The General's Cat Always Wants To Climb Into My Bed

"Empathy, that's..."

Yi Jia put the back of Shen Zhirou's hand on her own. She has a very delicate nose tip, which looks almost perfect from Shen Zhirou's perspective.

"so."

Shen Zhirou felt a little uneasy for some reason, she turned her eyes a little absent-mindedly, but couldn't help her curiosity.

"that's all?"

After 10 minutes, Shen Zhirou didn't see anything wrong, Yi Jia didn't behave as before, but looked at her with a smile.

"It's a failure, it seems that Rou Rou is not a good match."

Shen Zhirou was startled: "Is this thing going to fail?"

"Of course I will," Yi Jia scratched the back of Shen Zhirou's hand solemnly, "Empathy is something that can't be said, and maybe it's because I don't inherit it well, sometimes I get into it without knowing it, sometimes what I didn't feel anything."

Shen Zhirou sighed, holding up the photo of his old lady very sadly.

"Really, my mother really... doesn't feel like it. Is she so beautiful?"

"Yes, yes," Yi Jia went up to take a look eagerly, so serious that Shen Zhirou was too embarrassed to question, "It's very similar to kk."

Shen Zhifan was very good-looking, but...she still couldn't tell.

Not even the slightest similarity in eyebrows and eyes, isn't that too unscientific?

Why didn't she inherit it?Not at all?

Is it too much? Is it too partial?

She was still a little suspicious, but she was a little lost when she saw the photo.

It has been seven years since the death of my parents, but the voices and smiles of those deceased can come out from the depths of my heart anytime and anywhere.

When she and Shen Zhifan lived together in the orphanage, Shen Zhifan comforted her. The real death of a person is not only the destruction of body and soul, but also whether he exists in memory.

If it is not forgotten, it is not totally dead.

"Rourou...Rourou?"

Shen Zhirou suddenly came back to her senses, wiped away her tears, and looked sullen.

"It's late, it's time to go to bed, do you want to go home? It's too late, why don't you just stay and sleep with me."

Yi Jia opened her mouth wide and looked at Shen Zhirou with teary eyes.

"Yes, can you?"

Shen Zhirou was taken aback by Yi Jia's reaction. She had always known that Yi Jia's beauty was inversely proportional to her IQ, but she never expected that there would be such a big difference.

"Just sleep for one night, what's the matter?"

Shen Zhirou stretched her waist, intending to make the bed, but just as she walked to the aisle, she heard Yi Jia holding a small pillow and looking at her eagerly.

"But this is too exciting."

Shen Zhirou staggered, frightened by this ambiguous and unsightly words.

"What, what's the excitement?" Shen Zhirou couldn't straighten her tongue even when she was nervous, "It's just two girls sleeping together. What are you thinking about?"

Yi Jia pursed her lips and looked at her blankly.

"Ah, I mean, sleeping in the same house with KK is exciting."

Shen Zhirou: "..."

Shen Zhirou said "Oh" indifferently, and for some reason went back to make the bed in a bit of disappointment.

... Also, it's a ghost, it's a hairy thing.

Shen Zhirou stabilized her mind, in order to let herself get rid of distracting thoughts, she opened her secret cabinet a little nervously, took out a lot of half-naked male model magazines, covered half of her nosebleed and sighed contentedly.

A girl with Yi Jia's character is a cancer.

But it's good, I'm still saved.

Shen Zhirou cried with joy holding the pornographic magazine.

……

Shen Zhifan felt that he was almost hopeless.

He was actually on the phone with the male god, and the level of the conversation was almost the same as that of a 16-year-old kid looking for trouble.

And... happy.

When he put down the phone, he felt that the corners of his mouth were bent to the sky, and he could feel his heart beating as soon as he lowered his head.

Perhaps it was because the room was so quiet that he could clearly hear the beating sound in his chest cavity. The beating of the heart brought up all the blood flow and emotions, as if everything belonged here, so he could feel the fragility here more and more. .

He subconsciously touched his heart with his fingers, sat on the bed motionless, and placed his other hand casually on the diary.

Then slightly raised his head, half-closed his eyes.

Put your fingers on the outside of the chest, and you can feel its tireless appearance more clearly.

It also gave him an illusion.

He was like an ignorant toddler outside, observing it curiously.

Said Shuo is in there.

Thinking of his majestic and handsome deep eyebrows and eyes, thinking of his jokingly saying "I will probably open a grilled fish shop if I am not selected", and also thinking of the temperature of his lips when he bowed his head and kissed his forehead.

It's all... never felt before.

Then he bowed his head very badly.

In this way, Xiao wonders if the male god is not very good, will he be very disrespectful, this is not good, is it not, is it not?

Hey no, pause here, wait a minute, it wasn't me who secretly kissed him, it was he who secretly kissed me, okay, this is the truth, how could it be Xiao Xiang!

Hey, can a stealing kiss of a male god be called a stealing kiss?That's definitely not possible, that's called pity.

Bah, Shen Zhifan, you are promising.

... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I lost my promise, I lost my face, let's all run away from home, I don't want it anymore.

The two voices in Shen Zhifan's mind were chattering back and forth, from when his mind was still breathing until it was completely rotted into a ball of cotton wool, it was very lively.

There is no reason left.

He felt that his face was about to smoke, like a chimney, and he tried to make himself upright, but in the end it was in vain, he just turned into a chimney that forced himself to be upright.

Also, what he thought was not wrong at all, Shen Zhifan in the future is so cold and cold. The persona of Kaolin Zhihua is all fake, how can there be such a thing, look at the magazines beside the bed, After so many years, it really hasn't improved at all.

...Hey, you idiot!

Shen Zhifan taught himself a righteous lesson in his heart.

Why did he say that, because he found some other publications beside his bedside table, most of them were Yan Shuo's.

Yan Shuo is not a public figure, his status is outstanding, and the military power in his hands is real.

But occasionally I will participate in some interviews, but they are all serious, except for this...male-oriented magazine.

In fact, it is not a photo, but some photos of life in the military camp.

But it is true that there are people who live like the ones posing anytime, anywhere.

Obviously the photos are not explicit at all, but there is an inexplicable... very sensual taste, such as this slightly parted lips, slightly exposed shoulder blades, thin and slender fingers at the knuckles, just right and extremely slender The back view, and this picture, I have to say that Shen Zhifan has never seen someone who can wear a military uniform so abstinent... Aww.

Me, grass.

Unbearable.

Shen Zhifan covered his face.

Although he knew that there would be no eighteen forbidden things in the future, Shen Zhifan was still looking forward to it.

This is not good, Shen Zhifan, isn't this too idiotic?

What's wrong, please face this calmly, haven't you seen that among so many interviews, only this magazine has been turned the most, the cover is about to fall off, I guess you often steal things like that, Can you send a message to these pictures, huh?

...Don't think about it, stop it, he really wants to have a shot.

Speaking of which, who took these unscrupulous photos? It's too... know how to take them.

It was so well shot. Woohoo.

Shen Zhifan couldn't hold back, hugged the magazine and happily rolled on the bed.

...So no matter what, he is still 16 years old. It is a great thing to be able to sleep with this kind of picture of a male god.

...Think, think about it.

Shen Zhifan is 16 years old and doesn't know the taste of love, even if he is 24 years old, his body is still the body that doesn't know the taste of love.

So young people, it's easy to look at these photos... to burn.

Once lust comes up, it is extremely easy to control the young man's brain, like a prairie fire burning in his abdomen, as soon as he closes his eyes, the fingers of those pictures wrap around his body as if they had substance.

He could even feel the cool and rough fingertips brushing across his back, abdomen, neck, lips... It brought the initial taste of lust, like an electric shock, making his waist and eyes sore inexplicably.

Just post it, he thought with a blushing face, anyway, no one would know.