“I like you so much~” She often said this.
She smiles when she sees him, with crooked eyebrows. Even if he often urges her to copy the precepts, she is not angry.
Like a big, beautiful and clingy sweet cat, super good-tempered and always willing to cling to him.
It’s really…
makes people completely unable to be angry with her.
He felt depressed, but when she took the initiative to kiss him, he felt inexplicably angry.
Humbling words of rejection, he did not push her away.
It is clear that I like it in my heart and go crazy with it, but on the outside, I still keep calm.
Knowing that she likes his skin and that she likes gentle and capable men, he begins to unconsciously become what she likes.
Pretending to be that kind of person, pretending to be reserved, treating her gently and exceptionally well every day, so much so that she gradually began to get used to his presence.
Like a warm fire, she forcefully squeezed into his life, and he - like pure water, moisturizing things silently, bit by bit, naturally became a part of her life.
She liked him more and more, and she always had him in her smiling eyes.
Gradually, he began to learn to be careful, learn to observe, and observe what she liked.
She likes when he looks at her and smiles. Often when he smiles, she will come over and take the initiative to stick to him.
So, he often looked at her when he wanted to be intimate with her.
Sometimes he would deliberately get closer to give her a chance to attack easily, and sometimes he would pretend to be casual and find an angle to attract her with his skin that she liked... Even sometimes, he would find a legitimate excuse to hold her hand and hug her. she.
All kinds of despicable little tricks should be used without shame.
Like a lowly male prostitute, he put down his dignity and willingly chose to use his skin to seduce her.
As long as she doesn't want to leave him, she can do whatever he wants. Even if he peeked at him taking a shower, he would turn a blind eye and pretend not to know.
Everything, he indulged her, it didn't matter to him.
He tried hard to be nice to her, racking his brains in every way to make her happy and make her willing to accompany him.
He thought she knew his thoughts, but he didn’t expect—it turned out that she had never felt safe.
I don’t say anything, but my heart is becoming more and more timid and sensitive, so sensitive that I can’t even bear the slightest stimulation.
All it takes is one more tiny needle, the slightest stimulation, and all the accumulated energy in her heart will explode completely, shattering into pieces that will be difficult to repair.
He was too kind to her, but he never opened his heart.
ˆAlways keep yourself closed and refuse to reveal your thoughts.
He is afraid that his fanatical love will frighten her, scare her away, and make her feel shocked and unbearable.
She often said that she liked him, but he always subconsciously thought that what she liked was just his skin, just a piece of skin.
If you like a piece of skin, how much can you like it? He always denies himself like this.
I am not good, and I am not worthy of her love.
Because he liked it so much, he started to become timid.
I was too hesitant and hesitated, and finally realized that I seemed to have hurt her.
It was obvious that he didn’t want to do it. It was obvious that this was not his intention.
He didn't want to hurt her, but in the end, he was the one who hurt her deeply.