[Black Basket] The medicine cannot be stopped

Say good night but how can I sleep......

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Is it strange that you can fall asleep in this situation? !If I really fell asleep, my selling point would not only be that my nerves are thick, but it would be completely thick enough to break the universe, right? !

It took me about 10 minutes to move my body carefully, so that I, who was originally lying on my back with my face up, turned into a position of lying on my side and looking directly at Mr. S's back.

The purpose of spending so much time is that I try to put on the illusion that I am already asleep, so that Mr. S will not find out about my small movements.

So now we have this form on the bed:

(Edge) ← Mr. S (a blank paragraph deliberately set aside) ← I (Edge)

Note that the direction the shoulders point to is the line of sight.

Even Mr. S in sleep showed a meticulous temperament.

The quilt was pulled over the shoulders, and the back in pajamas exposed the fair skin between the hair and the back collar, which was just stuck in the sag of the pillow.The figure is straight, unlike the wretched state that I shrink under the quilt...

what.

lifetime.

I.

it turns out.

Can also be with.

male god.

Sleeping in hugs (not really).

At this moment, simple words can no longer describe my mood, probably only the cool pear flower style can express my passion.

I looked around Mr. S's back carefully again, and began to think about the possibility of taking a selfie with my mobile phone now.

I don’t know if I will have Twitter or ins ten years later…

If there is, I will definitely send a brand new pretentious status——

"Sleep peacefully with the lover of your dreams =w=, good night everyone."

The appendix is ​​a "sleeping picture" of me looking at Mr. S's back.

Just thinking about the envious eyes my fans gave me while yelling "burn this guy" fills me with joy.

I know I'm a big deal guy, but in this rare situation, let me show off as much as I can!Be so proud!

It's a pity that the so-called extreme joy begets sorrow is probably about people like me...

"Don't you want to sleep anymore?"

Obviously the back didn't move at all? ! !

Suddenly there was a sound like an auditory hallucination, it was terrible! ! !

I bit the quilt to prevent myself from making any noise... no, I didn't make any noise before either? How did Mr. S know that I was not asleep? Could it be that he was just lying to me?

Maybe...Mr. S has the habit of talking in sleep...?

I stared at Mr. S nervously, and kept my current posture motionless. If I could, I think I could perfectly play a sculpture with a dead body on the bed.

But Mr. S, he has the ability to turn sculptures into living people...

"Your breathing is too heavy, no matter how hard you try to pretend it's useless."

"...you can even hear your breathing?!"

Mr. S turned over and faced me. At this moment, his back is facing me in the moonlight, so I can't see the expression on his face clearly.But I can still imagine him looking at me with disdain.

"It's been said that your breathing is very heavy... What kind of mess are you thinking about? Although it is obvious that you are holding back and not screaming, it is easier to attract attention that way."

"……………………"

I……

Otherwise... I'd better lie on the ground and die of cold, what do you think?

"Huh? What am I asking you?"

Mr. S continued to ask questions persistently, but unfortunately, what should I do with this question...

Also, Mr. S, why do you use persistence in this kind of place? !Is this kind of question still waiting for me to answer?

"...I,... well I was just thinking about whether I have Twitter or ins..."

"Yes, there seem to be quite a few fans."

Mr. S replied very naturally, before I showed the ecstatic expression of "what's the truth?", he hit me to the bottom again with the next words.

"But maybe most of them came to pay attention to the relationship between me and you, because a few interactions were seen, so I guessed your identity... After that, you haven't been on much."

I lay weakly on the bed, although I felt a little unwilling, but it was more of a true mood.

After all, it would be strange for someone like me to have a lot of fans... qvq.

"But you don't need fans, do you?"

Mr. S said slowly, "When the book is published, there is a publishing house to promote it, and you are not usually a person who likes to share your life. Is there anything you need to be a fan?"

"..."

How dare I say the words "show off your old man".

At this moment, Mr. S suddenly stretched out his hand and touched my forehead, and then whispered a word in my frightened expression.

"Your skin is hot and your expression is tense. What are you guilty of?"

"...Aha, no, how is it possible, I'm just not used to it..."

"Ok?"

"...Aren't you used to sleeping on the same bed with professional chess players! This is the dream that so many people can't dream of! How can it be so simple!!"

In the awkward silence, I turned my head away and got under the covers.

Is it really me who made such a shameful statement?

Well, definitely not, definitely not, definitely not.

Everything is my illusion, all is my illusion!

My face was flushed from being stuffed in the pillow, and I couldn't say a word, but my ears that were exposed outside were quietly pricked up, listening carefully to Mr. S's movements.

At this time, I have to pretend that I didn’t hear anything, turn my head and continue to sleep, Mr. S——!

Obviously Mr. S couldn't hear the cry in my heart.

The quilt was lifted a little, as if Mr. S had done something.

Then after a sound that I couldn't understand what he was doing, I felt that Mr. S was lying back on the bed again. The sunken quilt was soft and warm, and I could clearly feel another person's body.

...and then the body approached!

Approaching, approaching, approaching... Oh my god, hold on!

The arm stretched out from the gap between me and the pillow, and got stuck under my head, which happened to be the position where I was resting on Mr. S's arm.As soon as my face was raised, I felt that it was held up by a piece of soft cloth, and behind it was a slightly firm muscle. The position of the nose was just aligned with the half of the chest that was not buttoned up. I had a faint nosebleed and wanted to A premonition that is poised to go...

But even more terrifying is yet to come.

Because of this entangled upper body posture, our lower bodies are inevitably leaning together...

It sounds silly, but it's true!

And it's just leaning together, there's nothing else, don't think about it!

The stiffness in my whole body reached its maximum value, and I was like a stone leaning on Mr. S's chest. I didn't understand what this brother wanted to do.

Before doing this kind of thing next time, can you give me an early warning so that I can be mentally prepared? !

But I have to say, Mr. S's chest is quite comfortable...

I want to rub a bit...

I silently pressed my cheek against the chest in front of me and rubbed it. After rubbing it, I realized that the touch of the cheek part seemed not right... It seemed that what I rubbed was not my pajamas, but my naked chest.

qvq.

Just... just treat it as a beautiful mistake.

When I tried my best to maintain my integrity while eating tofu, I suddenly heard a "click" sound in the darkness.

The voice was so familiar that it was impossible for normal people to hear it wrong.

what……?

I turned my head and found Mr. S who was lying on top of me was holding a mobile phone in the other hand except for the arm under my head. I turned my head to see the distorted expression, and pressed the button again. what key.

Click.

This time there is no doubt.

That's right, the guy who secretly took pictures of me is Mr. S. That's right.

"Satisfied now?"

Mr. S handed the phone in front of me, and the picture displayed on it made me unable to bear to look directly at it.The distorted me and the handsome Mr. S hug each other, facing the camera in a dreamlike posture, and I can clearly see the picture of me rubbing Mr. S's chest.

"Is it okay now?... You not only did most of the so-called unquestionable things, but also left behind vital evidence."

Under my dumbfounded gaze, Mr. S put the phone next to my pillow, then lay down again, raised the quilt, and even patted my head.

"If you don't sleep anymore, you can continue to lie on the ground for me."

Mr. S, who said such cold words, hugged me and let me absorb the warmth. Even a bluffing guy like me felt a sense of stability for a moment.

Well, just sleep well.

...But before that, I have one more question.

Why did Mr. S continue to sleep with me in this position after taking the photo?

It's really puzzling.