Eleven's Bedtime Stories

2.

Because he was really dirty, the first thing I did when I brought him home was to let him take a shower in the bathroom. After I finished speaking, I realized that I was stupid—he didn’t understand at all, I said it was useless.

But in fact, he actually understood.

He can even undress, put water on, and stand up.

It happens to everyone, but to a man made to look like a dog—it's really funny.

Funny to make people laugh.

I threw his out-of-the-ordinary clothes directly into the trash can. Since he can take a bath, everything will be easy to handle.

Men are indeed killers.

The wounds on my body proved everything, apart from other wounds, the conspicuous gunshot wound on the lower abdomen must have been caused by me.

He let me look at him dumbly, and I wanted to test how far he had been raped, so I went to the bedroom and found the gun, and pointed at his head while he was cleaning his body.

He should know what this is.

Because at the moment I pointed the gun at him, he immediately rushed towards me, his outstretched hand was clearly trying to grab something in my hand, his movement was very fast, I was frightened by him, and couldn't help but I pulled the trigger—well, but I forgot to pull the safety catch.

How ridiculous that I should make such a mistake.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the next counterattack, for a long time, so long that I counted to three in my head, but I still didn't get any touch, let alone pain.

I opened my eyes, he was very close to me, right in front of me, the muzzle of the gun was only about a centimeter away from touching his forehead, he looked at me with empty eyes, as if his hands were weak Hanging on the sides - even if I shoot, he will not resist.

What happened at that moment just now should be just his instinctive reaction.

Great.

It's amazing.

I was so angry that I slapped the man's face with my backhand, tugged at the neckline, and stepped out of the bathroom.

I feel sick.

I'm not a good person, I don't have any kindness - if there is, it was a long time ago, but now I am often scolded that your conscience has been eaten by dogs, but I consider myself a good citizen, I thought I had seen too much What a disgusting thing, I thought I was numb, I thought I could be calm, but in fact, I overestimated myself.

How stupid am I supposed to be to take this disgusting thing home?

This Mr. Assassin is named Xiao Cheng. I was afraid of him for a long time. I even hired a team of mercenaries to guard against him. People are amazing.

But now?

After being made into such a disgusting appearance, why didn't that person just let Xiao Cheng die?

Well, I admit, I admire this man a lot.

Powerful people always command the loathing—and respect—of people like us.

But the way it looks now just makes me sick to my stomach.

I closed my eyes and thought about it, and then opened my eyes after I caught the sound of the bathroom door opening in my ears. He has returned to the kneeling and crawling posture, with his waist slumped and his buttocks raised, exercising the muscles from his body. Toned muscles became a means of seduction.

He crawled over.

Carefully, slowly, observing me.

All this is reminding me that I picked up a toy that others don't want - I don't like other people's things, not to mention, it's a dog that others don't want. Dogs, things like this, recognize the owner - others can't keep them. Familiar with a dog that has had an owner.

I think my head must have been kicked by a donkey before, otherwise how could I pick this thing up to disgust myself?

Forget it, throw it away.