my boyfriend is too random

Yang Yiming pressed down slowly, deepening the kiss, and at the same time gently took off Ding Zimu's jeans.Ding Zimu kicked his legs, and kicked off his outer pants in coordination.

Yang Yiming smiled lightly: "Ermu, why do I think you want to 'do something wrong'?"

"Hmm." Ding Zimu stared at Yang Yiming without fear, and admitted without hesitation, "I think so."

Yang Yiming looked down at Ding Zimu's eyes, which were bright and steady.At this moment, Ding Zimu's eyes gave him a very familiar feeling: firm, persistent, with obvious aggression.But Yang Yiming didn't have time to think about why this look was so familiar, he was completely ignited by the fire in Ding Zimu's eyes.

"Come on." Yang Yiming took a breath and held Ding Zimu.

Ding Zimu held Yang Yiming's neck with one hand, and put the other hand on Yang Yiming's waist. His eyes did not visibly shake until the moment he was held, and he swallowed quietly, feeling a little at a loss. measures.

Yang Yiming laughed softly: "Baby, you are tense. If I want to release Xu Lin or your Brother Zheng on this festival, I will have a psychological shadow for the rest of my life."

Ding Zimu took a breath: "No."

"Good boy." Yang Yiming muttered, "If you're afraid, just say it."

"Can you hurry up?" Ding Zimu blinked narrowly, "You're a stick if you don't practice!"

"Don't cry when the time comes." Yang Yiming lightly bit Ding Zimu's Adam's apple, and the movements of his hands suddenly accelerated.At the same time, the tip of his tongue began to slide down Ding Zimu's Adam's apple, sternum, and lower abdomen.

Therefore, Ding Zimu tasted happiness for the first time, that is, he felt that the ceiling was shaking so badly that for a while he thought it must be an earthquake, because the whole bed began to spin rapidly.

"How?" Yang Yiming wiped off the sweat from Ding Zimu's forehead, and twirled his tongue in his ear: "Is it cool?"

Ding Zimu just nodded, speechless.

"Oh," Yang Yiming sighed, and stretched out his hand in front of Ding Zimu, dangling, "I said child, I haven't made a big move yet, so I used my hand, hand! You can't do it, right?"

Ding Zimu looked at Yang Yiming's hands affectionately, as if they were braised pig's trotters, and his brain had been burned to a white ground.At this moment, he saw clearly that Yang Yiming's fingertips were still stained with something.

Ding Zimu turned away his eyes all of a sudden, blushing.

"Ermu, for the sake of my hard work, please give me a good review." Yang Yiming dawdled on him deliberately.

Ding Zimu collected himself, raised his upper body slightly, took a bite on Yang Yiming's chin, and said, "All five-star praise."

"and then?"

"Then?" Ding Zimu took a breath to calm himself down, put his palm on Yang Yiming's chest, and slowly slid down to his lower abdomen: "Then the buyer will become a regular customer of your family."

"En." Yang Yiming couldn't help snorting, he couldn't help but straighten his back, and felt the temperature of Ding Zimu's palm more deeply.

"I...not very good at it." Ding Zimu whispered, twirling his fingers lightly, "Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Yang Yiming raised his chin, his neck stretched out excitedly, his body became more and more tense, and he whispered, "Ermu, you learned... too fast."

"Of course, hands-on work is my strong point." Ding Zimu turned his head and put his lips on Yang Yiming's chest, pressing his wet tongue against his beating heartbeat. At the same time, the movements of his hands gradually accelerated and intensified, he said : "Mr. Yang, this is how I knead dough."

"Fuck!" Yang Yiming snorted softly and couldn't help trembling.

"Well, sometimes with a little cream"

"Cream?" Yang Yiming said, "Rogue."

After both of them calmed down, Yang Yiming suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Ding Zimu asked.

"I suddenly wanted to say something."

"Testimonial?" Ding Zimu asked in surprise, "The kind of acceptance speech?"

"Yeah." Yang Yiming coughed, cleared his throat, and said pretendingly, "Thank you Brother Zheng, thank you Dading, and thank you Xu Lin, thank you for giving me this opportunity to win this award from Ermu, I will cherish him .In the future, I will continue to work hard and will definitely live up to your trust."

Ding Zimu couldn't help but start laughing when he heard half of it

After Yang Yiming finished his "feelings", he reached out and pulled a thin blanket from the corner of the sofa to cover Ding Zimu's legs, and asked, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold," Ding Zimu shook his head, "it's a bit hot."

"It can't be hotter anymore, if you heat up your pot of rice, I will cook it into rice, and it won't just be my hands." Yang Yiming rubbed Ding Zimu with his lower body, with obvious intentions.

"Let's cook it." Ding Zimu said, there was a glimmer of water in his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed.

"I apply to cook at night, okay, let's go to a bigger place, such as my bed, and cook there?"

Ding Zimu blushed and let go of his hands: "Go and cook, I'm hungry."

Yang Yiming stood up with a smile, and grabbed Ding Zimu's waist again, in exchange for Ding Zimu's soft panting.Yang Yiming said, "Put on your pajama pants, cover yourself with a blanket, and we'll have dinner in half an hour."

Mumbling, Ding Zimu put on his pajama pants, grabbed the blanket and covered his head, turned sideways to face the back of the sofa, and said in a muffled voice, "Cook quickly, cook quickly."

The blanket was not thick, and it could draw out the lines of his body when it covered him. Yang Yiming looked at the round lines of Ding Zimu's buttocks, and couldn't help but slap him.

Ding Zimu listened to Yang Yiming's tapping footsteps and walked towards the kitchen. He felt exhausted after being completely released, but that exhaustion made people feel happy.It’s like going out for ten kilometers and sweating all over your body. All the boredom and irritability that were stuck in your heart evaporated with this sweat, leaving only an empty shell. You don’t have to think about anything, it’s just so easy Lying loose, waiting for that gust of wind to blow itself away.

Just so lightly, Ding Zimu actually fell asleep.

Ding Zimu never dared to hope for Yang Yiming's cooking skills, so when he was woken up by Yang Yiming's shaking, he was surprised when he saw the colorful fried rice with eggs on the table.

"Yes, Mr. Yang, your cooking skills have improved qualitatively now."

Yang Yiming was triumphant.

"When did you buy peas? It's great to be able to cut carrots like this, but the ham doesn't look like it." Ding Zimu said with a smile as he pulled the rice grains into his mouth, "So, my conclusion It was you who bought a bag of ready-made vegetables, and only cut the ham yourself."

Yang Yiming's triumphant face "ba da" put down: "Eat!"

Ding Zimu moved a chair and sat beside Yang Yiming, and said with a smile, "Are you angry?"

"Where is so much anger coming from? Eat quickly, take a bath after eating, and go to bed early."

Ding Zimu didn't know where he thought of, his face blushed inexplicably, and he lowered his head to eat embarrassingly.Yang Yiming waited for a while and didn't hear Ding Zimu's voice. He looked at it in surprise, and laughed aloud: "Ding Ermu, did you think of something unhealthy? Look at your blushing one."

Ding Zimu ignored him and continued to eat rice, but his ears started to turn red.Yang Yiming put down the bowl, leaned over and blew lightly into Ding Zimu's ear, and saw him shiver with satisfaction: "Do you really want me to cook your bowl of rice that much?"

Ding Zimu didn't raise his head, the redness under his ears became more thorough.

Yang Yiming reached out and touched his cheek: "I won't cook today, I'm really exhausted, I need to regain my strength after a whole day's physical work."

Ding Zimu took two mouthfuls of rice, knowing that Yang Yiming was still worried about him, he felt very happy and warm.

***

Although Ding Zimu didn't say anything, the encounter with Ding Kuiqiang obviously had a big impact on him.Yang Yiming found that sometimes he would stand on the balcony in a daze, staring blankly at the bottom, as if he wanted to find someone from the crowd passing by downstairs; Turning his head, he listened intently to a slight sound coming from the corridor.

As the saying goes, "If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it." This kind of state of constant high tension is the most terrifying. Coupled with Ding Zimu's original DID, Yang Yiming is very worried that he will not be able to bear the pressure.

So one night, Yang followed Ding Zimu, who had been restless all night, into the kitchen, watched him wander around the kitchen twice, took a fruit knife from the knife holder, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a Egg, then slightly startled, then put down the egg and took out an orange.

Yang Yiming asked Ding Zimu directly: "Er Mutou, I want to ask you something."

"What?" Ding Zimu said casually while cutting an orange absently.

"What if Ding Kuiqiang finds us one day?"

Ding Zimu's hands immediately froze.

"Sooner or later, why don't we discuss it."

"Discuss what?"

"We have to agree with the outside world, of course we need to discuss countermeasures."

Ding Zimu put down the fruit knife, looked at the wall in a daze for a while, and suddenly said inexplicably: "I watched "24 Billy" these days."

Yang Yiming felt a chill in his heart, subconsciously stood up straight, and said very seriously: "Ding Zimu, what do you want to do?"

Ding Zimu looked at the wall indifferently.

Yang Yiming rushed over in a few steps, grabbed Ding Zimu's shoulders and turned him to face him.Yang Yiming looked carefully at Ding Zimu's eyes. Those eyes, which are usually gentle and with a slight smile, stared straight at him. They were as sharp as knives, and even a bit cold. Yang Yiming felt a chill running down his spine. jumped up.

"Timu, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking... Recently, there are always cases of mental patients killing people in the news."

Yang Yiming firmly grasped Ding Zimu's shoulder, using full strength in his hands, he asked word by word: "Ding Zimu, repeat what you just said."

Probably the pain finally aroused Ding Zimu's attention, he blinked his eyes, frowned slightly, showing a puzzled look.

"What did you just say?" Yang Yiming asked again, this time with a much softer voice.

"Just now..." Ding Zimu hesitated for a moment, as if recalling something, his eyes gradually softened, "I just said that I watched "24 Billys."

"anything else?"

"Also...it seems that there are quite a lot of cases like this, right?"

Yang Yiming avoided the question: "Do you think that book is good?"

"Okay."

"Which part do you think looks best?"

"I don't really remember, it seems that I didn't pay much attention to the plot."

"Then what are you paying attention to?"

"I..." Ding Zimu was a little flustered by Yang Yiming's series of questions, his brows gradually wrinkled, and his eyes gradually became fixed.Yang Yiming finally saw Ding Zimu looking at him seriously, showing a familiar gentle expression.

Ding Zimu shook his head lightly: "I don't really remember... Hiss, it hurts!"

Yang Yiming let go and rubbed Ding Zimu's shoulder: "Sorry, I tried too hard."

"What happened to me just now?" Ding Zimu put his hand on the back of Yang Yiming's hand and asked seriously, "Who came just now? Da Ding or Brother Zheng? Why don't I know?"

Yang Yiming shook his head: "I'm not sure, I'm not even sure if anyone came here just now."

Ding Zimu thought for a while: "Probably not? I think I'm quite sober. I was the one talking to you from the beginning to the end. I didn't realize who was coming."

"I don't know, but I suddenly feel that you don't look like the usual you." Yang Yiming calmed down and asked Ding Zimu, "Do you know what "Twenty Billy" is about?"

"I know, it's a real case in the United States. A patient with multiple personalities committed multiple felonies and was finally exempted from prosecution...Mr. Yang, you don't think I want to do something to Ding Kuiqiang, do you?"

"I really thought so. Just for a moment, I felt that your eyes were full of killing intent."

"No way," Ding Zimu raised his voice slightly, and said with a smile, "I'm not that stupid, and our country's legal system is different from that of the United States. Besides, I don't know whether the disease of DID can be classified in our country. It's too clear."

Yang Yiming watched Ding Zimu say this with a smile, and then turned around to cut the orange. He thought: Ermu, I believe you will not do anything stupid, but the one talking to me is obviously not you, or " Incomplete" is you.

Ding Zimu put the oranges on a plate and served them well. He turned around and saw Yang Yiming poking behind him with a thoughtful expression: "Teacher Yang, what are you doing?"

Yang Yiming took a step aside and asked Ding Zimu to go out. Ding Zimu said as he walked, "Can we discuss countermeasures while eating oranges on the sofa? Don't poke in the kitchen."

Yang Yiming followed Ding Zimu out without taking a step, for fear that he would lose him if he took the next step.

Ding Zimu handed Yang Yiming an orange and said, "Mr. Yang, I don't know what Ding Kuiqiang wants to do and what I can do, and I don't know what I can do. To be honest, I'm a little worried."

Ding Zimu's confession earned him an orange-flavored kiss from Yang Yiming: "So, what do you want to do?"

Ding Zimu shook his head: "I don't know. But, Teacher Yang, I want to know how bad things can go."

Yang Yiming looked at Ding Zimu carefully. Ding Zimu's gaze was steady, and the bright light illuminated his calmness and determination.

Yang Yiming put down the orange and took Ding Zimu's hand: "If he knows that we are in a relationship, at most he will make a fuss and make me unable to stay in school, resign and leave, but if he knows that I am still your consultant, then there will be more trouble Yes, they'll get you another consultant."

Ding Zimu: "That's it?"

Yang Yiming raised his eyebrows: "No, it's not like putting us two in a pig cage."

"That's okay, if you lose your job, you can open a cake shop with me; if they must change my consultant..." Ding Zimu smiled, "It depends on whether I cooperate or not."

Yang Yiming felt that Ding Zimu's smile was a little strange and cold.

"Will it affect mom and sister?"

"There will definitely be some influence, but..." Yang Yiming shrugged, "Which one of them seems to be afraid?"

Ding Zimu let out a long breath: "That's good."