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The bathroom is very narrow, with a yellowish but clean washstand, a washing machine that has been used for an unknown amount of time, and a shower area next to it.

Close the bathroom door, put pajamas on the doorknob casually, Liu Yueming turned on the shower wearing slippers, the water heater was turned on too late, in order to save electricity bills, the water was not very hot and brought some coolness, but fortunately it was summer, it was bearable, Liu Yueming looked up Standing under the shower head with your head down, let the water pour from your head, hit your face, then stroke down your neck, land on the ground, and flow away from the drain in a circle.

Liu Yueming boiled the water very high, and the water pressure was a bit too high. After rushing for a long time, Liu Yueming couldn't breathe. He couldn't open his eyes, so he opened his mouth subconsciously, and was choked hard. The wall coughed.

The sound of coughing overwhelmed the sound of running water, and it seemed a little pitiful in the middle of the night.

Coughing and coughing, a suppressed laughter was heard, Liu Yueming's body was arched, and he slowly lowered his head against the apricot-colored tiles and slid down.As if unable to resist the gravity, he knelt on the ground, propping up the wall with one hand, and slowly and hesitantly stretched out the other hand towards the nipple, grasping the ugly thing.

The wet hand was in close contact with that spot, moving mechanically back and forth. The skin of the man kneeling on the ground was a little yellow under the warm light of the bathroom, and strands of black hair were lying in the water. Under the action, he was stuck to his head, neck, and cheeks. He was a little thin, his shoulder armor was slightly raised due to the force, and the palm of the hand supporting the wall trembled at the last moment. The man suddenly slid down a few centimeters and gradually calmed down.

He slowly let go of the hand he was holding, but because of too much force just now, he still maintained the posture of holding it empty and hung by his side. The hand supporting the wall seemed to have no strength, and slowly fell down. Liu Yueming's legs didn't move, but his upper body got closer to his knees little by little. He lay on the ground with empty and confused eyes, curled up into a ball.

After a moment of silence, a burst of laughter broke out.

Echoed for a long time in the bathroom.

Liu Yueming leaned his forehead on his arm, moved his eyes down, and his eyes fell on the soft and dark place. Nausea surged up from his stomach. Before he had time to clean up his smile, he lay down on the ground and retched.

It's a pity that after vomiting for a long time, there was nothing but some acid water in the stomach. He knew that he couldn't vomit it out. Although this kind of psychological nausea can bring physical feelings, he couldn't vomit it out. It was uncomfortable but real. Liu Yueming got used to it. He retched for more than ten minutes, his eyes were red and bloodshot. He stood up slowly on his knees and walked to the shower again. Under cold water.

Liu Yueming didn't care, he lowered his head and took a shower quietly, and waited for the white liquid stained on his body to wash away before reaching out to turn off the shower.

Lifting his foot to the sink, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the white mist on the mirror, his wandering eyes slowly fell on his own image in the mirror.

Ordinary and decadent face, eyes bloodshot from coughing and retching just now, nose and lips slightly red, looks so embarrassed, thin body, but there is fat on the stomach caused by sitting for a long time, the mirror is not big, only Being able to get here, Liu Yueming rolled his eyes, and spoke softly to the person in the mirror, his voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it.

"Look at you, what a pervert."

Looking at it with disgust, he turned his head, picked up the towel beside him and dried himself slowly, put on his pajamas with his head down, and dried his hair hastily. Liu Yueming walked back to the bedroom and threw himself onto the bed.

It was already early in the morning, and when he turned over, Liu Yueming did not feel sleepy. He lay flat on the bed, his eyes staring straight at the lamp above his head.

His hand suddenly vibrated, and Liu Yueming reached out to pick it up and unlock it.

No one was looking for him, he knew it, and when he saw it, it was indeed a push from the browser. He ignored the message and locked the screen.

On the screen that lit up was a blurry handsome profile of a man, which was a photo that Liu Yueming had treasured for several years, even though he took it secretly.

He held the mobile phone in one hand, and traced the outline of the man earnestly and piously through the screen with the other hand, but his fingers didn't touch the screen, and the screen went off before the trace was finished.

Liu Yueming's eyes darkened, he threw the phone aside, and reached out to the bedside to turn off the light. Then, the pajama pants were lifted up by him, he turned over, and put his hand in, just like what he did every day.

It's a pity that with too frequent stimulation, he no longer has pleasure, and there is only pain left.

Liu Yueming was panting heavily, his hands didn't stop moving, and his eyes were lifeless in the dark night.

The mouth is slightly opened, trying to speak, but the throat is tight and blocked.

After a long time, mocking laughter sounded slightly.