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My heart is itching, when I finish chasing this chapter of yours.

In this chapter, you planted a big foreshadowing, and I am eager to know what changes the appearance of this new character will bring to the plot; in this chapter, you stuck so well at the end, so good The itch in my heart cannot be suppressed without seeing the next chapter; you left a question in this chapter that I know will be answered in the next chapter.

Alas, but the next chapter hasn't come yet, if you want to know the rest, you have to wait until the next chapter.

However, the next chapter has not come, I waited for one day, two days, three days, but there is no next chapter, and you still haven't updated.I reluctantly turned to the catalog page, wanting to see if you have asked for leave, if you have said why you are not updating, and if you have said when the next chapter will come.But it was not on the catalog page, so I read that chapter again, the chapter that made me feel itchy, and wanted to see if the author at the bottom had something to say, if I missed any information, the above can explain Why hasn't the next chapter come yet.

No.You just said, "Are you looking forward to tomorrow? Haha, you will know tomorrow!" Anyway, this is a very normal sentence, and there is no reason why you don't show up. It seems that the next chapter will appear immediately, and it will immediately relieve my itching in my heart.

If you disappear for a day or two, I still have the patience to wait for you, even if I am already itchy, but life is always composed of many waiting.However, not only did you disappear for a day or two, you made me wait for many days, and it seemed that there were many more days for me to wait.

Are you Calvin?Will Calvin be unable to write a word for so many days?Even if you get stuck and only write one sentence a day, the next chapter should appear if you have accumulated it until now.Are you in trouble in reality?But no matter what happens, you should have time to change the copy, or modify the previous chapter, tell us you have something, and talk about it after the update.

But you didn't, you didn't say anything, you didn't do anything, you just put the foreshadowing, questions, and new plots accumulated in that chapter there to hang us, making people wait so anxious and powerless.

So, did something happen to you?Only this kind of reason can explain that you didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and disappeared all at once.You make me anxious. I don't know what happened to you, so you can't even tell us.

I'm terribly worried.That itching is nothing compared to your safety, so I want to go and see you.

It is very simple to want to see you, but I am not human anyway.

I just penetrated into the screen in front of me, penetrated into the articles you used to update chapter by chapter, followed your IP to the computer you often use, and then drilled out of your computer screen.

Then I was stunned, because you happened to be fine and happily swiping the webpage.

You have nothing, you are fine, you can do whatever you want, but you just don't update, and you don't explain anything.You haven't had any accidents, and you're not too busy. You have the conditions to update, but you just don't want to update.

I was angry, very, very angry.I've waited for you for so long, worrying about you, thinking about what's wrong with you, and being tickled by the next chapter that you haven't come, maybe never will.How could you, how could you, just disappear so suddenly?

If you tell me that you just don't want to update, no reason, just don't want to update, then I will forgive you.In fact, I don't need an excuse, because no matter what the excuse is, it will be a result of not updating. I just need a fact, knowing that you will not update again.

Only when I know, I will forcibly chop off my heart, and I will never think about your new characters, new plots, and new foreshadowing in the next chapter, and I will no longer think about the articles you wrote, let alone Remember you writer.There are so many writers in the world, I don't have to miss you, as long as you tell me, you will stop writing.

I don't need your next chapter anymore, but I have to do something with you to make up for all the waiting and itching I've been waiting for these days.

I exhaled lightly towards you, at the position of your right wrist.It's your hand holding the mouse, your wrist pressed against your mouse pad, your fingers clicking rapidly and nervously, and your eyes watching the game on the computer screen.The game is fun, isn't it?I also watched for a while, and found that you are playing games online with people, and it is at the most critical time.

But suddenly, you feel a tremor in your wrist, and your finger is unsteady, and you don't click it all at once. As a result, the game is simply lost, and you drop the mouse angrily, but there is nothing you can do.You lean back on the chair and subconsciously mop your right wrist, wondering what happened just now?It turned out to be like a cramp, but the movement was too short, so short that you only remember that you shook once.

I exhaled again, the same wrist.Your other hand is still resting on it, and now it is shaking again, but it is not as urgent as before, you immediately understand that it is itching.

Some parts of the human body will always itch suddenly, there is no need for any inducement, it just suddenly itch, maybe the skin in that place needs your care and caress.mo, so I made it bad on purpose, you don’t care, just scratch it casually After scratching, he put his wrist on the mouse pad again, and started a new round of tapping.

Another flick, you lost again, you raised your wrist angrily and put it in front of your eyes, at this time the itching was very clear and continuous, the fingers of your other hand were scratching at the wrist, but the itching was deeply rooted , your scratching is useless.You look at it carefully, thinking that there is no redness, swelling, or bumps, and it doesn’t look like you were bitten by a mosquito. Why does it itch for no reason?

Probably the bite is too small, so it is not easy to detect.You still don't care, anyway, you haven't heard of a disease that makes people itch all the time.

You scratched your epidermis again, then went to get toilet water and sprayed it on it, and sneezed because it was too close.You don’t dare to play games anymore, so you find out a movie, lean on the chair and watch it comfortably, with your hands crossed, ready to scratch whenever you feel itchy.

I let out another breath.You can't see it anymore, but I can see that the qi that doesn't belong to human beings seeps from your skin to your bones.

A sharp itch rises from your bones, and you itch to bounce off the chair and sit down again, terrified by the violent fluctuation.No, it's not the skin that itches, it's the bones!

It's the itching from the bones, your hands press the skin and touch the bones, but you can't relieve it by scratching, because the itching comes from the bones.You want to ignore it, but no, the itch isn't just an itch, it's a painful, sharp itch mixed in, and you're staring at your wrist, wanting to cut the skin, smash the bone, and put your hand in it Scratch hard so that you don't feel so painful.

The itch continues, you fidget, no, nothing can be done.Your whole senses are filled with this itch, you seem to become the receiver of all the itch in the world, itch... itch! ! !

It's not enough, my heart itches in those days can't be made up for by your simple itches now.I won't do anything serious to you, non-human beings should have non-human standards, I'll just condense all the itch I had in those days to this moment, and then give the coefficient back to you.

"Huh~" I took another breath, blowing gently on your wrist, then I straightened my waist and looked at your performance with a smile.

You feel like your bones are trembling, and the itching rushes away from your wrist and goes up your arm, and the following itching also erodes up along this route, and then hits you all at once on the heart chamber.

Your hands grabbed the clothes in front of your chest in pain, not knowing where to put them.My heart is itching!You can't help but wonder where that itch is coming from.Your atrium, your heart chamber, or the blood that flows there?That kind of itching piled up, gathered, and boiled there, making you fall to the ground and writhe in pain.

I really want to, I really want to tear off the clothes, tear the skin there, and then put my hand in, no matter where the source of the pain is, I put it in and stir it vigorously, smashing all the itchy places that make you feel uncomfortable Throw it away!

Pressing your clothes with your hands, you can clearly feel the rise and fall of your chest with every breath.Your heart is still beating, but this makes you annoyed, how can you let such a painful organ ignore the owner's feelings as if nothing happened, and keep it running normally?

The buttons of the coat were unbuttoned silently, your hands were already pressing on your smooth skin, and you were groping up and down with difficulty, and you couldn't help but press down hard, as if you could touch the internal organs by doing so.But no, the bloody sweetness mixed with itching makes your mouth bitter, and you breathe with difficulty with your mouth slightly open.Damn, what the hell is going on!

You want to ask for help, wondering if you have some rare terminal illness, but you can’t make any movements, you can’t even make a sound, you can only roll over, your head hit the wall, you try your best to use your side as if you were saved It's the pain that draws your attention to the itch, even if it's minimal.

I stopped breathing on you, and that was enough.I glanced at you again, and followed the still-lit computer screen back to my home.How long you will continue to itch depends on when you can enjoy the pain I once felt. After making up for it, I will naturally let you go.

Then, I opened the website, looking for the next article that would make my heart itch, looking for the next author whose writing would make my heart itch and I could only wait.

The author has something to say: The last chapter has been completed.

The more you write, the more boring you are, but you must write 3 words to become a tree in the column. QAQ Do you want to write irrelevant words to make up for the word count...