To Goddess

Roy just hugged me like this, I don't know how long it took, my crying gradually became quieter, and her shoulders were wet a lot, and I realized that this pajamas were my clothes, and it seemed a bit of a loss.

I sniffed and pressed her shoulders and stepped back a little away from her, but with such a move, the snot in my nose pulled a long thread with my movement, and the other end stood on my pool of tears.

The crying stopped immediately, and Roy and I looked into each other's eyes, and then the snot came out.

God, I want to die.

let me die.

Roy laughed first, turned around and took the paper box beside the bed, took two and pressed them against my nose, and then took a few more and pressed them on her shoulders.

It was already like this, so I simply blew my nose regardless of the image, and threw it into the trash can after blowing, she took two more, and I blew again.

This way you come and go, it makes me refreshed a lot, she took another sheet to wipe away the tears on my face, and said, "Why do you cry so much?"

I snatched her paper angrily and glared at her.

It's not that you asked me to say it, I planned to rot this matter in my stomach, it's not that you always want to know.

She gave me another sheet, seeming to understand what I was thinking, and said in a slightly higher voice, "Are you still reasonable?"

I pursed my lips and smiled, blinking my eyes and feeling that my eyelashes were so wet, I looked at her and said weakly, "I just apologized."

You see, I'm just so cowardly, I'm wilted as soon as she mentions it.

Roy said, "I want to hit you."

I paused, I've been with Chen Ling for a long time recently, and my whole mind is a bit wretched. When she said this, I subconsciously felt that she was going to fuck.

Hanging or something, so shy.

Keke I replied: "Don't slap your face."

After she finished speaking, she raised her palm and patted my head.

Damn, hit it if you say it.

When my mother knocked on the door, I was still lying on the bed and didn't get up. Roy kicked me. I looked up at her. Her eyes signaled me that she was going to open the door, so I rolled around and hid under the covers. , opened a corner to peek.

Roy opened the door, and she asked, "Auntie, what's the matter?"

From this angle, there is only her back, but I think Roy should be smiling.

When Roy talks to others with a smile, she looks very kind, like a harmless girl. I liked her smiling face so much at first, but later I found that she smiled at everyone like this.

But she is only fierce to me, and sometimes she beats me like just now. This is all fierce love, love beats.

Is this my privilege? I really like it.

Hahaha, I am slightly shaking m.

My mother asked: "Have you slept one by one? I just heard someone crying."

I shrank back under the quilt.

Roy smiled: "We are watching a movie, maybe the sound is too loud."

"Well, I also want to ask you if you want to eat supper. Now that you have gone to bed one by one, then..."

I immediately yelled: "Mom, I want to eat dumplings."

"You're not asleep." My mother yelled inside, and asked Roy, "What are you eating?"

Roy looked back at me, and I looked through a crack in the quilt, her eyes were full of smiles, and she said, "It's the same as her."

After my mother left, Roy locked the door behind her. This action made me suddenly afraid. If my mother had knocked on the door a few minutes earlier, wouldn't she have seen me crying.

When I think about it, I panic.

I told Roy this question, and Roy asked me after listening, "If she asked you why you were crying, how would you answer it?"

Without thinking about it, I said, "Say you bullied me."

Roy pinched a big wet shoulder and asked, "Why did I bully you?"

"It doesn't matter, it's you who bullied me anyway."

You see, after crying, I became hypocritical and dared to act like a baby to her.However, she ignored me.

I looked at her profile and asked, "Do you want to change clothes?"

As I said that, I got up and went to look in the closet. I haven’t lived at home for a long time. Most of the clothes here are old clothes, probably worn in college. It was already very difficult for me to find the one she was wearing.

A few minutes later, after rummaging through boxes and cabinets, I finally found a dress that looked new from another box and threw it to her. Only then did I realize that what the teacher said about the consequences is very true. I can’t cry casually in the future, and I have no clothes to wear. all.

Roy took it and glanced left and right, "This skirt is so familiar, have you worn it?"

Damn, why do you have such a good memory.

This is the dress I wore on our first date, it's girly pink!

What does the first date mean? It is the first date after we are together. Those who have not been together before are not counted. At most, it can only be called to accompany her to the street.

From this, I sigh, between lovers, whether it is address, festival, item, or going to bed, there is a set of sayings.

That morning my roommate specially put on makeup for me, so you may think it is an exaggerated makeup, but my roommate is very good, they put on light makeup for me, there is no other meaning, mainly to make up my recent acne Cover it up, and put on eyeliner and mascara to make my eyes bigger and make me look cuter.

But they insisted that Roy would burn himself when he saw me.

Seeing that I didn't show the above reaction, Roy said, "Xue Lingyi, why are you doing this?"

I scratched my head in embarrassment. Before, my hair was loosely placed, so I forgot that today's hairstyle is a little delicate. As a result, my head scratching action directly scratched a bunch of hair from my head.

She burst out laughing.

What a bad start.

Oh, by the way, I was wearing this pink skirt that day, why didn’t I stop wearing it later, firstly, I’m not very used to wearing skirts, secondly, what she said that day, Xue Lingyi, why are you acting like this? , In my opinion, the eyes are disgust and ridicule, and they are staring at my skirt.

I packed my itinerary that day and did what all couples would do, watching movies, shopping, snacks, etc., but I regretted it in the evening, so what do I do tomorrow when I am so full?

It took me two hours to arrange the itinerary yesterday, so that today's projects are seamlessly connected.

So don't be so impulsive in the future, take everything slowly, one by one, is it possible to repeat what you did today when you go out tomorrow?Idiot?

Roy went to the bathroom to change and came out and asked me, "How is it?"

I nodded: "It's pretty."

She suddenly smiled, "Why didn't you wear it later?"

I laughed.

She said, "Are you afraid that I will laugh at you?"

I laughed again.

She added: "It's really not suitable for you to wear this dress."

I said Roy, please don't be so honest.

Because I was going out to eat dumplings, I realized that it's not good to have tears in my eyes, but I can't let Roy bring it in for me. I guess my mother will break my leg, so Roy thought of a way.

She said that sucking the tears from her eyelashes would do the trick.

So then we started this delicate project.

She sat on the bed, and I half-kneeled in front of her. She took out a tissue, and the man with her mouth pursed came over, and rolled my eyelids up with one hand.

I stepped back immediately: "What are you doing?"

"That's the only way to suck it clean." She stretched out her hand again as she spoke.

I avoided: "This is so ugly."

She was impatient: "I haven't seen what you look like, come here."

Have you ever seen me without clothes on?Have you ever seen panting in bed?Have you seen my extreme top look?

Xue Lingyi, you have the guts to think, you have the guts to say it.

I have no guts, how about it.

So she turned my eyelids up fiercely, and when I turned it over, two Roys appeared in front of my eyes, one on top and one on the bottom, and I wanted to poke my hand out to see which Roy was the real Roy , But I stretched out my hand and found that my hand became two left and right.

If my two hands are real hands, it means that the two Roy in front of me are real Roy, then why there are two Roy, obviously there is only one Roy, so there must be a Roy Fake, this will inevitably lead to one of my hands being fake, but why my hands are fake, I really feel their existence.

Don't know what I'm talking about, I don't know either.

She is so close to me, she is so careful, so attentive, what else can I do besides thinking wildly?

Is it possible to kiss her?

What a joke.

After one eye was finished, she changed the other one, and we moved each other, so we found that she was one centimeter closer to me.

At a deadly distance, I sat blindly looking at her, but maybe not at her, but at something else through her, but what, I didn't know.

You see, I'm starting to think about it again.

After it was over, she held my dull face and looked around, nodded and threw the tissue into the trash can: "It's ok."

I oh.

Before going out to eat dumplings, I took a look in the mirror, and sure enough, this method is very effective. Who would have known that I had a broken liver just now?

It turns out that only you know about sadness and you remember it.

Mom's dumplings are not very delicious as always, and they can only barely satisfy the hunger, but compared to other midnight snacks, this is already a high-quality food.

The noodles she cooks are so salty that you can’t help waking up to drink water in the middle of the night. Her soup noodles can be eaten as noodles, but her main dishes are pretty good, so there is no need for them. I usually don’t eat her snacks. At night, because she had to rush to watch the TV series at ten o'clock, she didn't care about it at all.

I was crying and hungry just now.

Halfway through eating, I asked Roy, "If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to eat it."

Roy dipped some juice: "Very good."

When she answered this sentence, my mother was sitting next to her, and she turned to stare at me in the direction of the TV, "You don't want to eat."

I chuckled: "It's delicious."

What about your sincerity, Roy!Where did you go!