulled out without warning and quickly wrapped around my waist.

I watched his face get closer and closer, almost breathing my breath, unable to move, so I had to close my eyes.

And so it went on for a long time.

What I thought never happened.

I couldn't help but open my eyes, and I was suddenly frightened: his face was still in front of my closed eyes, and his eyes were staring at me for a moment. I couldn't see what he was thinking at the moment.

Suddenly, his right arm was raised.

I turned my face sideways to see his raised arm and press the shampoo button. I felt him grab the hair that was stuck to my back and put them on top of my head, letting go of the left hand that was holding me.

I couldn't help but look at him, saw the corners of his lips slightly raised, and pressed my head with the palms of both hands, gently pressing and rubbing.

I found myself completely unable to move because I didn't know what he wanted to do.

His sudden service to me wasn't the main cause of my discomfort, I really couldn't believe that he had such an attitude after I said that.

It felt like a rope suddenly broke while jumping off a cliff, and I never fell to the bottom. This sense of "will I die or not" was almost killing me.

I was so entangled, naturally I didn't have much energy to observe him. Only his deep voice was heard: "Keep your head down." The tone was very gentle, and it was also very gentle.

His hand pressed my head at the same time, and I bowed my head in response to his strength.

I don't know how long I endured it.

I didn't dare to speak, and it felt like a dream, like the calm before a storm.

The foam flowed near my eyes, and I instinctively closed them. The darkness turned in front of him, and the drum beat even more in his heart.

Thankfully, he finally spoke: "It's a good attitude to be open." ”

As soon as I opened my mouth, the foam flowed into my mouth. Of course, it's just an excuse, and I don't know what I can say.

"But." He suddenly stroked my face with his hand, I couldn't wait to open my eyes, his face leaned down, and his thumb rubbed my lips: "The premise is really frank, otherwise it is hypocrisy." ”

I couldn't take my face off my face, so I had to slide my eyeball to the corner of my eye. I still couldn't answer him, I didn't even dare to listen, and I didn't dare to ask myself that question. I was afraid of the look in his eyes at the moment, as sharp as if he had stripped me of the last fig leaf. I was so afraid that he would expose something, so I had to choose to avoid it.

Once again, the atmosphere was at an eerie stalemate.

Suddenly, his face turned sideways, so fast that I couldn't react. When his lips were pressed together, my mind was still dizzy from the steaming bathroom. There was a press on my jaw, so light and so light that I opened my mouth.

The tip of his tongue swirled around my mouth like a thin feather, and finally wrapped around the tip of my tongue, like a bird's beak in its prey.

The creature, who could talk, who could lift the bar, but was not very smart, seemed to have an independent life, it was no longer under my control, it seemed to have found a lover—it had already found it. But I "hypocritically" want to control it, trying to make it carry it quietly like the most pious nun, without being seduced by any **. But apparently, it's more open than I am.

His arms wrapped around my waist again, tightening tighter and tighter. His palm was firmly pressed against the back of my head, and I couldn't live in peace.

My arm did want to wrap around him for a moment, but thankfully, I managed to get it to hang down to my sides "hypocritically", twitching, but retaining the last of my integrity.

I knew that I had suffered a dark loss, and I couldn't tell where the loss was. I also know that I seem to be becoming weaker, but I can't tell where the weakness is.

Finally, he relented.

I quickly lowered my head, but I didn't dare to open my eyes. The darkness is safer than him.

But I could still clearly feel his hand on my cheek, his thumb rubbing, and I could feel him looking at me, but he just didn't speak, and he was in an annoyed stalemate with me.

Thankfully, he opened his mouth: "What did you ask me yesterday?" ”

I didn't speak.

"It's just the kids who say they like it." There was a hint of a smile in his voice: "Adults only talk about love." ”

I was devastated. I couldn't help but raise my eyelids and look at him, with a very shameful anticipation in my heart.

He asked solemnly, "Which one do you want?" ”

I......

I was even more shameless: "Adult's." ”

He was silent, still expressionless.

As the minutes ticked by, I began to feel uneasy: "The child's ...... You can also. ”

He let go, turned his face away, and smiled unusually happily.

Suddenly, I woke up like from a dream:

What am I doing here?

Practicing myself?

Even if he says at the moment that he likes me and he loves me, then what did he think the moment he pulled the trigger yesterday? What did you think when you insulted me the day before yesterday?

He was obviously deliberately playing tricks on me.

It took a long, long time for me to find a slightly less childish phrase: "Isn't it funny?" ”

He was still smiling when he turned his head, but suddenly smiled again and frowned: "What's wrong?" What are you crying about? ”

Whoever is it would like to cry now. But I couldn't explain anything: "I'm late for school." ”

He wiped my tears with his fingers, but grabbed my arm with his other.

I said, "I'm going to class." ”

"Let's start by talking about what you're crying about." He was still frowning, as if I had made another mistake.

"It's because I'm going to be late for school, and my tutor won't let me in if I'm late......" My throat was completely choked with tears.

After listening to this, he was silent for a long time, and then said, "Answer me two questions first." ”

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"Did you do it with him that day?"

How could I be in the mood to explain this?

He didn't seem to need an answer at all: "Who the hell is Su Yi you?" ”

I still didn't say anything.

He grabbed my wrist and said, "If you don't speak, you'll never go to class." ”

"It's done." I wasn't in the mood to wonder why he was asking this all of a sudden.

There was a sharp pain in his arm, and he didn't speak.