The squad leader knew I was stealing

When Lin Yanxiu's clothes were taken off, he had [-] complaints in his mind, believe me, just remember the word sleep!

Of course he didn’t say it out, the past few years have really changed a lot, his world was flooded with a lot of sounds and colors in the first year of high school, and he almost became a person who can live a normal life in college. Under Chong's leadership, he even learned how to socialize.

Close to Zhu Zhechi.

After Jing Chong tore off his shirt, he started to pull his belt, Lin Yanxiu's face burned and his brain burned, and now he is extremely satisfied.

He held down Jing Chong's hand, "Bai...it's not good to be promiscuous in the daytime."

Jing Chong hugged him and moved to the bed, "Are you going to endure it? This is so uncomfortable."

Lin Yanxiu: "..."

Jing Chong coaxed him, "We won't do it."

Lin Yanxiu: "..." Guess I believe it or not.

—————Pull the lamp—————

Jing Chong carried Lin Yanxiu, who was already asleep, to the bathroom, controlled his own eyes, gave him a quick bath, and stuffed him into the bed.

He also stayed in the bathroom himself, took a cold shower, and reacted again when he was bathing someone just now, Lin Yanxiu looked very tired and couldn't toss him up anymore.

Jing Chong plans to do it himself.

After he came out of the bathroom, he looked at Lin Yanxiu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and couldn't help but feel the relationship in his heart. He came over and kissed the man's forehead, and smirked for a while.

Lin Yanxiu woke up very suddenly. To be precise, he had an idea. He opened his eyes and looked directly at the direction of the drawing. He needed to draw what was in his mind now!

The slender figure came into view, and Jing Chong changed into pajamas directly from the bathroom, and also turned to the drawings that Lin Yanxiu had drawn in the past few days.

Lin Yanxiu's heart tightened, just as Jing Chong turned his head. Seeing that he was awake, he walked over, sat next to him and asked him, "What is this? Is this what you're talking about?"

Lin Yanxiu nodded, but his face turned crimson.

Jing Chong: "I remember that you didn't study design. How does this look like a design drawing? Could it be that this is a task your mother gave you?"

Lin Yanxiu: "No."

Jing Chong saw that Lin Yanxiu wanted to talk about it, so he got on the bed and sat cross-legged on the bed, as if you were talking and I was listening.

Lin Yanxiu suddenly felt a little ashamed. These days his "you talk, I listen" was indeed a bit perfunctory, and often Jing Chong didn't know what kind of topic he just talked about after he finished talking.

Lin Yanxiu: "Do you remember how old I was when I first stole something?"

After Jing Chong heard it, he immediately remembered the unspeakable time in high school. He touched Lin Yanxiu's hairy head distressedly, "What's wrong?"

There are still subtle marks on Lin Yanxiu's smooth skin, which are the scars left by the electric shock treatment.

"What was the first time I took it, do you remember?"

"ring."

"Yes, my mother's diamond wedding ring."

Jing Chong stared at Lin Yanxiu closely, thinking of the pain Lin Yanxiu had suffered, he felt heartbroken.

"This diamond ring means a lot to me. He is the source of my mental illness, and you." Lin Yanxiu looked back at Jing Chong seriously, "It is the belief in curing my illness."

So I want to turn this diamond ring into a pair of couple diamond rings, and then wear it on your ring finger to occupy your whole life.

Jing Chong, do you understand?

Jing Chong was stunned when he heard this, and then he held Lin Yanxiu's fingers firmly, with a thousand words stuck in his chest but he couldn't say anything.

I just feel astringent.

The author has something to say:

It's over.

This article took a long time. It has been almost four months since the article was opened on 8.04 to 11.27. During this period, I was confused and tried to write many articles one after another. I wrote this old saying to save the country, but I couldn't write it down if I didn't have any interest.

I can't write a book.

Can't write rebirth.

I can't write to travel through.

I can't write the old saying about saving the country with curves.

I still don't like them enough, or I don't love them enough, or I can't write them out if I rack my brains.

Although the first book was immature, it didn't finish hastily. Although a lot of plots and outlines were cut, it was really satisfying. I like this real feeling very much.

It's not wearing a book, no face-slapping, no rebirth, and no abuse of scum, but normal communication, with warmth, touch, growth, and companionship.

There is also occasional puppy blood, but there is nothing a stupid author can do if he likes it.

The author has found the way (pretending that I have found it), and what I write are all the things I like, the characters I like, and the cute points are all points that can excite me.

This article has big problems, there must be loopholes in the characters, the rhythm is slow and uneven, the plot details are not appropriate, and the supporting characters do not serve the protagonist. I will pay attention to these in the next article.

I have to keep liking what I like, and I will save the full text in the future. I plan to write an article on a variety show in the entertainment industry. I may post an article during the winter vacation, and I may change my vest, but this number will still be shorter.

In the future, I will sign an account with more than 20 long stories, and this account will update short stories with less than 15 yuan.

Come on, bless me, cuties, Shura field, hum, I'm not afraid of you.