My Rabbit "Mr"

In a trance, it seemed that something cool surrounded him.The taste is so familiar.

In the haze, Nezha opened his eyes.

Short blue hair, familiar side face, someone he misses day and night.

"Ao Bing..." He called softly, and stretched out his hand.

Hearing his voice, the man froze for a moment.

Not long after, he felt soft under his body, as if he had been put on the bed.

"Ao Bing..." Nezha continued to call, and when he saw the man got up and was about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Don't go, okay..." he sobbed.

If this is a dream, let this dream last longer.At least in my dream I can see you, touch you, kiss you...

Nezha half-kneeled up, stretched out his arms to hook the man's neck, carefully climbed up to him, approached tentatively, and kissed his lips little by little like a dragonfly.

The man didn't refuse, nor did he respond. Nezha felt as if he was kissing an ice sculpture—even an ice sculpture would melt, but the man didn't respond.

"Ao Bing...Look, I can read your name now, won't you leave me?"

"Don't be angry with me, okay?"

He stretched out his hand, pinned the hanging blue silk behind his ear, took off his glasses, held up his face, and looked at it carefully.

"Ao Bing...do you hate me that much..."

Why are you still so indifferent even in your dream...

Nezha continued to kiss him, his lips were wet with tears.He unbuttoned each other's clothes one by one, and kissed each other little by little.His fingers touched the cool belt buckle, he hesitated for a moment, and then he untied it.

He was a little rusty and a little shy, wiped the dirt on his face, raised his head, and smiled. "Ao Bing, this will make you happy, right? Are you happy? Have you forgiven me?"

As if touched by this smile, the man finally moved.He bent down and pressed Nezha on the bed, showing no tenderness at all.

"Don't laugh at me like that..." he growled. "What is your happy expression? Are you pitying me again?"

"I...I didn't..." Physiological tears kept flowing, and Nezha felt that he was about to be torn apart, and the pain prevailed. He begged for mercy, but the other party ignored him, like an emotionless machine .

Nezha struggled, scratching blood marks on his back in pain, and a few blue-green scales peeled off.

After that, he lost consciousness and fell asleep.

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