My family's alpha susceptible period is super clingy

The house Lin Shuqiu rented was near the school, and it took seven or eight minutes to get there.He turned on the light, and the light mocked this messy little house mercilessly. The clothes and pillows on the sofa were in love with each other, there were leftover snacks on the table, a few books were scattered messily on the bay window, and the rattan hanging The chairs also share the joys and sorrows, and the paper and pens are laid out in a mess.

Lin Shuqiu put down his schoolbag, took out his dinosaur pajamas on the sofa, flung it over his shoulder, and went into the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he pulled his hair out with a towel, leaving a string of wet footprints on the floor. After a while, he hung the towel around his neck, opened the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk and started sipping, carrying his schoolbag into the bedroom while sipping milk.

The bedroom is not much better. The large and wide desk is full of messy information and test papers, the piggy-shaped pen holder is empty, and the highlighter, fountain pen, correction tape, and ruler are all over the place.

The wall in front of the desk is covered with colorful post-it notes, some with elegant handwriting, some with ghostly characters, and some with messy characters, painted with highlighters, like children's graffiti.

The table was extremely messy, but the bed looked neat and tidy in comparison. After all, the bed was just quilts and pillows, even if they were all bulging and wrinkled together, it was not obvious how messy it was.

Lin Shuqiu squatted on the chair, opened up a little space at will, put the test paper on it, picked up a pen and scooped up a piece of draft paper, and began to write and draw, flipping through the information books from time to time, and occasionally searching for questions on the tablet.

Occasionally muttering on the mouth, frowning at places that are difficult to understand, and the pen is spinning impatiently between the fingers.The slight hum of the air conditioner being turned on, the rustle of writing on paper, and the occasional murmur of young people.

The night was advancing quietly in such a sound, and the sound of the alarm vibrating sounded, it was already 12:30 in the evening, Lin Shuqiu turned off the alarm, closed the pen, stood up, stretched, and turned off the light Throwing herself into the quilt, she rolled herself into a small bag, and fell asleep with her chubby pillow in her arms.

You can't sleep until one o'clock in the morning.

His arms were numb and numb, and the smell of milk seemed to have taken root in his nose. It was light and faint, but had a strong sense of presence. He opened a pair of sleepless eyes, sat up and turned on the desk lamp, illuminating the cold room. bedroom.

Everything is neat, neatly arranged, neatly placed.The books on the desk are arranged in order of initials and height, lined up and wrapped into black bookends.There are three pen holders, which are classified according to the color of the pen, red, black, and blue.

There is a set of rulers, hanging behind the pen container, and the snow-white draft paper is in a class of its own, with the edges and corners strictly aligned.The chair is placed in the center against the table, and it is a matching metal product, which glows in a cool color under the light.

He got up and went to the bathroom. The hair of the person in the mirror was disheveled, and the dark eyes were exposed under the broken hair. He bent down to wash his face, brushed his hair up, and his wet face was full of lust.He and the person in the mirror looked at each other for a long time, and the blood under this newly formed skin was silently boiling, clamoring for desire and possession.

He walked out with a blank expression, stood in front of the desk, stretched out his hand and pushed down the bookends, those books fell down like a collapsed abandoned city wall, pen holder, ruler, draft paper, everything on the desk Everything was devastated.

The culprit quietly watched them disorganized and disorganized, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he used his hands that made them messy to rearrange them little by little.

When it is messy, it will be tidied up, and when it is tidied up, it can be restored to its original state.

Lin Shuqiu stepped on the preparatory bell with a sad face and came in to sit down, only to find that Junjiu's seat was vacant, and this situation lasted until the end of the morning reading.A few minutes before the end of the morning reading, Lao Shen announced the news of the exam, "This Friday and Saturday, the school will conduct a preliminary exam to test your summer study."

He listened to the feeble wailing below, and patted the table with a smile, "Everyone is a sophomore in high school, be more mature, and give me a hard test to find out your true level. Our monitors are very good at catching people." Yes, I don't want you to read the self-criticism on the flag-raising platform on Monday.

"Students on duty that day are responsible for arranging the examination room, and the class monitor will stay behind to organize. Tomorrow, there will be an examination room and seats for each class on the notice screen. Please make a note of it. If you don't want to take the exam, you can't find your own examination room." When the class bell rang, he Packed up his things and prepared to leave, "Okay, let's all go to eat, don't run away."

Lin Shuqiu glanced at the vacant seat behind, and asked Ji Yueying who was across the corridor, "Why didn't the president come?"

Ji Yueying stood up and stretched, "My brother has something to ask for leave, he does this occasionally." Lin Shuqiu nodded, and buried his head in the water pillow to catch up on sleep.

Jun is at the hospital, and the psychologist is already familiar with him. This is the fifth year they have known each other. At that time, he was a psychologist who had just taken office, and he was a child who had just entered the first grade of junior high school.

The child pushed open the door alone at the beginning, with a calmness that didn't match his age on his immature face. "Brother doctor, hello." He still remembers that he first greeted him politely, and then asked: "A patient has the right to ask the doctor to keep a secret for him. I ask you to keep my secret. Can you do it?" He asked this, somewhat arrogantly but solemnly.

After he promised, the boy's face showed a little helplessness, "I think I have skin hunger, how can I treat it?"

From this statement, their healing continues to this day.This patient comes every three months, but he doesn't talk much. He is the one who talks most of the time. He listens, looks at the fish in the aquarium, and has a faint expression on his face, which he can't guess. What was he thinking about.

But this time, his routine was broken, "What happened? You just came here last month. Have the symptoms worsened?" Jun shook his head, "No, I just bumped into someone accidentally yesterday and kept Still have symptoms."

"Is it a positive symptom or a negative one?"

There are two types of skin hunger and thirst. One is an extremely strong desire to touch and be touched, and the other is a rebound after bottoming out. How much you once wanted, then how much you resist, and you can’t bear physical contact with others.

Junjiu had negative feedback before, but looking at his expression now, the doctor feels that the matter is not simple.

Sure enough, the boy in front of him was a little bit hard to say, but he still didn't lose his composure, "It's positive."

The doctor frowned gently, "In other words, touching him will not make you feel disgusted or disgusted. Classmate Jun, do you still remember the treatment method I mentioned to you before? Blocking is worse than sparse. If you keep suppressing this feeling, you will feel sick. Take more loads, my advice is to find someone you are willing to touch or even desire to touch, to release this feeling, but you choose to continue to suppress yourself, and you have bottomed out because of it, now someone you don't hate The person who touched appeared, I still suggested that, and I hope you can consider it."

Jun didn't speak, just looked at the fish in the aquarium.

"Even if your self-control is very strong, but your body is on the verge of collapse, so that just one touch can have such a big impact on you, you need a person or creature who is willing to touch to relieve this desire and reduce This desire, finally eliminates this desire.”

Jun stared straight at the fish in the aquarium. Those little fish were swimming leisurely in the aquarium. They lived in the false ocean.

Peace is also false.

He stood up and threw a few bits of fish food down.The fish that were still leisurely and carefree suddenly moved as fast as lightning, silently scrambling for food.

"I don't want to lose myself because of this disease," he said. "I can't sustain my health on another person. This attack makes me nervous, and there is a kind of..."

He frowned, a little bit struggling to open his true thoughts to others, "Very greedy, wanting more feelings, I can't tell the difference between me and other skin hungry people, but this desire is not normal."

He seldom said such a thing, and his words were so serious.

"Okay," the doctor compromised as always, and a little curiosity broke out again, "is this person different from the person you accidentally came into contact with before?"

Jun was stunned, recalling the dimple, pursed his lips, "He is very special."

At least for Jun, Lin Shuqiu is a special person he has ever met.

He looks cool and sharp, logical and restrained.But in some situations or at a certain moment, he seems to be well cared for, soft-tempered and childish.But these two are his true characters, and they are mixed together in opposite directions, forming a very special temperament.

Make him curious and concerned.

"Student Jun, don't dislike me and worry about it. I think that if you change your mind, then this special classmate can be one of your candidates."

Jun avoided this question, "Let's go here, I'm going back."

"By the way, there is one more thing. If you will dream about this classmate and some things with him later, this situation is normal. Don't burden yourself."

Jun was stunned for a moment, his ears turned red, "I won't dream about it."

He said as if he was eager to prove, and the back of leaving was a little flustered.

At noon, Lin Shuqiu asked Zhang Mingjing to bring him a meal, while he sat in the classroom and worked on the questions. Even if he missed a lot of progress, before the exam, if he could make up a little bit, he would make up a little bit. One extra point is one point.

He was inseparable from physics, and Zhang Mingjing gently put the lunch on his table. "Thank you mirror~" He put down his pen and saw that Zhang Mingjing was still holding a lunch in his hand, "Have you packed it?"

"No," Zhang Mingjing scratched his face, "This is for Junshen. If Ji Yueying has something to do, please...please let me deliver it." He took a deep breath and looked at the lunch in his hand like an enemy.

Seeing this, Lin Shuqiu stood up and took the bag in his hand, "Give it to me, I'll give it to him, which dormitory does he live in?"

Zhang Mingjing was a little anxious, "You haven't eaten yet..."

"It's okay. I'm dizzy from doing the questions. I just went out for a walk. It's not far from here in the dormitory. Which one is it?"

"303."

"Okay, leave it to me, I'll be back soon~"

Jun heard the knock on the door, looked at the time, and guessed that Ji Yueying brought him food. This is Ji Yueying's hobby. He likes to bring food to others, so he never misses any opportunity. I called and came over to ask about my health, and eagerly expressed my desire to present a loving lunch to my brother.

Thinking of this, he smiled and opened the door.The pupils shrank slightly, "Lin Shuqiu?"

"President," Lin Shuqiu nodded, and handed him the lunch, "Ji Yueying entrusted him with the meal. He couldn't deliver it due to something else."

Jun pursed his lips, "Thank you." But he didn't stretch out his hand.

Lin Shuqiu asked very naturally, "Do you need me to help you put it in?" He was stunned for a while, subconsciously showing a vigilant expression, but found that the other party's eyebrows and eyes were peaceful, with a simple question, as if asking what the weather is like today.

"Thank you, put it on the table for me." Lin Shuqiu walked into his dormitory without looking sideways, and put down his lunch, "Then I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Thanks, bye."

He watched Lin Shuqiu's back disappear from sight, and his arms became numb, as if a few thin electric currents were rushing back and forth restlessly.But this feeling is very unreal, like being suspended in mid-air, Jun knows that this is an illusion, this is a malicious threat and burning desire from the body.

It says that this person is right in front of your eyes, within reach.

Why not touch him?

The author has something to say: When writing this chapter, I think Qiuqiu is super cute