Edible boyfriend [Comprehensive]

My boyfriend, he has a snow-white complexion, red lips, bright eyes, and the scent of roses on his body.

He was lying on the bed, and the bright red rose petals stained his late autumn; he looked at me in the dark, and there was a bit of contemptuous charm in the blurred eyes...

Sitting down, my fingers slowly slid down his forehead, bit by bit...

Those slightly parted lips, that smooth yet flexible chest...

is mine.

Every inch of him, every place, belongs to me.

I have kissed his forehead lightly, his eyes are always looking at my direction, his arms are always open for me...

When I officially pursued to meet my boyfriend, I was in a chamber of commerce.

Wearing a well-fitting handmade suit, he became the focus of the audience as soon as he appeared.

I was wearing a cheap dress compared to his, standing on the periphery of the crowd, trying to maintain an elegant manner, and I couldn't hide my ecstatic mood.

At this time, my boyfriend seemed to notice my gaze, and we looked at each other from a distance across the vast crowd.

I don't have much contact with him, but I have known him for a long time.

"It's not gorgeous to bully girls."

I'm afraid he won't remember that a few years ago he accidentally saved me who was being bullied lightly.

It's a pity that I lacked courage at that time, and I was very inferior and didn't seize the opportunity to get acquainted with him because of this. On the contrary, after that, we passed each other for a few years without much communication.

At that time, he was the center of the crowd at any time, but I was always lingering on the periphery of the crowd.

Even if I tried hard to change my personality, tried hard to blend in with the crowd, approached him with the feeling of wanting to repay him, and thanked him, there was still no way.

Those days were sweet, even though there was no way to get close to him, I could still see him and know his news from time to time.

But then he left, he left this country, went to another country, and I was left behind.

The days without news from him are really crazy.

It seems like everyone knows about him, but it's like I'm cut out from the world and no one tells me what's up with him?How is he doing?

At that time, during those dark days, I finally woke up.

——"If it continues, he will never return to my world."

Obviously I just want to look at him from a distance, as long as I know his news, but with such humble thoughts, I lost him in the end.

——"In that case, let's do it."

I grew my hair long, learned how to dress up, worked hard, changed my personality, and tried to become stronger little by little, so as to become more in line with his aesthetics.

At that time, I locked myself in a dark corner with low self-esteem.

He is back.

It took a long time to hear his news, and I was stunned, followed by a firm determination.

Work hard and make yourself better.

Just to find out where he will appear, go to that corner to see if he is okay, or if he is still the same.

Fortunately, the sky paid off, and I finally met him again.

(in)

After a while, he finally became my boyfriend.

I'm afraid he won't know how happy I am when he says to me, "...let's date."

He looked at me seriously and held me in his arms.

Closing my eyes, being hugged by him, I feel as happy as if I have obtained the whole world.

At that moment, I swore that no one could take him away from me, he was mine.

The days after the relationship were very, very, very, very happy.

Proudly, he said that he was not gorgeous, but he would still play children's games with me.

Occasionally when I get tired from shopping, I act like a baby and want him to be me. People who are so concerned about their image will indulge me in the street.

My him, my boyfriend, my him...

It's so cute, it makes me have to love him, I'm so drunk, I love him a lot more every day than yesterday.

Those days were wonderful.

The beauty made me forget the gap between us, and I was immersed in the time we fell in love, wishing that the time would freeze and let me be intoxicated in his arms all the time.

"I love you." Standing on tiptoe, I kissed his lips.

He smiled, very confidently, as if to say, who else can you love besides me.

Yes, besides him, who else can I love, who else can I love.

There will always be that one person, after you meet him, all your persistence, all your self-esteem, all your reserve will be abandoned.

I fell in love with him when I was a teenager, and fell in love with him when I was in my twenties. After that, my world was full of his footprints, and my body was stained with all his breath.

Every night, snuggling by his side, looking at his face in deep sleep, satisfaction will fill my heart.

His hands touched my hair, his eyes met mine, his lips kissed me, his legs were entangled with mine...

he's mine.

Just as I gave him all of myself as a sacrifice, he also gave himself to me.

how beautiful~

how tempting~

But, God occasionally makes things difficult for lovers.

I put my arms around him, put my chin on his shoulder, my eyes were deep, and I smiled.

--"he's mine."

I opened my mouth and said silently, I know that the person looking at this side must understand what I said.

You can steal my precious eyes;

You can take my cherished hands;

You can take away my proud self-esteem;

However, you cannot take him away.

He is my boyfriend, my love, my whole world.

If being a good woman can't protect him well, I will turn into a black-hearted woman without hesitation.

The night is my clothes, the darkness is my arm, the bright red will ignite your eyes trying to take him from me, and despair will be the last feeling you feel before you die.



He is mine, every minute and every inch.

He is mine, kissing his beautiful eyes, I offer my allegiance.

"If there is hell, please walk with me."

His eyes flickered, and he looked at me for a long time, "It's really not a gorgeous speech."

"If you are an angel, I will dye your wings black; if you are a king, I will become your only queen; if the road ahead is full of thorns, even if you walk barefoot, I will go forward with you..."

I held his finger and swore solemnly, "You are my world."

No matter life or death, no matter heaven or hell, as long as there is him, it is my direction.

It was he who brought me from hell to the world, and it was he who made me enjoy the view of heaven in the world, but it was also he who drove me into hell.

Nibbling his fingertips lightly, seeing his gloomy expression, I smiled happily.

"you are mine."

Standing up, I pulled the rope around my waist, and I smiled and covered him who was extraordinarily beautiful decorated with roses.

He is me, every minute and every inch has been entangled by me.

His deep and hoarse voice, forbearance and blurred beautiful scenery, are only appreciated by me.

"You... you... woman..."

"Yes, I am your woman."

(postscript.)

"Enough of the trouble, it's too unglamorous, and again, I have nothing to do with that woman."

"Which one are you talking about?"

"..."

"Please allow me to continue to indulge in your gorgeous beauty~"

"..."