The man rescued from Kabukicho

Calm down, Cilang said to himself, now that Yijuin is still awake, think about some annoying things, and it will calm down immediately.

He tried to ignore Ijuin's arms holding him, Ijuin's breathing, and Ijuin's face.

Looking up, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

It is precisely at this time that the body recovers.

In fact, it's not that I don't understand, it's just a normal physiological phenomenon.

But my heart is obviously so repulsive, it has reached the point where I don't want to associate with anyone again for the rest of my life, and I don't even want to solve it by myself, so determined to this extent, can't I control it?

What is the relationship between the human brain, heart and body?Why do you not want it intellectually or emotionally, without even thinking about it, but your body wants to embarrass its master without authorization?

Because it's male?It doesn't seem like that's the case with women.

You guys are really disgusting.The words that his ex-girlfriend complained many times reappeared in Cilang's mind.

In fact, except for the first month when they first started dating, and when they got along later, almost every time Cilang wanted to be intimate, he would be complained like this.

At that time, Cilang was very distressed, he was already suppressing himself, but after all, he was a lover, and it was natural to want to be intimate.But every time he made a request, he was either rejected or complained again and again.Occasionally she took the initiative, but she always stopped when she felt comfortable and left Cilang alone.

However, every time Cilang seriously said, "Is there something I can't do well?" "If you don't like it, then it's okay not to do it in the future." You may just get used to dirty things." Such an ambiguous answer, never completely rejected.

The lover showed such resistance for a long time that Cilang didn't dare to mention it later, and only cooperated with her occasional active needs.Ci Lang comforted himself, she resisted like this, and wanted him occasionally, didn't it prove that she loved him?Thinking about it this way, Cilang endured it willingly.

It was only later that he discovered the truth. The reason she resisted so much was actually because she didn't love him.

Thinking of this, Cilang sighed deeply in order not to wake up Yijiyuan.

Intellectually, she knew that her complaints were just an excuse to avoid being close to herself.But probably I've listened to it too many times, and it's always exciting when I hear it, so it seems to have formed some kind of pathetic conditioned reflex.

I discovered it when I was in prison. Occasionally, when there was a reaction, the complaints and belittlings of his ex-girlfriend appeared in his mind, which made Cilang extremely ashamed of his reaction to what was obviously a normal demand.

Combined with the fact that he was cheated into prison, and the fact that he was in a cell without privacy, after four years, Cirou gradually developed to the point where he felt disgusted when his body reacted.

In the end, as he wished, his body became dead silent, and he hadn't responded for a long time.

until this morning.

It happened to be this morning.

The only good news is that the reaction has subsided a bit, as long as he thinks back on some of his ex-girlfriend's belittling, it will be fine...

"very energetic."

Suddenly there was an indifferent voice, so commented.

Cirou, whose face was flushed all of a sudden, just wanted to break free from Yijuin's arm immediately.

But they were too close, and the struggle was a bit bigger, and that impolite place might touch Yijuin. In order to avoid a greater tragedy, Cirou just pushed hard, hoping that Yijuin would take the initiative to let him go after understanding his purpose.

But Yijuin not only did not let go, but suppressed him even more.

Ci Lang whispered urgently: "Let me go."

I found out, why don't you let go and let him go to the bathroom to solve it!

Yijiyuan glanced at the electronic timepiece and said indifferently, "It's not time to wake up."

It means not getting enough sleep.

Cilang was almost familiar, shy and anxious, because Yijiyuan hugged him even tighter just now, his arms were close to his body, now he clenched his fists and said angrily: "You also think about my situation. .”

Yijiyuan pretended not to hear.

This person turned out to be!

Unbelievable, Jiro glared at the sleeping face of the man who was hugging him.

Self-centered willful behavior is simply like a cat doing its own thing.

But Yijiin seemed to have made up his mind to sleep until it was time to wake up, so Cirou could only turn his head aggrievedly and look at the electronic timepiece by the bed, wondering how much longer he would have to bear it.

There are still 13 seconds until the alarm clock rings.

13 seconds!

Just now, Yijiyuan glanced at him, and must have known that he would have to get up in a minute, because he was unwilling to let go of him who was stuck in an embarrassing situation in less than a minute... What a joke!

"Yijuin." Cilang turned his head back aggressively, fighting for his own rights again, but he was still worried about whether Yijiin hadn't slept well, so he tried to keep his voice as soft as possible, "The alarm clock is about to ring, hurry up, ah— —”

Almost at the same time as the alarm clock rang, Cirou heard a voice from his own mouth that had been belittled by his ex-girlfriend with obscene words.

Cilang suddenly pulled out a hand and tightly covered his mouth.

just because.side waist.Touched by Ijuin's hand.

That's the sound.

And more than that.

The reaction that had gradually subsided suddenly became more energetic than when he woke up.

With the temperature of the face felt by the fingertips, one can also guess how red the face is at the moment.

And these expressions of greed were all because, dissatisfied with his noisy Yijiyuan, he moved his hand to his side, pressed it down with a little force in a warning manner.

Jiro seemed to be falling into an abyss called shame, his limbs and brain were filled with an unsustainable sense of weightlessness.

To make matters worse, Yijiyuan visited him to slap off the alarm clock, then sat up, looked down at him, and said calmly like a doctor's diagnosis: "Quite sensitive, no, this level is not 'quite'. Natural? Psychological factors?"

Cirou turned around, bent himself sideways, raised his elbows to cover his face, turned his back to Yijuin, and didn't want to say a word.

Yijiyuan didn't seem to need his response, so he continued talking to himself, his tone still calm: "You were in a coma that day, and you didn't have an in-depth examination of the equipment. It may also be drugs. You need to make an appointment for a specialist examination."

Cirou collapsed.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, grabbed Ijuin's collar with both hands angrily, and was about to express his anger when he remembered that he hadn't brushed his teeth yet.

Cilang let go of Yijiin angrily, jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

After 15 minutes, Cilang rushed out of the bathroom, put on a strong look, and said quickly in one breath: "It's natural. No need to check. You hug the 'pillow' like the previous two nights, don't touch other places and you will be fine. Well, let’s stop here, don’t mention it again!”

"Understood," Yijiyuan was picking out a windbreaker, and just responded indifferently, as if he didn't take it to heart.

Ci Lang felt relieved, and the aura of strong support disappeared in an instant.

He introspected, facing the big creditor of 6000 million yen, is it a bit arrogant for him to speak like this?

Putting on his home clothes and preparing to go downstairs, Yijiyuan came out of the cloakroom and threw a thick baseball jacket over Cilang's head. It was made of handsome soft leather on the outside and silver fox fur on the inside, making it look very warm.

"This is?" Cirou asked.

Yijuin said that it was an unworn gift received at the meeting, and it was cooling down after the rain outside. I will wear this when I go to the gym in the back today.

It was Yijiin who thought for himself again, Cilang held his baseball jacket with complicated emotions, and solemnly thanked him.

He regretted even more that he had spoken loudly to Ijuin just now.

So when he went downstairs, Cilang followed silently, until he heard Granny Fengzao calling them to have breakfast, Cilang realized that he hadn't formally greeted her with his voice.

Ci Lang walked up to Granny Fengzao, bowed solemnly and said, "Grandma Fengzao. Good morning."

"Ah," Feng Zao's mother-in-law looked at him in surprise, "Mr. Ci Lang, you can talk now! Congratulations, that's great."

Cilang smiled: "Thank you."

Feng Zao's mother-in-law also laughed and said: "They all praised the young master for his nice voice, and Mr. Cilang's voice is also very nice. It's a different flavor. Really, seeing how energetic Mr. Cilang is, my mother-in-law is also happy."

He could feel that Fengzao's mother-in-law was sincerely happy for herself.He already regarded this old man as an elder, but compared with his experience last night, he was even more moved.

But at this moment, he heard Yijiyuan say in that characteristic indifferent voice, as if stating the facts: "It is true that I have been very energetic since the morning. This young master is even angry with me."

Cilang was dumbfounded. What did the chairman of the Yijiyuan consortium do this morning?

Is this an early complaint against the wind? !

Cilang spoke incoherently: "I didn't, no, hello!"

Feng Zao's mother-in-law didn't understand Yijiyuan's double meaning. Seeing Cilang's reaction, she covered her mouth in a funny way and said, "Huh? Young master? I think it's the young master who bullied Mr. Cilang, so he is angry."