Unbearable

Lin Yu's consultation room looks warmer than the cold all-white one.

I have to say that such an environment is indeed more relaxing than other consultation rooms.

Lin Yu is a calm and reliable doctor, he doesn't seem to want the crybaby that Zhang Yao said at all.

Speaking of which, Feng Qi doesn't look like a crybaby.

Realizing that his thoughts were wandering, Ji Zhonghan frowned and came back to his senses, and asked Lin Yu a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, what did you just say?"

Lin Yu put down his pen, closed the file, and chatted with him for a long time like gossip.

Because of Zhang Yao's connection between them, the topic was considered speculative, and Ji Zhonghan didn't resist Lin Yu's inquiry like he resisted other people.

Lin Yu asked him when did he start to dislike physical contact.

Ji Zhonghan thought about it, but in fact it wasn't there at the beginning, the symptoms gradually worsened, so that later on, he couldn't accept the feeling of being touched.

Lin Yu raised his hand and shook his fingertips: "Isn't it okay to just touch it with your fingers?"

Ji Zhonghan shook his head: "It's not impossible, because of work, I can't avoid contact with models many times, because I have to adjust their posture. When practicing judo, I will also touch people's bodies."

Lin Yu opened the notebook and jotted down a few words: "Then under what circumstances, you found that you hate being touched by others."

Ji Zhonghan changed his sitting position uneasily, his body has turned from relaxed to slightly tense: "Maybe when I find out that direct physical contact makes me uncomfortable."

"What kind of touch is it?" Lin Yu said.

Ji Zhonghan: "...Holding hands, or hugging, it's not good."

Lin Yu asked again: "Before discovering this problem, was there any specific object?"

Ji Zhonghan didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence, Lin Yu explained it again: "Before you don't like physical contact, you don't want to be touched by him. And after discovering this problem, you can accept the other party's touch , these are specific objects."

Ji Zhonghan pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, and said bluntly: "No."

Lin Yu slowed down his voice: "It's okay, don't be nervous, we'll be here today."

Ji Zhonghan didn't expect Lin Yu to end the diagnosis and treatment so easily. He looked up at the clock and found that the time for consultation had passed long ago.

Lin Yu realized what he was seeing, and said with a smile, "You are Zhang Yao's younger brother. I don't charge you any fees, and I won't keep you here for consultation when I know you're not feeling well."

Ji Zhonghan said sincerely: "No discomfort, in fact, your working ability is quite good."

Lin Yu put the notebook on the cabinet behind him, which was full of files.It is enough to prove that there are really many patients who come to him for consultation.

Ji Zhonghan glanced at the cabinet, and suddenly asked Lin Yu: "Doctor Lin, can a situation like mine be cured?"

Lin Yu seemed to be thinking about his words, and said a few seconds later: "As a psychiatrist, we are more of an auxiliary treatment method. Whether you can get better in the end depends on you."

Ji Zhonghan asked: "What are the specific treatment methods?"

Perhaps sensing his urgency, Lin Yu didn't hide too much: "Hypnosis, desensitization, these are quite suitable for your situation."

Ji Zhonghan didn't want to be hypnotized, he was afraid of saying things that shouldn't be said, revealing secrets that he didn't want others to know.

Naturally, he asked the latter.

Lin Yu didn't use too advanced words to explain, in general, it is to let you face the source of the stress you are anxious about step by step.

For example, if you are afraid of being touched by others, then set goals, from holding hands to hugging, kissing and even sex, divided according to the degree of anxiety, adapting and accepting step by step until completely desensitized.

When Lin Yu talked about sex, he didn't deliberately emphasize it, and it was quite calm.

But even so, a trace of nervousness clearly flashed across Ji Zhonghan's face.

Lin Yu noticed it, but didn't say anything.

Ji Zhonghan asked: "Why did you ask me just now if there is a specific object?"

Lin Yu said: "If there is a specific person, the former can find out your cause of disease, while the latter is the person who can help you desensitize."

Ji Zhonghan stopped talking, and Lin Yu didn't care. After making an appointment with Ji Zhonghan for the next consultation, he asked his assistant to take Ji Zhonghan out.

Ji Zhonghan stood in the clinic and smoked a cigarette before calling Zhang Yao back.

When someone helped him, he always wanted to say thank you.

Zhang Yao told Ji Zhonghan not to be polite on the phone, at worst, treat her to crayfish later.

Ji Zhonghan responded with a smile, and after returning home, he didn't have much work, so he lay down early, hoping to have a good sleep.

However, things backfired. I don't know if it was because when chatting with Lin Yu during the day, he always thought of too many bad things. At night, Ji Zhonghan started to have nightmares again.

He was thrown onto the bed, and a pair of hot hands hugged him tightly the next moment.

The touch of moist lips stretches from the collarbone to the waist and abdomen all the way down.

In front of him was Feng Qi staring at him with red eyes, kissing him violently, as if he wanted to prove something.

Ji Zhonghan knew what would happen in this dream, that he would be uncontrollable in the future, like a beast in heat.

In the dream, he was floating high in the air, looking coldly at his other self who was deep in lust.

But in the next second, he will be dragged back to his original position, and he will be forced to feel the surging heat like a tide.

The scene in front of him was constantly changing, and the person hugging the bed would be him for a while, and not him for a while.

What remains unchanged is that the person in bed is always doing that disgusting thing.

He heard the woman's wanton laughter and wild moaning.

I also saw the entangled figure on the bed under the reflection of the glass window.

Nausea and lust, hatred and longing intertwined, tormenting him like a sear.

He saw Feng Qi's face overlapping with another more mature shadow.

The tide of emotion generated by every inch of skin was replaced by the disgusting feeling of crawling insects.

There is nothing more disgusting than lust, and nothing more disgusting than touching.

For the first time, a different content appeared in the dream, Ji Zhonghan saw him biting the back of Feng Qi's hand fiercely, Feng Qi showed pain, but stubbornly did not pull his hand away.

He just looked at Ji Zhonghan silently and restrainedly, as if he was waiting for something.

And he did wait for an answer.

The young Ji Zhonghan opened his drunken eyes, and said softly with his lips stained with Feng Qi's blood: "You said you love me, are you a pervert? Feng Qi."

"Don't touch me again, I'm going to throw up."

Ji Zhonghan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.The back of his pajamas was completely soaked, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He was in a state of shock, not knowing whether the last content of the dream was reality or just a dream.

This is something Ji Zhonghan doesn't remember.

With his heart pounding in his chest, Ji Zhonghan reached out and pressed his chest.

A strange emotion appeared when it least expected.

He knew it was sad.

It's just that the sadness this time made him unwilling to think deeply about who it was for.

In fact, in the clinic, he wanted to ask Lin Yu, what if the two specific objects he mentioned were the same person?

A person who both scared him and wanted to hug him tightly.