inferior possession

Chapter 1 Wedges

That is to say, the deer was woken up by the cold wind of the air conditioner.

He huddled in the corner of the sofa, with nothing covering his body, and his thin shirt became dry, cold and hard because of the long-term blowing, and it made people shiver even more when it was attached to his body.

I raised my eyes to look at the air conditioner marked 16°C, and stared at the two numbers for a while, that is to say, the deer still compromised.

Shrunk tighter.

The air conditioner was turned on when Duan Congzhen was at home, and he dared not turn it off.

The heart was beating fast, but the body temperature gradually dropped, and the deer was lying unbearably, and suddenly felt a little short of breath.

He raised his hand and pinched the fabric of the neckline, that is, the deer sniffed, slipped off the sofa, staggered to the bedroom with bare feet, opened the closet, found his only coat, and took out a small pill from his pocket. bottle.

Holding the closet, holding the medicine bottle in the palm of his hand for a while, Ji Lu lowered his head and looked at the floor in front of him, feeling that the illusion in front of him seemed to be distorted.

After 10 minutes, the sudden feeling of suffocation quietly faded away.

Looking at the medicine bottle in his hand, Ji Lu swallowed hard.

You can't always rely on these drugs to maintain stability, and it will become more troublesome if you develop drug dependence.

Putting the small medicine bottle back into his pocket with exhaustion, Ji Lu raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glimpsed other clothes hanging in the closet out of the corner of his eye.

They are all from Duan Congzhen.

Trench coats, shirts, jackets, hoodies...

Neatly, hanging on the shelf safely and securely, the colors are harmonious and unified, which looks pleasing to the eye.

That is, the deer's eyes trembled slightly, looking at the clothes, his heart was pounding, he stretched out his hand in a strange way, his fingertips trembled when touching rough or smooth fabrics, and his breath froze for an instant.

Carefully tugging at the hem of his shirt, the deer approached a little closer, and gently sniffed it, which was unique to Dr. Duan, with a mixture of tobacco and disinfectant, which filled his heart instantly.

It seemed that even the restless anxiety in his nerves gradually calmed down.

It is simply more effective than the medicines I have been taking.

Missing him so much, Ji Lu sighed softly, the apex of his heart became aching because of such anxious and deep longing.

But Duan Congzhen hasn't come back yet.

Jilu closed the closet door, crossed his hands, stroked his arms, and slowly walked back to the living room, retracted to the corner of the sofa, and before falling asleep, he subconsciously took a look at the silent hallway.

Which man will he bring home tonight?

At 04:30 in the morning, there was a rustling sound in my ear.

Ji Lu woke up from the nightmare of half-dream and half-awake, opened his lead-filled eyelids with difficulty, and glanced at the dimly lit entrance.

Sitting cross-legged in the dark corner of the sofa, his body was blown a little cool by the air conditioner. Ji Lu drooped his head, glanced at the bustling city outside the balcony, sneezed, and raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose expressionlessly.

Behind him, there was a depressing conversation with a slight smile in the hallway.

A familiar voice was caught in the ear, that is, the deer got up from the sofa in an instant, and looked at the door in surprise and expectation.

His eyes dimmed the moment he saw the strange man behind Duan Congzhen.

He watched them in silence, their clothes hanging on the hangers at the entrance, smelling of alcohol, road dust, and a bustling, decadent night.

Slowly clenched his fist, and pierced his fingertips into the scarred palm, that is, the deer huddled in the corner of the sofa that was so dark that there was no light, his eyes were indifferent, looking at the men who behaved intimately, and he tried his best to keep calm amidst the sharp pain in his palm.

The conversation continued.

Then go quiet.

They went into the bedroom.

The author says:

Please collect it ww

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【Mine clearance warning】

1. Suffering from mental illness, Gong will deliberately conduct mental manipulation (including but not limited to moral kidnapping and "gaslighting"), and this behavior will not be whitewashed.

2. The writing is rough and the plot is simple, but I will try to write the story logically.

3. There is a chasing wife. HE

4. I prefer the setting of hypocrites and scumbags, so I will write according to Shuang's own standards.

5. [Highlight Reminder] Please do not imitate what the characters in the article do, and if you meet these poisonous people in the article in reality, please stay away as soon as possible, stay away as soon as possible, stay away as soon as possible! !Treasures should cherish life and stay away from garbage dumpers! !

6. It's very bloody, you can quit at any time if you feel unattractive or accept incompetence, quit at any time, quit at any time.

7. The three views are not correct, and this article does not use the CN legal system, please do not substitute reality