The strongest way to be narcissistic

What effect will the long-suppressed emotion break through the unstoppable valve?

For Qiao Peisheng, he felt that he was probably crazy.

A variety of complex emotions such as liking, principle, confusion, and struggle are intertwined, making him perform some rather frenzied behaviors in a trance.

Just like now, he put little friend Song on the soft sofa and "hands up and down" wantonly.

The dense report card discarded at the foot of the sofa is the result of the monthly exam of the little friend Song. As far as it is concerned, his score is slightly close to last year's second grade line. Compared with his poor grades before, it can be said that it is Great progress.

Although when it comes to the examination room, there are variables, and it is possible to perform abnormally or supernormally.

I don't know whether Song Ange belongs to the former, or the latter, or to be stable.

This is a digression. Putting these aside for the time being, the results of this monthly exam are enough to make the little guy excitedly go to Qiao Peicheng to fiddle with the report card, asking for rewards both openly and secretly.

Staring at the young man who said "I'm proud, I'm excellent, reward me soon", Qiao Peicheng was thinking in his mind: If he wants a reward, then give it to him.

If one kiss is not enough, then go deeper.

This thought flashed by, he simply pulled him over, pushed him down on the sofa, and began to enthusiastically reward the good boy who wanted to eat sweets.

No matter how aggressive the young man usually is, he has no power to resist this time when Qiao Peicheng took the initiative for the first time.

Song Ange, who was almost sunken in the soft sofa, raised her head to respond, while her mind was at a loss.

He didn't know what happened to Joe Stupid recently. Anyway, since Joe Stupid officially went home to live in the next day after having dinner with Allen last time, he has become weird.

Every day, I would stare at him with an indescribable look.

Seeing his hairs popping out immediately, he felt guilty recalling whether he had done something he shouldn't have done.

This strange feeling lasted for a week, during which Alan came in uninvited many times, always whispering to Joe Stupid for a long time, all in a language he did not understand.

Anyway, every time he said a few words, Allen would turn his head and look at him, smiling sweeter and sweeter.

If he didn't know that there was someone beside Allen, he would definitely run wild, and he had to force this person to explain clearly what the hell he was up to, and whether he was trying to sow discord between him and Joe idiot.

However, he belatedly discovered that every time Alan came, idiot Joe would take the initiative in some aspects.

The change is not very obvious, but because he cares about him, he can detect it no matter how small it is.

Have to say, he enjoys the slight change in Joe Dumber.

For this reason, he fell into a huge contradiction - he didn't like Alan to disturb the space between him and Joe Idiot, but expected him to accelerate the transformation of Joe Idiot.

So, has he achieved the effect he wanted now?

Song Ange wrapped her arms around the man's neck in a near-suffocating gnaw||bite, her legs bent to hook his sloping waist, and she fell into this wonderful interaction with him.

Now he can clearly feel the opponent's hand, doing all kinds of mischief below his neck.

grass!He likes this stupid Joe so much.

Excited, he freed one hand to pull the button of the man's shirt, this thing is too intrusive, it is better to pull it off.

After going back and forth, he has nothing on him, and Joe's shirt is still buttoned two times. In contrast, Joe's fool is a bit bad.

After a few minutes of entanglement, Qiao Peicheng let go, lifted his body, combed his bangs back with his hands, threw away the anti-blue light glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked down at the seductive boy on the sofa with misty eyes.

Following the body's reaction, he slowly squinted his eyes, and with an uncomfortable "fuck" out of his throat, one palm went up to pinch the boy's restless hand, and the other continued to behave mischievously as he bent his body again.

In Song Ange's eyes, today's idiot Qiao is a sultry slut.

The candy he gave him was too sweet, too sweet to be real.

When a hand went around under the sofa, moved down the gap between the back and the sofa, reaching a place that had never been touched, and even hesitated to try, Song Ange's mind immediately went into a daze, followed by ecstasy.

His idiot Joe has become enlightened today, and he is going to be punished on the spot, eat and wipe him clean!

This kind of happy event can be celebrated with a firework.

No matter what the reason for this unusual enthusiasm is, it's always done!

Song Ange told himself to be more reserved, and then asked in stupid Joe's ear in a shy tone. "Brother Cheng, be gentle with me...be gentle."

Does he have to use the tools he bought earlier?Otherwise, it would be very unrealistic for someone to pick up a gun, but if he interrupted the progress by himself, making Joe lose all interest, then maybe there would be no such opportunity in the future.

But if you start doing nothing, you will die, right?

It's a pity that he didn't know that the moment he opened his mouth, he was already announcing that this matter could not be done.

The kid's shy little request sounded in his ear, and the corners of Qiao Peicheng's mouth couldn't stop twitching, all the messy thoughts from before flew away, and his hands were even itchy.

At least the moment he opened his mouth, he really wanted to hit him, let alone keep doing it.

It's really just a matter of thinking about it, but it's too difficult to practice.

Now he has no interest is the best proof.

It's all because of Alan brainwashing him with ill intentions all day long, saying that he won't worry so much when he gets on, and just enjoy the happiness of sinking together.

This caused him to stare at little friend Song all day long and think wildly. Just now, he wanted to suppress him when his mind twitched.

Now that I think about it, it's really a sin.

Song Ange, who was debating whether to call a stop and do a necessary preliminary work to avoid some discomfort, didn't notice something was wrong for the time being.

It wasn't until the sofa was less sunken that he realized that Qiao Peisheng had stood up and continued to stare at him strangely.

The two looked at each other, thinking one by one.

One was thinking about how to solve this mess, and the other was thinking about whether to change the venue and take it easy.

"Get up." Qiao Peicheng bent down, picked up the clothes that he had stripped off the ground with his own hands, and put them into the arms of the young man who was out of condition. "Put it on."

Song Ange:? ? ?

Can the arrow be retracted when it is on the string?The agreed arrow has to be fired on the string?

He kicked the torn clothes away. "No."

"Put it on and take you out to eat."

"I'm not hungry. You're hungry, just eat me."

Hearing this, Qiao Peicheng turned his face away and squeezed his fingers tightly.

Who did this kid learn from? It's shameless to be so open!

The question of whether Song Ange was Song Ange came up again and again, which made him feel extremely headache.

The Song Ange he made, and the current Song Ange began to deviate greatly, beyond reasonable cognition.

"Take you out fishing, guard against arrogance and impetuosity." Glancing at the fishing tools not far away, he remembered that little friend Song told him that he would run to the park when he was away, and gather around a group of old men to learn fishing .

This thing is good, wear resistance.

What little friend Song lacks the most is patience.

In just a few words of communication, Song Ange knew that it was useless to start working, like pouring several pots of cold water from head to bottom, he lost interest in an instant.

In Qiao Peicheng's sight, little friend Song stood up without saying a word, walked around him with a small thing and drove into the bedroom, and closed the door smoothly.

I thought I was sulking, but I didn't know that he changed his clothes a minute later, put on a peaked cap, and walked to the entrance corridor to pick up the fishing guy.

"Walk."

Fishing is fishing, just to relieve the anger.

Song Ange hasn't been fishing for a while, there are two reasons——

One is that there are a lot of test papers, and I have to write and write every day, and I have to analyze the wrong questions to make up for the shortcomings. The school also likes to make up lessons, and the time is tight, so I don’t have time to go.

The second is that I went there before because someone was not there, and I wanted to take a breather for myself after completing the learning tasks, so I ran there every now and then.Now that someone is back, and he can have some pleasant little interactions again, it seems unnecessary to go frequently.

Leading the people to the old place in the park, there was only one of the old grandfathers left, and coincidentally, he had the same surname as him.

A very cold old man with a stinky face, he has a strange characteristic of fishing, he doesn't hang the bait, just sits like this, and doesn't care whether he can catch it or not.

He is always teased by other grandpas whether he wants to be Jiang Taigong, but this grandpa doesn't bother to talk to them and continue to insist on himself.

"Grandpa Song." Song Ange went up to say hello, set up a folding bench and sat next to Grandpa Song.

Mr. Song turned his head to look at the young man, nodded and gave a hum, which was regarded as a response.He also found that the young man was not here alone today, so he took a look at the strange boy.

Seeing this, Qiao Peicheng smiled at him. The old man glanced at him coldly and continued to do his own thing.

It's really the same as what Song Xiaoyou said on the road, it's strange to have a temper.

Qiao Peisheng didn't care much.

He was not interested in fishing, and he didn't want to enjoy fishing with little friend Song. He preferred exciting activities, so he sat down on the stone bench behind to rest, staring at the motionless back of the old and young in front of him.

Needless to say, it's quite harmonious.

Half an hour later, Qiao Peicheng's eyes were watery, and he wanted to play games with his mobile phone for a while. Just as he lowered his head, a gust of wind blew past him, only to see a woman holding a parasol passing by him and walking up to the old man.

His attention was on the other person's hand holding the umbrella handle. It was a beautiful hand with scarlet nail polish on the nails. It was eye-catching but not gaudy.

The other party was wearing big sunglasses, which almost covered most of his face. Even so, he could tell he looked good.

The woman stood beside the old man without saying a word.A few minutes later, the old man put down his fishing rod and stood up with a serious face, and the two went to a distance to discuss.

Qiao Peicheng, who had no curiosity, stood up and walked over to Little Song who was concentrating on carrying the fishing rod.

He squatted down and turned his head to look at Song Ange's profile.

The breeze stirred the surrounding weeds, the waves of the lake, and the hem of the boy's clothes, but it didn't blow his serious expression.

It is said that serious people are the best-looking, but it is not nonsense.

At least he thinks that Little Song's appearance is quite seductive at this time.

Song Ange had noticed Joe's idiot staring at him very early on, and being stared at so carelessly, his face slowly became hot and his hands became unsteady.

"Don't...don't look at me."

He resisted the urge to pounce, and turned to stare at the man who suddenly stared at him seriously, so as to hide his panic.

It's too bad to not like him and still tease him unconsciously.

Qiao Peicheng raised his eyebrows, ignored him, and continued to watch.

Little Song lowered his head, his toes curled up in various ways.

If it wasn't for being outside, he would definitely jump over and bite him a few times.

"Little friend Song."

"Ok?"

"Did I ever tell you that you're actually kind of cute?"

Accompanied by a heart-twitching smile, Song Ange's mind exploded with fireworks.

Is this a tease on the table?

Excited, he gritted his teeth, raised his head, and asked straight to the point, "Brother Cheng, are you flirting with me?"

He had to ask clearly about this, otherwise he would always try to deceive himself and others.

After thinking for two seconds, stupid Joe replied: "Yes, I'm teasing you, do you want to tease me?"

Suspecting that Song Ange had bad ears, he looked up at the sun.Does the sun come out in the west today?

Why did Qiao Peicheng, who is so stupid in terms of emotions, suddenly become enlightened?

Does he not intend to care about the obstacles between them, and is ready to start a shy life with him?

Thinking of this, Song Ange let out his thoughts wildly, thought of something indescribable, and started to smirk while blushing.

Then he hummed and said, "Tick me up."

Qiao Peisheng knew at a glance that his mind was filled with a bunch of mosaics.

Isn't spiritual love good?How could this kid run to that place for anything, as if he made love.

Qiao Peisheng was not able to say those words on a whim.

He thought about his feelings for Song Ange carefully.It is undeniable that he cared about him very much, no longer because he wanted to change the tragic event, but because he liked him.

For others, this is called feeling that you are in love, but for him it becomes to find that you are narcissistic.

The narcissism of true narcissism.

Alan's few words before were simply maliciously leading out the dark side of his heart.

Those who are close to ink are black and those who are close to vermilion are red. After being with Allen for so long, the evil value in his heart is not low.

It depends on whether the rationality can't stick to it forever. If it collapses, little friend Song's life is basically over, and he won't be able to run away even if he wants to run in the future, because Qiao Peicheng, who has already chosen the road of no return, will never let go.

Now Qiao Peisheng still has reason, at least he can't be the last one to Song Xiaoren for the time being, but if there is a spiritual love, it's not impossible.

This seems to reduce the guilt caused by narcissism.

Knowing that it was a bit deceptive, but still wanted to take a small chance.

To engage in spiritual love and satisfy one's unspeakable selfish desires, even if the time comes to separate, there is still time for everything.

If you really raped people all over, there would be no room for maneuver.

But he forgot what it means to gather sand into a tower.One day, these desires will continue to pile up, and they will eventually break through his last rationality.

At that time, he would lead the boy in front of him into an irreversible and wonderful abyss.

In the process of self-torture, he constantly sinks and satisfies his own selfish desires.

As for the consequences, who cared then?

It's cool and it's over.

This day is coming soon, because a certain teenager will not be willing to keep their relationship on this hypocritical level for a long time.

If the window paper always needs to be pierced, then little friend Song said that he would come in person.

Who made Qiao idiot always grind at critical moments, completely ineffective.

When he makes it clear, he has to do it if he doesn't!

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, Song Xiaoshou will probably be able to solve the little Qiaoqiao _(:з」∠)_ and the end of the full text is not far away.