I'm not your type

On the first day, probably because of the influence of a messy novel he read before, although he had confirmed to Xu Ming that there was no danger in going to work as a part-time translator on Monday, but that night, he dreamed of a complete dog. Blood drama.

Ever since he knew that he was entangled by a Japanese businessman named Sato on Monday, he was a little restless, and finally, this restlessness was reflected in his dream.

He dreamed that Monday was stripped naked by Sato and locked on the bed, and that perverted Sato fed Monday with red wine with meth.

The blood-red wine flowed on Zhou Yi's fair chest, and Sato stuck out his tongue to lick it off bit by bit.

Lu Yongli started from the basketball court and ran non-stop. While running, he saw the scene of Sato molesting Monday in his mind like a live broadcast.

When he ran across the corner, Sato's fingers slid across Zhou Yi's waist.

As he ran into the hotel, Sato lifted Monday's left leg.

When he kicked open the door, Sato bit on Monday's wrist.

He swung his fist, and Sato turned into a puff of exploding smoke like a shadow in a cartoon.

He looked at Zhou Yi who was lying on the bed rubbing his legs alternately, and felt a little lack of water in his throat.

Zhou Yi said [Xiaolu, put me in the cold water. 】

However, he said [you can, use me. . . 】

Then, the scene changed, and the chain on Zhou Yi's hand turned into a black tie. He didn't untie the poor Zhou Yi, but pressed it up and kissed Zhou Zhou's collarbone.

His hand touched Zhou Yi's thigh from top to bottom, and touched that place again.

The touch and impulse in the dream were very real, he looked into Zhou Yi's eyes [Don't worry, it won't hurt you. 】

Then there was the lifeless toss, the numbness in the waist and the unreal pleasure after the release, which made Lu Yongli feel ashamed after waking up, but couldn't help but think about it.

As Lu Yongli recollected, he thought, I am really crazy.

In the next few days, Lu Yongli's "madness" did not improve in any way. Not to mention any physical contact with Zhou Yi in reality, even if he just said a word and looked at each other that day with Zhou Yi, he would definitely go back at night. In my dream, I can dream of a bloody show that is as good as the one staged on Monday.

There is no limit to dreams. Those messy dreams are sometimes vague and sometimes real, but whether they are real or vague, they all make Lu Yongli feel scared. With a clear understanding, what he is afraid of now is that if one day he can't help himself and says those shameful love words in his dreams as dreams, then he really doesn't want to be a human being.

If there was such a day, how to kill a few roommates who knew about it would probably be a daily worry for him.

Therefore, in order to hide his secret and save the lives of his roommates, Lu Yongli began to go home to sleep every day.

But going home did not alleviate his crazy dream. On the contrary, because he was relieved, his subconscious mind allowed Lu Yongli to toss Zhou Yi more presumptuously in the dream. In the dream, Zhou Yi inherited his smoothness and cunning in reality, and his attitude towards him It is always hot and cold, far and near, and what is even more annoying is that no matter how many sheets the two of them have rolled over, Monday just refuses to say those simple three words.

Instead, it was me, looking at his seductive eyes (are you sure they are not deeply myopic eyes??) and repeating over and over again, I like you. . .like you.

This is not acceptable! ! !

So, on an ordinary afternoon, after the basic training of the basketball team, Lu Yongli looked at Monday holding a small notebook to give lectures. 100 times, the gentle, mature and handsome Zhou Yi is full of holy light.

Lu Yongli felt a surge of pride in his chest, he thought, never mind!I want to chase this man! !