On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

After this covering and pulling action repeated several times, Ye Luo was discouraged when he saw the light again for the last time.

He stared at the strange chandelier, his mind was empty, and after a long time, he turned his stiff neck sideways, and carefully peeked at the surrounding environment by the moonlight.

The room is rare and simple. There are no extra decorations, and only simple furniture can create a unique warmth.

Ye Luo held his breath, curled his fingers and looked at the past carefully, his eyes slid over the silent water glass on the bedside table, the soft sofa under the window, and a mirror.

A full-length mirror stood beside the window, facing the direction Ye Luo was standing at the moment, reflecting the light slightly.

Swallowing hard, Ye Luo abruptly looked away and didn't look at it again. The fear of waking up in a strange place was overwhelming, and there was always a feeling that something strange would come out of the mirror.

Shocked by Naobu, Ye Luomo thought that curiosity killed the cat, gave up on the investigation, lay on his back on the bed, and pretended to be dead.

Gritting his teeth hard against the ceiling, he began to think about these extremely philosophical questions——

who am I?

where am I?

After a few seconds, he was moved to think of his own name.

But after looking around for a long time, he didn't remember where this place was.

Grabbing wildly with his right hand, Ye Luo rubbed and rubbed the corner of his pajamas. It took a long time before he realized what he was wearing.

On weekdays, in the small room where the fan was still struggling, he was still too hot even with the quilt naked, but now, the tight-fitting fabric is very cool, and the whole room is full of fresh air.

He moved slightly, and pulled the cloth on his body a few times, but he didn't pull it off in the end.

Dream?

I have never had the opportunity to step into such a room, even if I dream, I should not be able to dream it out.

After hesitating for a while, he still stretched out his hand.

Staring at the slender arm resting in mid-air with great pain, Ye Luo took a deep breath, and then mercilessly - took a bite.

"Hiss" was squeezed out from between his teeth, and the young man regained consciousness, and countless identical words flashed across his mind.

Pain pain pain pain pain.

Maintaining the half-lifted movement, the boy stared desperately at the deep tooth marks on his arm, as if he wanted to stare it out of a hole.

The arm is temporarily intact, but Ye Luo's brain is about to come out of a hole.

Kidnapping?

Who would kidnap a person who has no money and no attachments?

He pressed his head a little resignedly, probably because he was hit by a crash and was stupid.

Fortunately, the plot did not follow the TV, there were no green eyes, and there were no gangsters who came in with wine bottles.

There is nothing here.

The room seemed to be isolated, the bed under him was soft, the air was filled with a faint lemon fragrance, and there was no snoring.

Ye Luo relaxed his body carefully, thinking about getting a good night's sleep.

I don't know if it's because my emotions fluctuated too much just now, and as soon as I relax, I feel so tired that I feel weak all over.

Ye Luo closed her eyes and comforted herself—sleep well, and you won't lose any money.

Maybe when he woke up, he was still there and hadn't been anywhere. He clenched his fists tightly, and then let them go as if giving up.

Ye Luo, whose nerves were tensed into a string, could fall asleep every second no matter how bad it was, but now he was suffering from insomnia.

A kaleidoscope appeared in the eyelids, various colored light spots spun close, and then moved away. The body was sinking, and it was about to fall into the boundless darkness, but it was a pity that it missed the goal.

After the kaleidoscope turned 36 times, Ye Luo weakly curled his fingers and rubbed his temples.

Just when he was starting to worry about such irrelevant questions as "singing a lullaby to himself doesn't work", the door squeaked, breaking the silence in the room.

Ye Luo was startled by the sound and almost jumped off the bed.

Resisting the urge to turn into a grasshopper, Ye Luo trembled slightly.

The gaffe lasted only a few seconds, and then, Ye Luo silently burned a high incense in his heart.

I worshiped and worshiped everything I could think of, including the black cat spirit, Zixia fairy, flying policewoman and the like.

He pricked up his ears, and found that the pace suddenly accelerated, approaching, getting closer, almost touching...

When that guy rushed over, Ye Luo clenched his fists, suspecting that the guy was going to fight him to the death——

If the other party is a person.

The other party knocked down the shelf on the way, and after a bang, something like marbles rolled out. The sound made his scalp numb, and he almost died.

When the sound gradually turned into a rolling sound of bones and bones, the breath was finally close at hand.

Ye Luo opened his eyes suddenly, locked on the target by the dim moonlight, and saw a dark silhouette.

Withdrawing his hand and swiping it, Ye Luo felt that his whole body seemed to be dismantled, and the pain was tight, and his fist was more like soft glutinous rice balls, with no attack power.

For a moment, Ye Luo suspected that he was throwing a hydrangea.

And that humiliating hydrangea, before it could be withdrawn, was firmly caught by a pair of hands.

...and hold it tight.

Ye Luo felt sad and tried hard to suppress the huge panic that surged up in an instant.

With his hands clenched, he tightly closed his eyes, suspecting that the other party would strangle him in the next second, and his nose would be bruised and his face would be swollen.

Like a cassette, the man didn't move for a long time, and Ye Luo's Adam's apple rolled violently a few times, finally keeping his arm from shaking.

But for some reason, the opponent's hand trembled first, Ye Luo heard a few rough panting, some strange images entered his mind, and he twitched his hand violently in fright.

Of course it didn't come out.

When the man spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he had pressed something down: "Ah Luo..."

Be careful like a sentence of temptation.

Ye Luo was so excited by this address that his hair stood up, he opened his mouth to answer, and he was silent, who knew that the other party was also stuck, and stopped talking after calling out.

Ye Luo closed his mouth, took a deep breath, and remained silent.

In his memory, no one has ever called himself that, but this title was indeed called out to himself.

Squinting his eyes and taking advantage of the moonlight, Ye Luo tried to distinguish the pitch-black mass, but failed.

The palm holding her was getting hotter and hotter. Ye Luo, who had never had such close contact with anyone, felt extremely uncomfortable. He held his breath, his whole arm went numb. Suddenly, the man moved and "slapped" Turned on the bedside lamp.

Ye Luo's panic and confusion were instantly exposed under the light.

It was a handsome mature man, his lips were pursed nervously, and his eyes were fixed on him. Ye Luo couldn't understand what was hidden inside, but felt hot.

Defeated by the opponent's scorching gaze, Ye Luo moved his eyes elsewhere, his muscles tensed.

In the next second, he was severely strangled in his arms.

Being strangled in pain, being imprisoned all over and unable to break free, Ye Luo wanted to cry without tears, thinking that luckily he is not a cat.

Otherwise, the hair must be blown up.

Although the objective reason was that he couldn't break free, in fact, for some reason, the moment Ye Luo was embraced, he even had a slight thought of not wanting to break free.

It's so warm and...

Through the thin pajamas, Ye Luo clearly felt that the other party was trembling.

Ye Luo trembled with inexplicable sadness.

So he remained silent, letting the other party bury his head on his neck, gasping for breath, while bursts of hot air sprayed on his skin one after another, making it itchy and scalding.

He endured it for quite a while, until Ye Luo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and then moved his body, but the other party seemed to be afraid of something, and hugged him even tighter, his arm muscles were trembling.

Ye Luo sighed silently and stopped moving.

After a long time, the guy finally calmed down and took a breath, but before Ye Luo could breathe a sigh of relief, the guy turned his head and caught off guard——

Bite hard on the side of the neck!

When Ye Luo's sensitive parts were treated like this, he almost screamed out, opened his mouth, and wailed in his heart whether he had been molested.

Before he could come up with an answer, he felt a warm and moist thing slowly approaching the bitten part in the next second——

Loitering over it softly.

Ye Luo's goosebumps sprang up instantly, and the crimson crept up from his neck to the base of his ears at the speed of light. Even though he was inexperienced, Ye Luo could still be sure...that thing was his tongue.

Couldn't bear it anymore, Ye Luo pushed violently, and this time it was easy to push the opponent away.

Rubbing his neck, he buried his head deeply and his heart was beating violently. All his senses became alert, and he moved a lot backwards shaking his body. As a result, his back quickly reached the head of the bed.

I only guessed that it might be a prison, but I didn't expect it to be a prison play.

As a minor with no emotional experience, Ye Luo felt that he was going crazy.

When he was tormented by the endless silence, his heart raised his throat, and he gritted his teeth, thinking that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, then he looked up guardedly.

It turned out that the other party, following the impetus of being pushed, remained motionless and maintained an awkward posture, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his lips were tightly pursed, but his eyes looking over him were soft.

Ye Luo actually saw innocence from those eyes. The tall man bent over, like a big abandoned dog, circling around the owner's house.

After finally getting rid of the absurd distress, Ye Luo rubbed his neck, staring coldly without saying a word.

Probably because there was no effort, the pain from just now dissipated in an instant, but the depression from the bite of the teeth was a little obvious. Ye Luo was peeping at the other party, while recalling the touch of the tip of the tongue just now.

…fuck you big dogs, just want to chop this guy up.

The other party never explained anything, and Ye Luo didn't know what questions to ask, and it was difficult to ask, so he had to keep silent, but in fact he was scratched by confusion and resentment.

Did you really call me just now?

Why did you suddenly rush over and bite my neck?

Even if you bite, what the hell is licking?

Did you know I'm underage? !

Roaring in his heart, at least he vented a bit, Ye Luo took a deep breath and calmed down, only then keenly felt that the other party's behavior was a bit strange.

It's like thinking of myself...as someone else.

After a long silence, Ye Luo glanced at the large dog that was still stiff in front of him, gritted his teeth, and chose to sharpen his acting skills.

He heard himself hesitate to speak, his tone was full of confusion, and he threw out that bloody line——

"who are you?"

As expected, after hearing this sentence, the other party suddenly turned from the innocent big dog...

It turned into a large dog struck by lightning.

Ye Luo saw that the other party was visibly shaking a few times, and felt a little distressed for no reason.

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There are many roars in the theater in the brain (the author's style of drinking tea