Earthy President

The moment I opened Daiyue's closet door, although I was mentally prepared, I was still a little confused at that moment.

It was full of clothes.

It doesn't matter, no one stipulates that a man's wardrobe cannot be full of clothes.Judging from my new understanding of Daiyue just now, I feel relieved that he has more clothes.

But who can explain why it is full of my clothes?

It was really my clothes, my old clothes.

After all, I was rich once. Although clothes are generally more earthy and expensive, I can’t always wear old ones, so the earthy and expensive clothes are replaced more frequently. I don’t have a habit of hoarding old clothes. Let Daiyue decide to deal with it. He said that he sold second-hand clothes and used the money to buy practical clothes and donated them to remote mountainous areas. I didn't care.

Now it seems that he has embezzled a huge amount of property, no wonder he is so nervous.

Dai Yue stood behind me without saying a word, but I felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine, and my neck felt chilly.

His breathing was not quite right again, a little heavy.

On the whole, it looks like meeting a murderer in a movie.

——Inexplicably, I had such an imagination.

But what am I afraid of?I won't do anything for this little clothes, and he won't do anything for this little clothes, so I didn't look back and asked calmly, "Why are you here?"

His voice was not like his usual voice, a little heavy and a little erratic, and he said: "These are not sold, so hang them up first."

This is really an open-eyed nonsense. I used to tell me that the ones that sold were particularly popular, which once made me think that the aesthetics of people in this world is generally hopeless.

I said, "Oh."

I casually took down a drying rack closest to me, looked at the two pieces of clothes that were put together on it - and then looked at the other clothes, almost all of which were set one by one, and asked: "Do you pack your own clothes too?" sell together?"

The breath of the murderer behind me became heavier: "Yes."

"how much is it?"

"Three thousand five."

"so cheap?"

"Ah."

I felt my mouth dry up, swallowed, hung up the hanger, took off his coat that was on the outside, and looked back at him.

I thought I would see the face of a murderer, but I didn't.

I only saw his pale face and expression of despair, panic and fear.

Um?Could it be that I am the face of a murderer?Can't it?

We have been standing face to face for a long time, he seems to be getting cold, his right hand is slowly but vigorously stroking his left arm, he gradually lowers his head, but his breathing becomes more rapid, and the degree of illness has increased by one level compared to when he was in the hotel degree.

A question: how terrible am I in his eyes?

Even if I'm an idiot, I don't have to be like this if I get caught!I am very happy!I am so happy that I want to blow up fireworks!I was so happy that I was about to swear!You fucking like me like this, just say it!Say it as early as 800 years ago!The hints I gave you are all so obvious, why keep pretending to be okay!What's in your head? !If it weren't for this accident, I'm going to live like this for the rest of my life, right? !Prospects? !

But I didn't have time to blow up fireworks in my head, because I felt that if I didn't say anything, Daiyue would have a heart attack.

"You don't have to do this." I thought about it and said, "I can accept it."

He glanced at me, took a quick step forward, and closed the closet door: "Go to the living room and sit for a while."

There was no need for me to argue hard with him, so I nodded and went to the living room to continue watching TV.

During the period, Daiyue went in and out, took the sheets to the small balcony and stuffed the washing machine, and then went back to his bedroom to do things, and did not come out for more than half an hour.

I didn't want to urge him, I went to the kitchen and took a sip of the potato and beef brisket soup when the time came, put the lid back on, and went to inform Daiyue that he could cook other dishes and prepare for dinner.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, I saw that the sheets and quilts had been changed. Daiyue was sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze, as if he didn't hear the sound of me coming in, or he didn't want to pay attention to it.

He just lowered his head, his back a little hunched, silently looking at the cigarette in his hand.There was a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it, and he rubbed the end of the cigarette until it was horrible.

It was getting late, the sun outside the window was about to set, and the blinds of the room were up, making the whole room even darker.There was a little light of the setting sun coming in, dragging Daiyue's figure for a long time, but he seemed to be sitting in the shadow.

Judging from the direction of his lyrical prose, I can probably guess what he is depressed about now.

Probably think that the behavior in his closet is abnormal.

But after the shock in the morning, I have basically completed my self-upgrade. As long as he doesn't say that I am actually his long-lost twin brother, or that he helped his brother when he made the big news, then I It is all acceptable.

And this matter, to be honest, it depends on the person.

If I don't like Daiyue, no matter how good-looking he is, I may still think he is quite abnormal.

The crux of the problem is that I like him.

When I think about this vase, I have loved it so much for more than ten years, and I am quite happy, and my heart aches when I am happy.

I feel like I'm going to be broken too.

I walked up to Daiyue, thought it over and said, "The soup is ready."

He put the cigarette in his palm and rubbed it vigorously, raised his head and was about to get up, but froze there again, staring straight at me—the clothes on his body.

I explained: "My coat is uncomfortable, and it's a bit cold after taking it off, so I'll borrow yours to wear it."

He is still staring at me.

In fact, it’s not that I haven’t worn his clothes. Sometimes when I’m on a business trip, or when I’m off to the factory to do something, I will occasionally encounter unexpected situations, such as a sudden change of weather, and he will give me his coat to wear.

So although I was indeed trying to tease him at this moment, his reaction was still a bit extreme.

After a long time, he lowered his head slowly and said, "I don't want to..."

After a long time, he whispered, "I'm a pervert."

Ahhhhhhhhhhh again!At this time, I sincerely hope that he can learn from Xiang Nai's super mental power!That's a pervert who can say frankly that the whole world is drunk and his self-aware self-confidence!

Daiyue doesn't need to be fascinated to that extent, but he can't stay in this state all the time.

I deliberated for a moment and said, "Your behavior I cannot encourage—"

He suddenly hugged my waist and buried his face in my arms.

"—but I don't mind." I said without changing my face, "it's just that there is a limit to everything—"

Dai Yue held my hand tightly.

"—Of course, the degree is negotiable." I said without changing my face, "As long as it is not too much——"

Dai Yue stood up suddenly, kissed me for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Is it too much for me to tie you up with a chain while you're sleeping?"

I:"……"

I, Ji Xunyang, 32 years old, finally left the single, the other party is the person I trust the most in this world who claims to have a crush on me for more than 14 years.But I found that the brain hidden under his romantic and chic appearance is not normal, and his thoughts are extremely psychedelic. What should I do?

I said, "Too much."

Dai Yue hugged me and did not let go: "Then I want to wear my clothes for you, is that too much?"

I said: "Yes."

Without further ado, Dai Yue took off his coat on me, and then came one by one.

To be honest, his scene is really like a pervert, not to mention his behavior, combined with that blackened face and mysterious eyes, it makes me feel very chicken-eating. It exploded.

I managed to find an opportunity to crawl under the quilt silently, watching him turn around and take out his suit from the closet on the other side, and smiled at me: "I'll help you put it on again."

I:"……"

I covered my face with complicated emotions.

Play or my brother Dai can play.

Why on earth do I think he is a harmless vase?

While dressing me, Daiyue whispered his dream blueprint: "...I still want to lock you up, you are not allowed to go anywhere, you are not allowed to see anyone except me, you ask me for everything, Drinking water requires me, eating requires me, ejaculation also requires me..."

I:"???"

"Do you think this is too much?" he asked.

I said, "Too much."

He went on to say, "I still want to bite you, is that too much?"

I thought about it: "It's okay to be lighter."

He immediately gnawed on my neck for 5 minutes, like a puppy grinding his teeth, which made me think that even if I didn't say it lightly, he probably wouldn't be too serious.Of course, just to be on the safe side, I'll say it, there's no harm in it.

After gnawing and gnawing, he gnawed elsewhere, and the clothes I finally put on were all gone, which made me think that he still had a hidden ambition that he didn't say was that he hoped that I could remain unclothed in his house.It doesn't matter if you say it or not, it's too much if it's too much, I won't get used to it, even if he consciously didn't say it.

Anyway, when I woke up after sleeping, it was completely dark outside the window.

Daiyue was sleeping next to me, with her hand over her, grabbing my other arm, looking cute, as if she was afraid that I would run away.

I won't run away.

Because, probably, in this world, he is the only one who needs me so much.

Good thing he still needs me.