Correct posture of masochism [system]

Glancing at the clothes hanging outside, the corners of Jiang Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt that the boy on the sofa was not a ghost, but a kid who borrowed from his house.

Just a little weird.

The flesh on the inside of the thigh tightened, and the illusion that Jiang Yu had just formed disappeared immediately.

"Want some candy?" Shao Ze reached into his pocket.

Jiang Yu left without looking back.

"Obviously I like to eat it." Shao Ze squeezed the few candies that he had been reluctant to eat with his fingers, and curled his lips unconsciously.

Jiang Yu, who had just walked into the kitchen, saw the blackness in the soymilk machine, he raised his eyebrows and asked the living room, "What did you do with the soymilk machine?"

"What else can I do? I've made soy milk." Shao Ze walked over and leaned against the sink, "I added a little more black beans."

"Are you sure it's a little?" Jiang Yu looked coldly.

Shao Ze frowned, turned around and left silently, "Egg pancakes are fine."

Egg pancakes?Jiang Yu lifted the lid of the pot to have a look, it looked okay, he turned on the gas stove to heat up the omelette briefly, and went to the study after having brunch.

Shao Ze sat cross-legged in the living room, staring at the TV with two lifeless eyes, like a wolf cub guarding its prey.

When the doorbell rang, Shao Ze glanced at the study, and got up to open the door.

The courier boy standing at the door holding the package saw that the door was open, but there was no one inside. How did the door open?

I don't know if it's because of the cloudy sky today, or something else, but just now I felt a cloud of yin blowing towards my face.

The cold wind was blowing from the windows in the corridor, and his back felt chills. He asked dryly, "Yes, is there anyone?"

Shao Ze raised his eyebrows and went to knock on the door of the study. The courier boy was really scared to tears. There was no one in there, and there was no sound of footsteps, but there was a clear knock on the door.

Just when he was about to run away with a tingling scalp, a male voice with a few hints of laziness sounded from inside the door, "Who is that?"

When Jiang Yu came out, he saw the young man at the door looking at him as if he saw God.

The courier boy took his eyes away from the handsome man in front of him. He heaved a sigh of relief, tore off the cover sheet from the package, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Is that Mr. Jiang? This is your courier."

"What did you buy?" Jiang Yu turned his head and asked Shao Ze.

He forgot that the person opposite could not see.

So the courier brother threw the package away, forgot to even mention the signature, and ran away screaming and ignoring his image.

"..." Jiang Yu said in a bad tone, "Don't you know that you are a ghost? It's fun to run out and scare people?"

Shao Ze had an innocent face, "It seems that you scared him just now."

"What's in here?" Jiang Yu picked up the package and closed the door as if nothing had happened.

"Sugar." Shao Ze's eyes sparkled.

Jiang Yu threw the package into his arms, damn it, what kind of candy do ghosts eat?The next moment he frowned, ghosts can still buy things online?

Back in the study, Jiang Yu supported his forehead with his hands, his brows were furrowed tightly, "000, come out."

"Ding, come out."

"Give me Shao Ze's personal information."

"Ding, not complete."

Following the sound of the system, a bunch of information appeared in Jiang Yu's mind. Shao Ze suffered from autism when he was a child. After being hospitalized for a period of time, his condition did not improve. Later, he moved into his stepfather's house with his second-married mother.

The misfortune that followed began at that time.

After a while, Jiang Yu fell into deep thought, how did Shao come to him from that world?

I always feel that the system is hiding something from him...

After taking a nap in the study, Jiang Yu came out rubbing his sore waist, and the boy in the living room was sleeping peacefully and obediently on his big pillow that he forgot where he bought it.

Jiang Yu's eyes flicked from the young man's white porcelain face to the other's ear, and he stopped for half a minute, then he bent down and stretched out his hand to gently hook, and took off a black earplug.

In my memory, it seems that when I first saw him in the van, this boy was listening to music, often wearing headphones.

Jiang Yu was curious about what kind of music a ghost would be so obsessed with, he leaned over again, supported the back of the sofa with one hand, and stuffed the earplugs into his ears.

At that moment, Jiang Yu was terrified.

There were no songs in it, but noisy begging for mercy, screaming cries, and the tick-tock sound of some liquid flowing, like a man's struggle before death.

There was a short sound of barking, followed by a soft humming of a woman, very gentle, like a tune.

"Does it sound good?"

Jiang Yu was startled by the sudden cool voice above his head, he raised his eyelids, and met a pair of cold eyes, the close distance allowed him to see himself clearly inside, with obvious horror, "What is this? "

"You're not that stupid." Shao Ze took back the earphones from Jiang Yu's hand, put them back in his ears, and smiled at him, as if sharing his favorite treasures, "Isn't it nice? I listen to it every day."

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, stood up straight and condescendingly looked down at the smiling young man, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

From that day on, Shao Ze put his head on Jiang Yu's arm while sleeping at night, and gave Jiang Yu one of the earphones. He thought, since he had been discovered, he might as well enjoy it together.

It only took a few days for Jiang Yu to go from being unable to fall asleep to falling asleep. He thought it would take at least a year or two. He didn't know when he was no longer the former self.

"You're thinking about him."

Jiang Yu, who was reading the newspaper, suddenly trembled his hands. He stared at a little flame that appeared on the newspaper, and then expanded rapidly.

The face of the actor he had just recognized burned into a black hole in the blink of an eye.

He stuffed the newspaper into the trash can and said nothing with a sullen face.

Shao Ze sat on Jiang Yu's lap, hugged him, rubbed his cold lips against his ear, and warned tremblingly in his light voice, "You belong to me alone."

There were several people who said this to him, and they were all so naive. Jiang Yu suddenly frowned, his chest felt like colic, he squeezed Shao Ze's shoulder tightly, and the expression on his face was extremely painful.

"You're not good, don't try to fight back." Shao Ze reached into Jiang Yu's clothes, and put his palm against his chest, covering the darkened pattern.

Jiang Yu closed his eyes and panted continuously, his face wet with cold sweat.

"This is evidence of mutual loyalty." Shao Ze stroked the hot pattern with his fingers, and calmly said a word that made Jiang Yu's emotions fluctuate.

"Aren't you fucking going to stop until you kill me?" Jiang Yu's veins twitched to death.

Shao Ze frowned, his fingernails left a scratch on Jiang Yu's chest, and the look in his eyes was almost panic.

"I'll give you candy." It meant to appease.

Jiang Yu ruthlessly pushed Shao Ze down on the sofa, pinching his neck with both hands.

Shao Ze didn't move, just looked at Jiang Yu quietly.

Such a scene made Jiang Yu feel like a discouraged ball, he let go of his fingers, and instead grabbed his arm and carried him into the room.

"You're still not well." Shao Ze was a little taken aback.

"If you don't do it, get out!" Jiang Yu pulled his hair, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp.

He desperately needed to do something to calm himself down.

Shao Ze blinked, took out the candy from his pocket, peeled it open, and licked it with his tongue. After making sure it was sweet, he gave it to Jiang Yu to taste.

Years later, Jiang Yu made a decision. He planned to travel abroad. He used to be busy day and night when the company was just starting up. Later, when the company stabilized, he was busy having fun all night, and never thought about traveling.

Now after going through those lives, eating and sleeping with a ghost every day, he suddenly sees through a lot of things, no matter what it is, it’s gone if it’s gone.

Of course, he was not alone on this trip, and he was followed by a ghost.

When passing through the security check, Jiang Yu deliberately stopped in his tracks, and it turned out that ghosts cannot be detected by scanning.

Jiang Yu bought two tickets, and Shao Ze, who was next to him, was holding his bag with his eyes downcast, as if falling asleep.

When the passengers saw that Jiang Yu bought a seat for his bag, they all smacked their lips secretly.

Rich and willful.

Jiang Yu pinched the bridge of his nose, and felt that he was already mentally ill in the eyes of others before he had any mental problems.

"How much longer?" Shao Ze's eardrums were throbbing with pain.

"Uncomfortable?" Jiang Yu whispered, "You can float over."

"No." Shao Ze glanced at Jiang Yu, rested his head on his lap, put his arms around his waist, and buried his face in his coat.

Shao Ze's nose twitched, as if he was addicted to drugs, desperately inhaling white powder, greedy and addicted.

"Go away!" Jiang Yu deliberately lowered his voice wrapped in anger.

"I don't." Shao Ze held his waist tightly.

Jiang Yu twisted his facial expression, and just as he was about to push Shao Ze away, he caught the two people on the other side of the aisle looking at him with strange eyes.

He silently raised his hand and turned into tidying his hair.

After getting off the plane, Shao Ze followed Jiang Yu step by step, apparently not interested in the blondes around him.

Taking a taxi to the reserved hotel, Jiang Yu put the backpack on the table, opened the curtains and squinted to admire the beach and sea outside.

Shao Ze took off his shoes, walked over barefoot, and embraced Jiang Yu from behind. His white fingers unbuttoned his shirt, and the corners of his lips were satisfied until he touched the warm skin.

"To see the sea?"

"No." With that said, Jiang Yu took off his trousers and put on loose beach pants.

After staying in the hotel for a while, Jiang Yu went downstairs to eat something and walked to the beach.

It was almost dusk at this point, the coastline was beautiful, and tourists on the beach gathered and frolicked in groups of three or five.

Jiang Yu walked in front, with the wet sea breeze blowing on his face, feeling relaxed and happy.

Shao Ze slowly stepped on Jiang Yu's footprints, keeping his eyes on him. Once he found someone approaching him to strike up a conversation with him, he would show a cold smile.

A gentleman foreigner was introducing the local conditions and customs to Jiang Yu, his enthusiastic voice stopped, his face turned pale, he pointed to Jiang Yu's shoulder, his eyes closed, and he passed out.

The tourists around shouted loudly, and soon someone took the foreigner away.

"Damn it, why don't you act in a movie?" Jiang Yu pushed his face off his shoulder and kicked the sand.

Shao turned a blind eye, and the candy in his mouth was spinning around.

Jiang Yu's outstanding appearance and gay aura are popular in China, but here is still the same, Shao Ze's mood is getting worse day by day, he wants to kill those people.

"Don't cause trouble for me." Jiang Yu reminded coldly.

Shao Ze pursed his lips, disappeared for two days, and when he came back, the evil spirit on his body was gone.

At night, Shao Ze got into Jiang Yu's bed, wrapped his hands and feet with no warmth, and licked the pattern on his chest until it became more and more red, as if it was about to bleed.

"you are mine."

The cold and soft touch clogged the pores, and Jiang Yu, whose sleepy eyelids were glued together, let out a vague voice from his nose, "Mmm..."

Shao Ze was taken aback, and bent his lips happily.

After returning from abroad, the pattern on Jiang Yu's chest became more and more vivid, as if something was about to roar out of his flesh and blood at any time.

One day, Jiang Yu was carrying garbage to the stairs, he pressed the garbage bins that were piled high, and in a blink of his eyes, his foot on the edge was skewed, and he fell down the stairs.

Shao Ze didn't wait for anyone in the living room, and when he went out, he saw the person lying under the stairs, and he was momentarily stunned.

Then he ran down in a hurry, covered the man's bleeding forehead with his hands, slightly parted his pale lips, and called softly, "Jiang Yu?"

A comatose person cannot respond.

"It's okay." Shao Ze hugged Jiang Yu and kept muttering, "It's okay."

Shao Ze found Jiang Yu's mobile phone and sent Qin Zhihan a text message. He followed the doctors and nurses into the operating room, and stood by and saw those people trying to mess around with that man.

His chest hurts and hurts, as if there is a fire blocked there, many bloodstains are drawn on the palm of his fingernails, and a cold look is pouring out of his dark eyes. After all, he still can't accept his private property being touched by others. The man on the stage leaves.

Before the operation started, the person disappeared. Qin Zhihan and the people in the hospital were shocked and confused.

The surveillance video made them panic even more, and the living person disappeared out of thin air.

Qin Zhihan ran to the villa and kept ringing the doorbell. He ran back and forth for several days, and finally left the company affairs behind and went to other places to find the legendary hidden city expert.

After leaving the hospital, Shao Ze didn't go anywhere, and never left the room for a moment. He grabbed the man's arm and put it behind his head, and slowly leaned over to curl up in his arms.

Jiang Yu woke up in the night, he said hoarsely, "How long can I live?"

Shao Ze stared at him with dark, waveless eyes, "It will get better."

No one spoke after that.

Shao Ze reached out to touch the gauze on Jiang Yu'e's forehead, and then his chest, to make sure his heartbeat was stable.

"Go and pour me some water." Jiang Yu tilted his head.

Shao Ze brought over the cup, dipped a cotton ball in water and pressed it against Jiang Yu's lips. He went to the hospital to see that they all did this, so it should be right.

Jiang Yu lay in bed for more than a week, unable to remember what happened that day, but he knew it was just the beginning.

After that, Shao Ze often disappeared, and the lingering death energy was stronger than before. The anxiety in his eyes could hardly be concealed, as if he was busy with something.

Jiang Yu passed out more and more times. Looking at the sunken face, which was as pale as a ghost in the mirror, he estimated that his life span was running out.

If I had known it would end like this, I should have chosen to stay in one of the worlds, and any mission would be farting.

Shao Ze didn't let go, and Jiang Yu couldn't get rid of it.

This is an inevitable dead end.