desensitization therapy

There is basically no nightlife in Linyu Island at night.As the day went down, the stars hovered over the distant sea, circling like sleepwalking.

Zhu Wen got a picnic cloth out of nowhere, and a group of people sat on it, playing truth or dare with a drained wine bottle.

Fang Zhilian played a few rounds with great interest at first, but his luck was really not good. After a few rounds, he felt that it was boring, so he simply took Song Feijue to a convenience store to buy ice cream.

Linyu Island is not big, and the convenience stores are scattered here and there.They walked farther and farther, until they found a convenience store that was still open when they were almost at the hotel.

While the cicadas were singing on a summer night, a gust of drafts from the door disturbed the wind chimes on the hanging beams, and the jingle jingle rang continuously.

There were only a few types of ice cream in the freezer, so Fang Zhilian picked a few at random, and wandered around the snack shelf.

"Is there any anti-inflammatory ointment?" He heard Song Feijue ask the cashier.

"No, I have to go to the pharmacy to buy the ointment. I guess I'm off work by this point."

Fang Zhilian poked his head out and interjected, "Why buy ointment?"

Song Feijue didn't answer, but lightly tapped his lower lip with his fingertips.

Fang Zhilian understood right away, the pain on his lips was not obvious just now, but he took a chance and ate a skewer of spicy roasted fat beef, and now the pain started again.

"No need, it doesn't hurt very much," Fang Zhilian duplicity said, "It will be fine tomorrow."

Song Feijue was noncommittal, turned around and went to another row of shelves.

The ice cream that should be bought has been picked out, Fang Zhilian went to the checkout counter to buy the bill, and while waiting for Song Feijue to check out, he was dangling among the shelves with the bag, and suddenly looked up and saw the shelf of adult products.

Fang Zhilian opened his eyes wide, his eyes fixed there.

Unlike ice cream, there are so many types of condoms and lubricants that people can be dazzled. Fang Zhilian felt dizzy, and raised and lowered his arms hesitantly.

"Pay the bill together?" Song Feijue's voice sounded unhurriedly.

With a shake of his hand, a box of condoms on the shelf was accidentally knocked off.

Fang Zhilian withdrew his hand guiltily: "...I'm done."

Song Feijue asked with deep meaning: "Isn't there still?"

He clearly saw the box of condoms that fell on the floor, but he seemed to ignore it, and went straight to the checkout counter after speaking.

Fang Zhilian couldn't care less about choosing flavors slowly, imitating SpongeBob SquarePants' tone and silently said "I'm ready" a few times in his heart, and picked up the condom box on the ground with a heartbeat.

When he passed by, the cashier was scanning the code, and Song Feijue only bought a small glass bottle of honey, which looked very pocket-sized.

"46 yuan," said the cashier.

Fang Zhilian put the two in his hand on the cash register without squinting. A large grapefruit logo was drawn on the lubricant box.But the cashier just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

They left the convenience store together carrying plastic bags, and the row of wind chimes started ringing again.

Song Feijue glanced at the opaque bag: "Is it enough?"

Fang Zhilian blushed to the base of her neck, and tried to pretend to be calm: "A box of ten is enough."

The damp sea breeze blew over the white T-shirt he was wearing, and it bulged into a ball behind him.

"What I mean is," Song Feijue had a narrow smile in his eyes, and was a little helpless, "Is there enough ice cream?"

Fang Zhilian finally couldn't pretend anymore, and his face collapsed: "You did it on purpose!"

He squatted down like a fool, because he was too nervous, the palm of the hand holding the bag was sticky.

Song Feijue laughed suddenly, leaned close to Fang Zhilian's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going back to play Truth or Dare?"

In the fuzzy and humid night, Song Feijue's voice, the sound of wind chimes, and the endless chirping of cicadas seemed to be intertwined together.All this produced a violent chemical reaction in Fang Zhilian's cerebral cortex.

Fang Zhilian answered in a bewildered way.

"Not going back."

The light in the room was not bright, Fang Zhilian walked out of the bathroom rubbing his half-wet hair, his face was burned to the point of fainting pink steam.

"Go and wash." He said vaguely to Song Feijue.

"Well," Song Feijue shook the bath towel, "Remember to apply honey."

Fang Zhilian nodded, and when Song Feijue entered, he sat on the bed in a daze for a while before remembering the ice cream he bought just now.

It's a pity that the forgotten ice cream has already melted into a bag and cannot be rescued.

Fortunately, the condom and lube had already been taken out and were sitting in the corner of the bedside table.

Fang Zhilian tied the bag, thinking about what would happen next, he inevitably wandered for a long time, and then slowly moved back to the bed.

Zhu Wen sent a few WeChat messages 10 minutes ago, asking Fang Zhilian how to buy an ice cream until there was no one left.After Fang Zhilian finished replying to him, he realized that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, replaced by the hum of the hair dryer.

After applying honey, Fang Zhilian finally remembered.

He unscrewed the honey bottle, and saw a box of cotton swabs on the bedside table, probably Song Feijue went downstairs to ask the hotel front desk for it when he was taking a shower just now.

The cotton swab dipped in honey is slightly itchy and painful when applied to the lips.Fang Zhilian licked his lips and squeezed the sweet taste away.

As if he had discovered a new continent, Fang Zhilian smeared some honey and licked it off. It tasted different from the honey in the supermarket. The honey in the Linyudao convenience store also had a subtle grapefruit fragrance.

Like that lube.

Fang Zhilian's gaze flickered to the bag on the bedside table,

He didn't pay attention, tilted his hand slightly, and a few drops of honey dripped down the mouth of the bottle onto the heel of his leg.

The old wooden door of the bathroom was pushed open.

Fang Zhilian was taken aback by the cold and sticky touch, and raised his face subconsciously.

He saw Song Feijue leaning against the wall, his eyes lowered, his expression difficult to discern.

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The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated twice, and then quietly slipped into silence in the night.

After a long time, the screen lights up again.

is a text message.

Sender: Wen Peitang

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