Lucid dreaming

The bedrooms are large.It's very beautiful, even a girl's boudoir, with a faint floral fragrance in the air.The big bed in the middle is very domineering, occupying 40% of the space, and the rest is full of soft cushions, sofas, and matching cabinets; the six-layer bookshelf with exquisite workmanship beside the bed is full of half-new books that are not old, and the pages are starting to turn yellow. Book.

In this elegant and gentle room with no sexual atmosphere, Wang Jiayi suddenly realized that he came out only wrapped in a bath towel, which was really too bold.As soon as he turned his head, Master Shao sat on the milky white sofa in the corner and looked at him.

When Wang Jiayi was taking a shower, he took off his shiny suit and put on a soft pajamas.Like a hard candy wrapped in a soft sugar wrapper.Master Shao closed the book in his hand, put it on the side cabinet, and beckoned him to come over.

Wang Jiayi walked over, and the carpet under his feet was another kind of softness. There was not much difference between overlooking the young master and being overlooked by the young master.

Wang Jiayi felt a weight on his waist, and the young master put his hands on his waist, pulled him into his arms, and moved close to him smoothly, his nose almost touching his body, took a deep breath, and said: "I forgot to tell You, next time you want to use the yellow one, I like that taste."

Wang Jiayi nodded, and after thinking for a moment, he asked nervously, "Isn't this for washing pets?"

Master Shao couldn't help smiling, and said, "Of course not, but you have to use the yellow one. If you don't know where it is, just ask me. Do you understand?"

Wang Jiayi nodded obediently.

The young master's fingers passed through his hair, stroking gently, as if feeling the softness and smoothness of the hair, and then moved down to his face, moving with pity and tenderness, like stroking a statue that was finally auctioned.Feeling his slightly dry fingertips, Wang Jiayi made sure that he didn't feel any nausea or nausea in his heart. When his slender fingers touched his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and moistened his slightly dry fingertips.

The Young Master's movements stopped, his fingertips rested on his lips, and his voice was low: "You don't have to do this."

The look in his eyes and the meaning of his words are completely different.Having already decided on a romantic relationship, there is no need to play hard to get. Wang Jiayi took the young master's hand, kissed his fingers lightly, then knelt down and blocked his lips.

The young master was stunned for a moment, grabbed his shoulder, and pushed him away slowly and firmly.

Wang Jiayi stopped moving.The young head reached out to stroke his head again.Fingers stroked his skin inch by inch, rubbing repeatedly.After touching for a while, the young master suddenly slid along the sofa and sat on the ground, looking at him face to face.

Wang Jiayi tried his best to maintain the superficial calm, but the calm didn't last long, the young master suddenly hugged him and buried his head in his shoulder.Wang Jiayi felt a violent tremor on his shoulders, and Master Shao was panting or crying.

He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Young Master..."

"Hush." ​​The young master said dully, "Don't make any noise."

His voice was hoarse and he was crying.Hot tears wet Wang Jiayi's shoulders, his chest heaved violently, and the sound of a heartbeat that belonged to no one knew who it belonged to echoed violently. Wang Jiayi forcibly maintained calm, and his heart was turbulent.He slowly raised his hand, hugged the young master's shoulder, and patted him gently.

Young master felt his arm and hugged him even tighter.There was a murmur mixed with the crying, the young head seemed to be apologizing, but the voice was vague and unclear.Wang Jiayi wanted to listen carefully, but the young master only said vaguely.

Affected by the heavy and sour emotions, Wang Jiayi also felt a little sour.Some vague memories rose from my heart.He also wanted to cry in someone else's arms like this, asking that person to forgive him for what he had done.Adults will no longer have the opportunity to cry freely.The feelings gradually weathered and stiffened, shrinking into a small hard stone together with the heart.Tears have been there, but buried deeper and deeper.

The crying seemed to last for a long time, and Wang Jiayi felt his legs were a little numb. The master finally let go of him, opened the cabinet next to him, took out a pack of unopened wet wipes from the second drawer, and awkwardly Tear off the seal of the wipes.

Seeing his fingers slipping, Wang Jiayi hurriedly took the wet wipes and gave them to the leader.

The young master stared at Wang Jiayi's quick movements with his red eyes, took the wet wipe, said "thank you" in a hoarse voice, and wiped his cheeks and the tip of his nose.Wang Jiayi sealed the wet wipe as carefully and slowly as possible, and looked at him cautiously.

Master Shao kneaded the wet wipe into a ball and squeezed it tightly: "Remember what I told you, you look like someone I know."

Wang Jiayi nodded, saying that it would be a ghost if he could forget.If it weren't for this ex-boyfriend, he probably wouldn't have any interaction with the young master in his life.

"I can't lose him again."

Wang Jiayi nodded, rolled his eyes inwardly, reached out to take the ball of wet wipes and prepared to throw it in the trash can.Master Shao went back and opened the first drawer, took out a red silk golden bell, and put it on Wang Jiayi's neck like presenting an award to an athlete.After putting it on, looking at it left and right, and stroking it lightly, the golden bell made a small and crisp sound.

Wang Jiayi's groin was aching, and just being stared at by this gaze gave him a strong feeling in his waist.

He raised his hand to hold the young master's hand, but the young master suddenly stood up: "I'm going to take a bath too."

There are more than one bathrooms in his house. From the sofa, you can see a sink in the half-open door next to the wardrobe.But the young master left the room, obviously seeking far away.Wang Jiayi watched him leave, sat alone on the carpet to appease the changes in his body, picked up the red silk ribbon casually, and looked at the golden bell.

This should be an old object with age, the patterns are worn out, and the look is old-fashioned, not like modern jewelry.Could it be the relic of that ex-boyfriend? He would suddenly wear such a thing on him.

Wang Jiayi threw down the golden bell, intending to send this thing to the temple to exorcise evil spirits as soon as possible.The movement was a little louder, and he accidentally bumped into the drawer next to him, and heard a crisp jingle.

The sound came not only from the golden bell on his wrist, but also from the drawer.Curious, he slowly opened the drawer, took a look inside, and was startled, the inside was full of layers of red silk and golden bells.

He picked up one, looked at the length, it should not be worn on the wrist, and compared it, it was not worn on the neck either.Probably worn on the ankle.This piece of red silk is bright in color and has a clear pattern of bells. Compared with the old bells around his neck, anyone can tell that this is something new.The other red silks are long and short, there are about twelve or three, enough to cover every part of his body.

He rang the bell again, judging from the color of the light, it was probably real gold, not gold-plated brass.According to his few experience in shopping malls, there are no counters selling this kind of jewelry in the mall.

Could it be that he was wrong, this golden bell is not the former boyfriend's?

He put the golden bell back and opened the next drawer, which contained several large packages of unopened wet wipes piled up like bricks.Why does this kind of thing occupy a drawer by itself.Does the head of the family often play with wet wipes?

Tired of kneeling on the ground, he changed his posture and leaned on the sofa, and put his arms on the sofa cushion. He suddenly found thin strangle marks on the legs of the sofa, as if someone had used a thin wire or a thin chainsaw. Wandering around in circles here.He touched the strangle mark, and the area around the mark was smooth and flat, and the mark should have been left a long, long time ago.

It was uncomfortable to hold on to the wipes all the time.He straightened up and looked around for a trash basket or wastebasket to throw the wipes in.Seeing a wastebasket next to the sofa, he glanced at the distance.When I lowered my head, the Ukiyo-e wallpaper in front of my eyes was very dark. Would rich people make reliefs on the wall?

He threw away the wet towel and reached out to touch it. It wasn't three-dimensional, but there was a considerable degree of unevenness underneath.It seems that something was nailed here, but it was removed later, and this wallpaper was used as a cover.

So, this sofa is indeed not new, it is a bit outdated.

Wang Jiayi suddenly remembered something, and reopened the second drawer. Sure enough, the edges of the wet wipes package had turned yellow. He took out a package, and the production date on it was written ten years ago.

There was a whole drawer with five large packs of wet wipes, only the pack that the young head took out just now was freshly baked.

Why is there something ten years ago in this room? Has no one returned to this room for ten years?

Wang Jiayi listened for a while, and there was a faint sound of water coming from the end of the corridor, and the young master had to wash for a few more minutes anyway.He knew he shouldn't be rummaging without permission, but he couldn't help but turn around and pull the third drawer, which was blocked when he pulled it, and it was locked.

He gently pulled the cabinet twice, and then shook the cabinet. There was a heavy thing inside that trembled slightly. He shook the cabinet vigorously again, and the thing slid over and hit the cabinet wall with a bang.The sound is not too low, it should be similar to the iPad box.

He's heard that rich people keep a safe in their bedroom.Then the third drawer should contain a lot of money.Imagine opening a drawer, and you will see a lot of money, just like in a TV series, when a person lifts the bed sheet, the place where the mattress should be is full of pink RMB.Wang Jiayi couldn't help feeling dazzled for a while.

He stood up wrapped in a bath towel, walked to the bookshelf and looked carefully.He's not the type who likes to use his collection of books to diss other people, he just wants to know what Young Master likes to read, so that he can match his interests and talk about something Young Master likes.

At a cursory glance, those books are beautifully arranged, but upon closer inspection, these books are available in the original language and in Chinese, as well as novels and textbooks, but they all seem to be related to psychoanalysis.For example, in "Introduction to Psychoanalysis", he has never even heard the names of some novels, but the cover looks very ominous, with a sense of psychotic instability.The edges of each book are yellow, probably from ten years ago.

He put back the textbook he had accidentally pulled out, and picked up a book with a big face on the cover.

The name of the title page is "Americanpsycho", the American patient. I have heard of it but haven't seen it. It seems that it has been made into a movie. I don't know if the face of the man on the cover is an actor.

Wang Jiayi opened it and was startled again.Young master seemed to regard this book as an intensive reading textbook, underlined and highlighted everywhere, and wrote notes for unfamiliar words in the margins of the book.The dense English language dazzled him, and when he took a closer look, there was a sentence that he knew every word, and it was "Allitcomesdowntoisthis: Ifeellikeshitbutlookgreat."

I feel bad, but I look good.This sentence is always seen on those cultural shirts of keepcalmandcarryon, but I didn't expect it to come from here.Wang Jiayi silently memorized the title of the book. He will buy this book to read tomorrow. They are all people who have passed the sixth level. It should not be difficult to read a small book.

A layer of cool mist suddenly covered his body, Wang Jiayi sneezed a few times, and after realizing that he smelled a pungent smell, he hurriedly turned around, and the young leader who had changed into a set of pajamas stood behind him, holding a A yellow bottle, seeing him turn around, sprayed again.

It's not a perfume, it's a faint smell similar to inferior coconut essence, which doesn't meet the taste of Shao Dangjia's pursuit of exquisite fragrance.Wang Jiayi sneezed two more times, suspecting that he might be allergic to the smell.Shao Dangjia is not allergic, and finally satisfied with the spray, put the bottle on the bookshelf, and took out a set of pajamas from the bottom drawer of the cabinet.

Wang Jiayi received it in his hand. The material of the pajamas was good, but it was by no means new, and the corners and corners exuded an old feeling.He put on the pajamas and found that the clothes were one size smaller, with narrow shoulders and an inch of wrist and ankle exposed, like a child's costume.

He felt that he didn't fit well and didn't look good. The Young Leader was obviously very satisfied. He raised his hand and slid down his hairline, stroked his chin like a cat, then raised his face and stared at him.

Wang Jiayi held his hand and said, "Young master, it's time to rest."

Master Shao nodded silently, Wang Jiayi followed him into bed, pulled the quilt over the two of them, and with the movement of his legs, the pajamas became shorter, almost stuck under his knees like cropped trousers, Master Shao raised his hand in the Turning off the light at the head of the bed, she turned around and hugged him, tightly trapping him in her arms.

The smell on Shaodangjia's body was the same as the shower gel that Wang Jiayi translated just now. Wang Jiayi finally let go of his heart and knew that what he used was not for washing cats and dogs.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the next move of the headmaster, but all he got was the gradually even breathing and the heavy body temperature of the headmaster.

Master Shao fell asleep.

Wang Jiayi opened his eyes, staring at the side face of the young master in the dim light, he was so anxious that he wanted to swear.Two adults wash up and hug each other to sleep?Are you kidding, is it drinking at the player's house?

He tried to break free from the young master's arms, and with a slight movement, the bells around his neck rang wildly, just like a cat's collar.Wang Jiayi struggled a few times, but instead of struggling to get out, the young master moved, as if he could wake up at any time.Wang Jiayi gave up struggling, and tried to choose a more comfortable position to nest in the arms of the young master.

It's not comfortable being held.Wang Jiayi looked at the dark ceiling and thought, tonight is really the most wonderful night in history, I knew I was going to sleep in my arms, so I chose a comfortable position from the beginning and let him hug me.