I just want you to be well

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally pressed the send button and decided to go to the appointment.

The word "covenant" is interpreted differently by different people.I just want to see him, and he probably just wants to have sex.

Although I have a lot of experience with "Mian Ji", I have never met anyone I really like or even like.For the uncle on the screen, although his motives are not pure, but for some reason, he has an inexplicable affection for him, and there is also a complicated sense of curiosity.

As for whether he will go to bed, it is futile to think so much.After all, only when we meet can we know what will happen next.

My intuition told myself that he should not be this kind of person.I still believe that as long as I don't want to, he won't dare to mess around.If a man can't even respect your right to say "no", no matter how tempting and liking you are, sooner or later you will succumb to this selfish lust and struggle to separate painfully.

However, no matter how rational he thinks, his brain seems to have been completely brainwashed by hormones.Even if there will be a scene where the Overlord is going to force his bow tomorrow night, I still want to see him in person, so I can settle my knot.

This moment is finally here.

When I saw him across the road, I felt as if I met him for the first time, my face was flushed, and the sound of my heartbeat drowned out the sound of the wind in the river.We walked all the way along the river, chatted, and tried to understand each other's basic situation.

I tried my best to hide my nervousness, but unexpectedly he noticed it.

Ginger is still old and spicy.

During the chat, I didn't feel that he was the heinous hooker in the circle.However, he might just be putting out his pre-dating friendliest side.

But even with pre-date hypocrisy, I'd rather believe he's a good guy.

I kept wanting to look him in the eye but pretending I didn't care about him.Every time I ask something that really matters to me, I can't help looking him in the face.

I want to keep that short time, and take a good look at his mature and delicate facial features, a little sexy beard, the mature man's breath left on his face by the years, and the blurred depth in his eyes.

He seems to have experienced vicissitudes, and every answer seems to hide many unknown helplessness.I vaguely feel that he is longing for love, but no one is willing to accompany him on the journey.

He is like a hedgehog, his whole body is covered with the past and grows into thorns, hiding himself deeply.And hookups are just the scissors he used to escape from the past. After one night, the pruned thorns will always grow back again, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

A man who is well versed in world affairs, knowing that the probability of success in dating tonight is so low, why did he come out to see me?Just to satisfy my request and his vanity like a fan?Or does he have feelings for me too?

I wishful thinking about some or not.

"We've met, there's no need to contact me again."

I watched his back as he drifted away.I wanted to go up and call him down, but my nerves seemed to be exhausted in the first two hours of meeting.

My heart is full of unwillingness, did he just leave like this?

*

"Are you there? Uncle?"

"Can you get me back?"

"Don't ignore me, okay?"

"From the first time I met you, I don't think you are a bad person."

"When I accidentally received your message, I admit that I did have doubts and worries. But I still believe with a glimmer of hope that you are not such a person. I promised you to go to the appointment, just want to meet you in person, want to Chatting with you, I want to know you and get to know you. When you asked me to go back tonight, I thought about it for a long time. I think you let me go for my own good. You don't want to hurt me, do you?"

"I know my conjecture is absurd. What right does a person who has never even been in a relationship have to guess what others think?"

"I trust my heart and my instincts to be right, and I won't give up."

On the way back to the dormitory, until I lay down and fell asleep, I kept sending messages to the uncle who never replied to my messages.

I think I like him.It's just absurd to conclude that you like someone so easily because you just met someone twice.But I knew very well in my heart that I really liked him, and it was still the kind of love at first sight.

Is this just a trick of hormones?

At four o'clock in the middle of the night, the phone rang.

"You'd better find a good person to fall in love with. It's not difficult for you to find someone better than me."

"Why can't you? For me, you can also be the best love object!"

I tapped the keyboard excitedly.

"Let me tell you, your instincts are wrong. I'm not a good person. I don't ask you out because I'm not interested in virgins. You don't want to see me anymore, go to bed early."

"You are not you are not!"

I was almost mad on the bed with his stubbornness. "Uncle, what do you have to do to talk to me? To believe me and listen to me?"

Early in the morning, I can hear the alarm of the mobile phone.The wet weather made it difficult to sleep, and the roommates got up early to study by themselves.

I lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, feeling as if my body was being hollowed out, and I was very weak.

I stared at the last message on my phone in a daze.

My heart is struggling, but I really want to see him.Does he have to make me do this?