I thought I was a vampire, my boyfriend said no

"In your imagination, what answer do you think will be?"

Mao Xiaoluo pursed her lips for a long while without answering.

Zhang Zijing asked again: "Or, what answer is something you can't bear."

"I..." Mao Xiaoluo lowered his head and spoke in a very low voice, probably because he was shaking with shame, and said slowly, "Although we live together, since we found out that I was sick, we have Never had a relationship again."

Zhang Zijing just listened and didn't speak any more.

"At first I couldn't accept it, but later it was because we had no identity and position. The two of us... are just old classmates." Mao Xiaoluo sat on the chair with his upper body slightly hunched, with his butt touching only one-third of the bench, with a bulge on his face. Khan, "He has lived with me for almost half a month, and no one has sex with him. He met another me on the street before..."

Zhang Zijing said, "What do you suspect?"

"I suspect...he might go out to find someone else...to have sex every night." He looked at Zhang Zijing hopefully, and asked, "Doctor Zhang, based on your knowledge of time, would he go out to find someone else to have sex? "

Zhang Zijing doesn't know much about Shi's private life, but he knows the secret of Shi's identity. He has a guess in his heart, but he can't tell Mao Xiaoluo, and he doesn't know whether Mao Xiaoluo can accept Shi's true identity.

"What do you think time feels like for you?"

"He...maybe he still has some feelings for me." Mao Xiaoluo's expression relaxed a little, "It should be... the kind of feelings of love."

"I suggest that you can ask him personally. Being honest with each other will help you build a closer relationship." Zhang Zijing said. "Besides, the truth may not be what you think it is."

Mao Xiaoluo shook his head, apparently not accepting this suggestion.

Zhang Zijing asked again: "If he really went to find someone else to have sex, would you accept it?"

Mao Xiaoluo didn't speak, his body was in a very stiff state, the whole person was restrained, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his eyes were a little wandering, and the feeling of shaking the soul returned.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Zhang Zijing called him, "Xiao Luo?"

Mao Xiaoluo trembled all over, as if she had come back to life, panted violently for a while, and said, "I just felt like another me almost came out."

When he came out of Zhang Zijing's clinic that day, Mao Xiaoluo's condition was even worse than when he came. When asked about the time, he just shook his head and smiled perfunctorily.

Shi Shi wanted to ask Zhang Zijing, but he also graduated from clinical psychology, so he knew that Zhang Zijing would definitely not tell him.They could only watch Mao Xiaoluo show a depressed expression.

When I went home to cook, Shi Shi said, "Xiao Luo, what are you doing now? Can you come to the kitchen and cook with me?"

Mao Xiaoluo went with her slippers on, leaning against the door frame and looking at him as usual, with a sleepy expression.

Time deliberately led him to talk: "Can you tell me why you are unhappy?"

Mao Xiaoluo opened his mouth to deny it, but before he could say anything, he met the eyes that were looking at him seriously at the time. He remembered Zhang Zijing's words, hesitated for a while and said, "You..."

Time put down the spoon, lowered his head slightly, and looked at him patiently.

"Time..." He summoned up great courage, lowered his head and asked, "Will you be with me when I get cured?" flushed.

Time looked at the tips of his ears, and reason and emotion played against each other. After a while, he let out a long sigh, walked over to Mao Xiaoluo, raised his hand to pull him into his arms, and pressed a cool kiss on his forehead: " I can't ask for it."

Mao Xiaoluo raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "Really?"

"real."

The doubts and depression of the past few days were swept away. Although Mao Xiaoluo still couldn't figure out what he could do when he went out every night in the middle of the night, he decided not to ask.

Through the clothes, the slightly cool body temperature mixed with the dry, sweet and warm aroma formed a soothing atmosphere. Mao Xiaoluo put his arms around Time's waist and asked, "Why are you always so cold?"

"Are you afraid of the cold?"

"Not afraid."