[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

Jesus said, if someone hits you on the left cheek, you must also offer the right cheek.I don't know if he really said that, after all, I don't read the Bible; let's assume he did.

Therefore, I, who was standing in the hall on the first floor of Balian, decided to follow the Lord's instruction and beat them back hard, making sure to slap both sides of the faces of this group of people swollen.Um?You say Jesus didn't mean that?I think he is on the line.

We fought in the lobby on the first floor.I don't know why, but it seems that some of them seem to be passionate.What a pervert.

My pizza, is it easy to be a wage earner these days...

"Hey——!!! What are you guys arguing about from the very beginning!! Come up to me when you have time... Luna? What are you doing here!!!"

A shark fell from the sky.When he jumped off the stairs, his silver hair would fly up, and his long hair would flutter. It looked like the scene in the advertisement, and it would definitely be more beautiful if it was longer.I stroked my hair, feeling a little envious.

"Finally someone we can communicate with. Here, your budget report approval, task documents. Hurry up and get the signatures, I'm still in a hurry to eat."

The others looked at us with interest, who asked, "Is this your son, Squalo?" and was immediately yelled at by Ao Jiao, who gave him countless sword energy.They were lively, but I somehow remembered a song, how did I sing it... I don't know how to plow the fields and graze people to bet, why did I invent what is called a horse? Could it be that I want a horse to give birth to a son for you? ...

When I didn't pay attention, I laughed out loud.

"What strange things are you thinking about, rubbish!!!"

He turned around and yelled at me.I rubbed my ears.

"If you don't want tonsils to get inflamed, stop yelling all the time. Then the mission is done, goodbye silly shark~"

Someone muttered about how funny the nicknames you two have for each other.

"No," I said, "we're just friends with benefits."

"The size of the gun buddy!!!"

He cut a huge crack in the ground with his sword, which looked like a huge scar.

"Come with me!!" he said.

"I don't, I want to eat." I walked towards the door, "There is a limited supply of thin-crust pizza recently..."

"I'll invite you later."

Squalo grabbed the back of my clothes and insisted on walking in.It's not that I can't break free, but when he said please eat, I hesitated.

"What do you want to invite?" I said, I am very economical, "No food below 50 Euros."

"More than 50 euros is fine!!! You can eat whatever you want!!! Hey, can't you have something else in your mind!!!" He was so angry that he should drink some coptis water, Look at the ferocious hanging eyes, the gray-blue eyes are almost bleeding.

"All right, all right, then what do you want to do?" It was the uncle who invited me to dinner.

"Come to my room."

He spoke neatly, with the greasiness that only men have for a while, hehehe.It seems that not only did I instantly get what he meant, but the people around me also instantly got it.

To say that I don't want to do it at all would be too much of an act; I said that I have no resistance to beauty, and I really need to vent when I have a lot of stress and a lot of emotions.Can……

"It's still daytime."

He was even more upset, and there might be a bit of gritted resentment: "I'm not free at night."

Considering that I am not free at night, and if I miss this village, this shop will be gone, so I quickly agreed.

In this way, I, a nominal member of the periphery of Balian, often ran on both ends, met Spelby Squalo more than before, and developed into a long-term bed partner logically.

This is the history of my relationship with Spelby Squalo.

Later, when I had some female colleagues I knew well, I realized that the women who could get along in the mafia were basically raising fresh meat by themselves, and the business scope and sleeping scope of the vase female secretary were different.Little fresh meats can have no face, but their body and skills must be very good, so that my colleagues can be satisfied.They persuaded me to raise one too, which is very good for relaxing.

I was quite eager to make a move, and I almost took actual action.But "almost" means that I didn't do it after all.In fact, I followed my colleagues to the door of the coffee shop, and I really wanted to get to know Xiao Xianrou as I would a blind date, but suddenly, I felt horrible when I thought that I was going to entangle with a stranger Panic.After taking three deep breaths, I still couldn't overcome this sense of fear, so I chose to turn around and run.

How did the son say it?You have to be counseled, follow your heart!

It’s not that I have any outdated single-mindedness, or that I can’t let go of my sex—after so many years in the mafia world, no matter how shy and reserved I am, it will be broken into slag, follow me The hearts of law-abiding and good citizens are gone with the wind.

The point is, I found that I couldn't let my guard down and hug a stranger.That kind of picture - just imagine - the kind of picture of being in close contact with a strange man, you see him being gentle, affectionate, personable, caring for you with sweet words, but what is he thinking in his heart?Will he suddenly turn his face?He's dealing with the mafia, is it really possible for him to be what he looks like?Is it undercover, Mr.Spy, even if it is not, is he planning to use you to rise to power and gain power, so as to start a new struggle—just like Julien in "The Red and the Black"?

Just imagining it scares me.I was afraid that at the moment when it was supposed to be tender and sweet, I would be so scared that I could not breathe, and even lose my mind and strangle Xiao Xianrou to death on the bed.

I may be a little out of my mind.No, it's my fault that I can survive tenaciously until now and my spirit is completely normal.I have long been far away from the former Lin Zhongyue, and I know this.

... In order to keep the most essential things, I have worked very hard.And the slightly less important parts, I'm exhausted and really struggling to juggle.

But I also need someone by my side.I mean, on the material level, in the absolute sense of "being around someone."

It's hard to explain why, but it's a bit like a bow and arrow. No matter how good a bow is, it can't be stretched all the time. It has to be loosened and oiled from time to time. It's best if the owner can be more affectionate. Chat with the bow, play some music or something, so as to maintain the power of the bow and arrow.

Human beings are like that too, demanding even more than a bow.Otherwise, why do you think everyone is looking for a bed partner?The complete relaxation brought about by that moment of absence is really important.

And I... And I, a person with a whole world more memory than others, seems to want more.

I want love, I want wholehearted trust, I want unconditional support and encouragement, I want, I want... I want to live a happy life in the sense of a normal person.

In the short term, this is impossible, so the next best thing is that I at least want to have someone around me, who can relax in that short time, close my eyes in the warmth of a hug, and pretend to be everything I want I've got it all, pretending I'm having a sweet dream.

Unfortunately, however much I don't want to admit it, the reality is that the only person who currently meets that standard is Spelby Squalo.You see, I said reality is violent.You mean Dino Gabrielone?He can't.He wants to live a happy and happy life of whitewashing his family, revitalizing his industry, marrying a wife and having children, so there is no need to get involved with me.

Yeah yeah, I'm a person who thinks too much.

but……

I love having sex/love with Spelby Squalo.Whenever I close my eyes and open them again, I feel my heartbeat slowly transitioning from fierce to calm, and the human temperature hugs me tightly. Only then can I really feel that I am still a human being. And alive.

How strange that a person who started out yelling about killing me, chopping me up, and cutting me up when we first met turned out to be the only person I could hug with my eyes closed.

With a feeling I don't understand myself, I know that whether or not Spelby Squalo is actually going to kill me in the future, at least then... at least when we're closest to each other, he'll just Give hugs, not cuts.

This is enough.

The author has something to say: I don't know where to put it, so I didn't directly state it in the article. Those who are interested can search for "skin hunger and thirst".Although it does not seem to be a serious academic term, similar phenomena and psychology exist.

It’s easy to drive when you’re under a lot of pressure. For example, I’m supposed to be writing a thesis==