my sick white moonlight

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After eating with Dr. An, Shi Zhiqing called Zhang Youming and said he wanted to see him.

What Dr. An told him later was right, it doesn't matter about the value evaluation of the outside world, and don't care about the inevitable grievances, if you like him, you like him, and love itself is painful and beautiful.

People should really let themselves go, there is no need to worry about unnecessary entanglements, everything can be simpler.

Dare to love and hate, is the most worthy of yourself.

As for bystanders, they are just bystanders after all.

After Zhang Youming went downstairs, Shi Zhiqing went up to buy some fruit, and Zhang Youming who came to open the door was still wearing an apron and holding a spoon in his hand.

"Why did you suddenly think of coming here? I wasn't even prepared." Zhang Youming looked at the fruit in Shi Zhiqing's hand.

He felt that Shi Zhiqing was still too far-fetched.

Shi Zhiqing handed the bag to Zhang Youming, Zhang Youming reached out to pick it up, but the spoon in his hand fell to the ground, Zhang Youming squatted down to pick it up again, but the bag fell apart again, and the tangerines inside fell out, Zhang Youming He hurriedly went to pick up the fruit on the ground.

"Hey, you seem to be very nervous." Shi Zhiqing smiled lightly.

Zhang Youming stopped what he was doing, looked up at Shi Zhiqing, seemed a little dissatisfied, he put the tangerines in the bag, got up and took two steps, then turned his head and said, "Don't buy fruit next time."

Shi Zhiqing snickered, and bent over to change slippers at the door. He found that Zhang Youming specially put a pair of new slippers one size smaller, and his heart immediately warmed up.

He remembered Dr. An's words, Zhang Youming is indeed a sensitive and careful person.

It is often this kind of person who is most likely to get hurt. The key is that he doesn't like to show it yet, and even if he shows it, he will try his best to deny it.

Shi Zhiqing was still thinking, is this how Zhang Youming's hysteria came about?For fear of losing yourself?

"Then I'm always embarrassed to come here empty-handed. What are you eating? Why are you eating so late." Shi Zhiqing leaned against the edge of the kitchen.

At first I thought Zhang Youming was making soup, but it turned out that he was cooking tomato and egg noodles.

"Tomato and egg noodles, you haven't even peeled your tomatoes. Hey, you need to add some cold water to cook the noodles, otherwise they will splash out." Shi Zhiqing said there with style.

"Are you eating?" Zhang Youming turned to look at Shi Zhiqing.

Shi Zhiqing shook her head and said, "I've already eaten it."

"Then go out and watch TV, don't stare at me."

"I came here to see you."

Zhang Youming didn't speak, but Shi Zhiqing's weak tone had too much impact.He turned off the fire, scooped up the noodles, and poured the soup into a bowl.

Just when Shi Zhiqing thought he was going to take it out to eat, Zhang Youming suddenly put down the bowl, walked up to Shi Zhiqing, and said, "Can I have something else first?"

Shi Zhiqing immediately got goosebumps, her heart itching.

But he was patient, pretending he didn't know what Zhang Youming was talking about, and deliberately asked, "Do you want to eat the mandarins that fell on the ground?"

Zhang Youming shook his head.

Shi Zhiqing smiled and asked again: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Seeing Shi Zhiqing pretending to be reckless, Zhang Youming stared at him for a few seconds, then lost his breath, turned around again, and prepared to serve the bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

Before Zhang Youming took two steps, he was grabbed by Shi Zhiqing, and his eyes were no longer clear in an instant.

His tugging made Zhang Youming excited, and he wrapped his arms around Shi Zhiqing's waist and kissed her.

Intense, and accompanied by the fall, Shi Zhiqing felt that her whole body was light and light, like a balloon blown to the limit, and if it was touched again, it would explode with a "boom".

Shi Zhiqing was thrown onto the sofa by Zhang Youming, and Zhang Youming looked down upon her. Shi Zhiqing smiled slightly, but now Zhang Youming was energetic and courageous.

"The curtains have to be pulled down." Shi Zhiqing smiled.

Zhang Youming didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand and pulled the curtains with a swipe. The room instantly became dark, and the atmosphere quickly developed in a warm direction.

"Have you thought about it for a long time?" Shi Zhiqing ran her fingers across Zhang Youming's neck like a feather.

Zhang Youming was shocked, and the reaction below became more and more obvious.

Shi Zhiqing likes to take advantage of words very much, this kind of teasing gives him psychological pleasure far surpassing skin-to-skin contact.

Coupled with Zhang Youming's silence, he became even more interested.

He really likes Zhang Youming's uncontrollable restraint, the more he forbears, the more he wants to see him slutty.

But often Shi Zhiqing was self-defeating, he underestimated Zhang Youming's strength, when he was strangled, he was the one who couldn't speak a word, he could only grumble.

"Did you dream about me last night?"

Afterwards, Zhang Youming asked Shi Zhiqing who was leaning on his chest to smoke, and he gently played with Shi Zhiqing's fingers, which made Shi Zhiqing's heart tighten.

Shi Zhiqing did dream about Zhang Youming last night, and it was that kind of thing, too embarrassing to describe.

"En." Shi Zhiqing realized that his voice was a little hoarse. "How is the soundproofing of your house?"

"Not bad, what did you dream about?" Zhang Youming asked.

Shi Zhiqing stubbed out the cigarette, did not answer his question, and said, "You guys, don't you want to restrain your sex?"

"Abstinence." Zhang Youming glanced at the ashtray, then looked at Shi Zhiqing again, and said, "I can't help you."

Shi Zhiqing smiled, this guy can talk about love all over the place.

"Did you dream that we did it last night?"

Shi Zhiqing frowned, stared at Zhang Youming suspiciously, and asked, "How do you know? Guess?"

"No, I entered your dream on purpose." Zhang Youming said.

Shi Zhiqing showed a worried look, he felt that Zhang Youming was seriously ill. "Zhang Youming, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm not talking nonsense, really." Zhang Youming explained.

"Specifically?" Shi Zhiqing thought, you don't know the details, do you?

Zhang Youming paused, and said: "In the kitchen, you were opening a can, and I hugged you from behind, and the lid of the can stabbed your hand, bleeding. I helped you deal with it with my mouth, and then we Just kissed, the smell of blood is very strong..."

"Stop, stop talking." Shi Zhiqing shouted to stop.

That's right, Zhang Youming is right.

He stood up and took the boxers over. Seeing the white stains on them, he hesitated for two seconds before putting them on.

After getting up, he wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know where to start.

The fact that Zhang Youming is not a normal human being is as shocking as knowing that his mother fell from the building.

Shi Zhiqing even began to doubt himself, whether it was because of the illusory world, he raised his hand, wanting to slap himself, but was held back by Zhang Youming.

"I'm telling you this not for any reason. I'm no different from ordinary people except that I'm a little weird. I just want to tell you that I can't live without you. If I leave you, I will hurt and my body will hurt."

"So it's because you can't leave me and stay with me?" After Shi Zhiqing finished speaking, she realized that she had missed her focus.

The important thing now is, why is Zhang Youming not a normal human being? What is going on?

Is this a dream?