to dig boyfriend's grave

Lin Jia accompanied Shen Jiming to finish his haircut, and walked along the street together for a while. As soon as he relaxed his whole body, he felt that A Jia couldn't get over it, and felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching.

He wanted to pick up Shen Jiming's collar and ask who that Ajia was and what was his relationship with him.

Even if it was what he had experienced, even if it was his lost memory.

But there was no trace of these things in his life belonging to Lin Jia.

All the way back home, he was still thinking about how to open his mouth about this matter, and how to ask in a less hypocritical way.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Shen Jiming rubbed his hair, walked towards the bathroom, halfway there, he turned around as if thinking of something, and said, "Get me some of your clothes. "

Lin Jia glanced at Shen Jiming's t-shirt that he had casually put on when he went out today, and then he realized that Mr. Shen can't change his clothes casually after he becomes an adult.

"Lin Jia?" Shen Jiming looked at him and yelled. After he cut his hair today, Lin Jia has been in a trance.

"Ah? Oh, wait for me to get it for you." After Lin Jia realized it, she immediately walked towards the bedroom, chose a loose vest and big pants, and sent them out to him.

"No underwear?" Shen Jiming shook with two pieces of clothing.

"Ah?" Lin Jia's mind was full of other things just now, and he forgot about this, but it was quite touching to see Shen Jiming, who was deflated, and he smiled brightly at Shen Jiming: "Hold the idle you."

While Lin Jia was sitting on the sofa scrolling with her mobile phone, Shen Jiming started to take a shower.

The sound of rushing water spread into the living room, making him somewhat distracted, and the hand that swiped the phone began to slip unconsciously.

When he saw Shen Jiming's waist, back, and legs that were covered by water, he felt a psychopath in his head crazily having fun.

The sound of water stopped suddenly, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at the bathroom door, feeling that a green light could be emitted in the next second.

With a "click", the door was opened the next moment, and the water vapor in the bathroom rushed out instantly. At this moment, two slender and powerful legs walked towards him step by step with the water stains on the bathroom.

The loose vest was on Shen Jiming's body, which was completely supported by his beautiful muscle lines, and the newly shaved head shape, combined with the slightly indifferent expression when he looked up slightly, made Lin Jia instantly feel his breathing and Heartbeat increased.

So fucking exciting.

"Go and wash." Shen Jiming took a white towel and wiped his head. Seeing that he was not moving, he bent down to stare at him, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Lin Jia's nose became hot when he saw Big Brother Shen's action, and he didn't care about what to say, and stooped slightly and rushed into the bathroom.

Standing naked under the nozzle, when the warm water flowed across his body, he felt that the fire in his body was burning more and more fiercely. At this time, even ten bottles of fire extinguishers would not work for him.

When he leaned his head against the wall and poked his hands down, he closed his eyes and sighed softly. The hot-blooded youth transformed successfully.

After tidying up, he rubbed foam on his body while sighing, youth is fierce.

After standing under the water and washing off all the foam on his body, he put a white towel on his head and went out with it on.

There was no one in the living room, and Mr. Shen estimated that he should go to the bedroom. Thinking of the scene just now, Lin Jia's heartbeat was a little unsteady, and he felt a little inexplicably guilty.

Turning around for a while, he took a few deep breaths, and moved over like a thief on his legs.

"Why did it take so long to wash?" Shen Jiming sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

Lin Jia hesitated and didn't speak clearly, and looked around with a guilty face, but didn't dare to look into Shen Jiming's eyes.

"I don't even dry my hair." Shen Jiming came over, took the towel from his head, and rubbed it on his head. "I didn't see you wipe it, what's wrong."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Lin Jia said with a smile, "It's just laziness. Is this a disease?"

"Forget it." After Shen Jiming dried his hair, he gently pinched his face. "Remember to dry your hair next time, or you will get sick easily."

"Understood." Lin Jia said and fell on the bed. After bouncing twice on the soft mattress, she turned over and lay on the bed in a big character shape.

Watching Shen Jiming go out to put towels, his mind full of beauties finally emptied out.

That Ajia's question started to circle in his mind again, making his brain ache.

Lin Jia waited for Shen Jiming to come over after laying down the towels and lying on the bed before he pretended not to mention: "The old man started to lose one of your souls to me."

When Shen Jiming heard this sentence, his eyes darkened for an instant, and then quickly returned to normal. He slightly tilted his head to look at Lin Jia, "Well, what's wrong."

"It's nothing..." Lin Jia slowly moved her body towards him until her shoulders were touching, "It's that man who always calls a person named A Jia, do you know him?"

Shen Jiming took his hand and squeezed it lightly, and replied after a moment of silence, "I know."

"Who is that?" Lin Jia continued to ask.

"It's you." Shen Jiming said, "Ajia is you."

"But I don't remember." Lin Jia took Shen Jiming's hand instead, squeezed her fingers into his hand one by one, and clasped her fingers tightly. "Do you remember?"

"Remember some." Shen Jiming said.

"Really, tell me about it." Lin Jia smiled.

"It's too late, let's go to bed first." Shen Jiming put an arm around him.

Shen Jiming used some methods to prevent or delay the appearance of Lin Jia's past life memories in order to prevent Lin Jia from remembering the past, so how could he tell Lin Jia himself?

"Shen Jiming...I want to ask you something." Lin Jia was a little hesitant and uneasy. He could actually see that Shen Jiming was obviously avoiding those things about the past, but he kept this question in his heart all the time. Until the man with the same face as Shen Jiming shouted Ajia and broke out.

"What?" Shen Jiming turned his head to look at him.

"You are because... that Ajia from the previous life..." Lin Jia suddenly felt his nose a little sore when he said this, he quickly lowered his head, suppressing his emotions, "That Ajia...you fell in love with the present because of that Ajia mine?"

"Ah?" Shen Jiming was stunned by the question. Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have thought that Lin Jia would actually ask this question. He also thought that Lin Jia remembered something from the past, but at the same time he felt a little distressed for asking this question. Lin Jia.

"Forget it." Lin Jia let go of Shen Jiming's hand, turned over and buried himself in the quilt. He felt that whenever he encountered something about Shen Jiming, he would become weaker, more fragile It can be broken into eight petals at a touch.

He felt that such a self was very boring, and he seemed to be a bitch chattering about some intangible things.

Shen Jiming looked at the big bulge in the quilt next to him, he couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't expect Lin Jia to come here, he gently pushed the bulged quilt. "No, where do you want to go?"

"Then what should I think?" Lin Jia's voice from under the quilt was muffled.

"When I met you, I don't remember anything." Shen Jiming smiled and pulled him out of the quilt. "Really, I didn't remember it all until the other day."

"Then what are you laughing at?" Lin Jia lowered her head, feeling a little ashamed, rubbed her nose, thinking about losing face, she threw it to the end, and then asked with a straight neck: "Then what you mean is that you like me first Did you just remember that Ajia from before?”

"Yes, that's right." Shen Jiming approached him with a smile, kissed his ear tip, then rubbed his lips back and forth, and whispered, "I like you first."

The author has something to say:

If you want to be jealous with yourself, I can't fucking stop it.