to dig boyfriend's grave

Shen Jiming hugged the person in his arms, and the two stood quietly in the room. He heard Lin Jia's suppressed, low, almost imperceptible crying, and felt a little distressed. He would rather Lin Jia vent loudly Come out, and I don't want him to force myself so hard.

"It's okay." Shen Jiming said softly, and patted his waist lightly, "I'm back, it's okay."

"Your uncle." Lin Jia said in a crying voice.

"En." Shen Jiming responded, holding his head buried in his chest.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jiazheng was twitching, and he held her up like an egg, feeling a little embarrassed, tears blurred her face, and she didn't know if she had snot.

"I'm back." Shen Jiming stared seriously into his eyes and said.

Lin Jia's breathing paused, and he didn't care about the mess on his face, he suddenly raised his arms around Shen Jiming's neck, pulled Shen Jiming down, and then kissed him, bringing The tip of the slightly salty tongue with tears in it went in without the slightest hesitation.

Shen Jiming hugged his waist tightly, pulled him to his side again, and pressed his lips little by little with this movement.

Lin Jia's mind was already blanked by a series of events, and when she was in a daze, she found that she was thrown heavily on the sofa, and she couldn't see clearly in front of her eyes.

Shen Jiming looked down at Lin Jia's amber eyes with a little water mist, breathed heavily, and then pressed down. When he pressed up, he even lifted Lin Jia's clothes, and pressed hard along his waistline I touched it.

"Hiss..." Lin Jia reached out and grabbed his back vigorously, "Where's the pig hair? Why don't you use any more force?"

Shen Jiming smiled softly, lowered his head and licked his lips with the tip of his tongue lustfully.

"I'm dead, get up quickly." Lin Jia pushed the person on top of him, and if he pressed down again, he would probably get angry.

After Shen Jiming got up, he also pulled up Lin Jia who was lying on the sofa, and tidied the messy hair on his forehead for him.

Lin Jia looked at his face close at hand, raised his hand and rubbed his nose. After calming down, he quietly glanced at the obviously wet spot on Shen Jiming's black clothes. Embarrassed to bury myself in the sofa.

Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia's reddish eye sockets and nose with some amusement, stretched out his hand and pinched his face, "How did you know I would be here."

"Guess." Lin Jia said, looking at his hair hanging down on the sofa from the corner of the eye, "Why is your hair so long?"

Shen Jiming turned his head to look at his hair, a gloomy flash of gloom flashed before his eyebrows, but it was fleeting, "Cut it off, it's inconvenient."

"Your eyes are not red anymore." Lin Jia sized him up and touched his face, "Even the skin is not cold anymore."

"I'm a human now, I can always be with you." Shen Jiming touched the tip of his nose, which was still red, and put his forehead close to his, letting their breaths entwine each other, " I will never leave you again."

"En." Lin Jia replied in a low voice with a hoarse voice, then said after a pause, "Can you let go first? I think you are cross-eyed."

Shen Jiming smiled and let go, and suddenly heard Lin Jia's stomach groan, and then Lin Jia's face turned red.

"Hungry?" Shen Jiming asked.

"En." Lin Jia nodded with a blushing face. He ate some breakfast brought by Ye Fan in the morning, and he has survived until now.

"I'll get you down..."

"Give me a bowl of noodles?" Lin Jia continued his words, and sighed softly, "Are you only good at making noodles?"

"Yes." Shen Jiming stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "Then are you going to eat or not?"

"Eat!" Lin Jia followed, "I'll eat whatever you order."

After Shen Jiming boiled a pot of water, he took out a pair of scissors from the knife box next to him, held his hair with one hand, and cut it with the other hand.

The speed was so fast that Lin Jia didn't see what happened, and after he reacted, he saw a handful of long black hair in his hand, and was a little surprised: "Is that how it was cut?"

"Don't you think I'm not hot with such long hair?" Shen Jiming threw the hair into the trash can beside him, and took the scissors to cut it even shorter.

After finishing the work, Lin Jia was happy to see his head on his head, his hair looked like it had been bitten by a dog. If he changed his face, he could go begging on the street with a broken bowl.

But Shen Jiming wore this hairstyle, a bit uninhibited, Lin Jia really couldn't help smiling: "You're going wild?"

"Let's eat." Shen Jiming also laughed, and brought him the noodles. "After eating, accompany me to the barber shop."

Lin Jia carried the bowl, sighed and walked out: "No professional hairdresser can save your hairstyle."

Shen Jiming curled his mouth and said nothing, he didn't think about it at all, he went to the barber shop because he didn't have a tool to push his hair at home.

"Let's go." Lin Jia patted her swollen stomach, and slipped a peaked cap off the table and put it on.

After arriving at the barber shop, Shen Jiming sat in front of the mirror and endured the barber touching his hair.

"Why does your hair look like this? Which barber shop cut it? The person who cut this hair probably has no arms? I can't even shave like this with my feet." The barber looked at the handsome guy's hair with a bit of heartbreak.

Lin Jia was sitting on the side with her head bowed and scrolling on her mobile phone, when she heard this sentence, she immediately became amused.

"What kind of hairstyle does the handsome guy want?" the barber boy asked.

"Shaved." Shen Jiming replied blankly.

Lin Jia at the side heard the word shaved off, opened her eyes in shock and looked at Shen Jiming, and slapped him on the arm: "Crazy?"

"That's right." Shen Jiming smiled, and when he tilted his head to look at the hairdresser, his face was expressionless again: "Shave it."

After shaving, Lin Jia touched the brain melon seeds with excellent texture, and praised: "I didn't expect it to be quite comfortable to touch."

The hairdresser didn't really shave Shen Jiming, leaving a short layer of stubble. This kind of hairstyle is really difficult for ordinary people, but it can't stand Shen Jiming's beautiful head shape, which also has a certain aura. It looks unique.

Shen Jiming smiled and lowered his head slightly, making Lin Jia feel more comfortable.

"It's just a bit stabbing." Lin Jia took her hand back after feeling comfortable. "Your original long hair feels very comfortable, like silk, slippery."

"Long hair is inconvenient, and I don't like it either." Shen Jiming didn't know what he thought of, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hey!" Lin Jia yelled suddenly, which startled him a lot.

"What's wrong?" Shen Jiming asked.

"Squint your eyes like you did just now." Lin Jia said, just now Shen Jiming's eyes seemed to have a murderous look, and with this straight hairstyle, he was particularly catchy.

"Is that so?" Shen Jiming narrowed his eyes.

"Fuck..." Lin Jia stretched out a hand to hook his neck, pulled him down, bit his mouth, and ordered in a tone: "Don't look at others like that from now on."

The author has something to say:

No more pretense...forgive me.

The hand is useless.