The male god on the other side looks over

Good weather on March 2014, 3

When writing this diary, he was lying on my hospital bed and sleeping peacefully, his lips were slightly pursed, but there was a kind of sexiness that I couldn't resist, which made me want to kiss Fangze.

His sleeping face is very calm, his eyebrows are stretched, and even his lines are slightly softer than usual. When you get close, you can faintly hear his nasal snoring, which is very cute.

In fact, I endured for a long time before I decided to write this diary. The only difference is that after this, I will show him everything. The diary is equivalent to dissecting my heart. He exposes all of me.It's just because I've never been more aware than I am now that I simply can't live without him, and that I can give him all I have if I can't lose him.

Before I met him, I never thought I would be so madly infatuated with someone.His voice, his appearance and even his breath, like a madman, tightly entangled my mind, making it difficult for me to get out.

I will never forget the day when we first met.

It was the welcome event for the new year of the college. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans, pulling a suitcase and standing in the sun, stretching out a hand to cover his forehead, squinting at the admission slip in his hand, ordinary The movement made my breathing abruptly stop at that moment.

The feelings came inexplicably, my heart beat fast, and a feeling that made my whole body tremble rose from the depths of my heart, and I even clearly heard the sound of myself swallowing saliva.

"Hi, do you need my help?"

I had to work very hard to suppress it so that the other party would not notice that my voice was trembling with excitement. When he raised his eyes and looked at me, I only felt that the string of reason in my mind was about to break.

It's not that I don't believe in love at first sight, it's just that it's hard to believe that I will fall in love at first sight, but at that time I suddenly felt that this kind of feeling was not as unreasonable as before.

In the ten minutes of talking with him, I have fantasized about pressing him under me^ and playing with him several times, his expression when he orgasmed, the touch of his legs tightly wrapped around my waist, and the fine moan^ Moan.

Once the dirty desire is ignited, it will be out of control. I almost greedily watch his every move from a corner where he doesn't know, even the ups and downs of breathing will make me feel morbid pleasure.

It was hard for me to take my eyes off him, the way he lowered his head and blinked his eyelashes made me feel itchy like a cat scratching.

In fact, I never thought that I was a gentleman or really behaved like they said. After I met him again, I split into two extremes. I wanted to hold him in my arms and whisper softly, and at the same time To make him cry with joy for me, I can only make him feel friendly with my tender side.

Due to the relationship between my studies and the branch, I have had little contact with him since the beginning of school, and even rarely met him again, but my feeling for him has not weakened over time, on the contrary, it has become stronger and stronger.

I think I was stunned, thinking that he has unknowingly become a part of my life, from simple preferences to complicated living habits, to phone numbers and specific home addresses, I gradually began to understand.

I would go to borrow the books he borrowed from the library, sit where he sat at dinner, watch him get in the car every day and then walk to the gate of the college the next morning pretending to be inadvertently waiting for him to appear Sometimes, he would even slip quietly downstairs to look at the window of his room in a daze, even if all he saw was a reflection.

I secretly collected everything about him, from the old shirts he discarded to the erasers he threw away before they were used up, and they were all intact in the collection box in my room.

I am amused by my own behavior but I take it for granted. This relationship that started with love at first sight, I can only stand in the position of secret love.

I dare not confess, for a normal man, being confessed by a person of the same gender would not feel much better, obviously at that time I classified him as a man of normal sexual orientation, I was afraid of my own One wrong move will make him feel disgusted by me.But that doesn't mean that I will give up my relationship just like that. God knows when I saw him with that gorilla... Well, I admit that it might not be appropriate to secretly stab a villain, but because of the identity of that person It's his friend, and I can't do it easily.

The morbid paranoia and possessiveness make me more and more dissatisfied. I want to touch him, touch him, kiss him, let him belong to me completely, and just look at me. This kind of feeling tortures me almost every day. In the later period, I even came up with the crazy idea of ​​imprisoning him, and it took me a long time to calm myself down.

I started to deliberately create some encounters to get in touch with him, and gradually got to know him better, but in the end it was just an ordinary friend, which made me very dissatisfied.

After nearly eleven more months of suffering, I finally felt that I should take the initiative.

I started following him and even moved across the street from his house, buying new binoculars just for that.

The way he looked after the shower was sexy as hell, I still remember my bottom was so hard it hurt, I wanted to go up there and fuck him hard.But I'm afraid that was the only time that feasted my eyes. After that, I rarely saw the other party's appearance after the bath. After all, he didn't forget to draw the curtain every time.

After that, everything went smoothly, and I created more opportunities to get in touch with him, and even started to try to capture his heart. When I was jealous or depressed, I would tease him in the most direct way .

I used my other self to successfully make him rely on me and get closer to me, and when I confirmed that he also had feelings for me, I was ecstatic.

I kissed his lips as I wished, and they were softer than I imagined. Looking at his slightly widened eyes in surprise, it was really hard for me to maintain that calm look.

I kissed him almost greedily, and hugged him, like a traveler wandering in the desert and finally found his own oasis water source.

He could easily make me lose control, have no sense of presence, and no composure, which was evident in me after our relationship.

Perhaps the more I cared, the more I was afraid of losing. After the relationship between the two, I dreamed more than once of the car accident more than ten years ago. I dreamed that the woman twisted a painful face and pushed my so-called father out of the car. Blown to pieces by the exploding car.

In fact, even if she didn't push the man to get out of the car, the man would have escaped and got out of the car smoothly, because... this car accident was carefully arranged by himself. What's even more ridiculous is that the woman probably knew about it. It's a trap but I would rather sacrifice myself to fulfill the impossible love.

touching?Not at all, I just feel very stupid.

I will always be kind to those who care about me. I can’t be like that woman. I don’t blame her, nor do I hate that so-called father. It’s just that the softest part of my heart was destroyed when I first learned the truth. up.

I will never let go of the person I care about. If someone hurts me, I will pay him back a hundred times.

The distorted obsession has caused the current possessiveness. From the pain at the beginning to the composure later, it just takes time to get used to it.

Jealousy is a sharp weapon. Before I got him completely, my inner anxiety spread like a black hole every day.

I dare not tell him my ugly side, and I dare not expose my true self. Every day seems to be sweet but I always feel that there is an invisible gap between them.

I became more and more afraid and extreme, and I would have nightmares every day when I fell asleep, and the cycle repeated.

The more I was afraid, the more things would happen. He finally found out about the diary. Should I be glad that he didn't see a series of photos hidden in my room?

I waited downstairs at his house for a long, long time and made countless phone calls, but in the end I received a text message from him breaking up.

I don't know how I got into the hospital. When I opened my eyes, there was already a white ceiling.

His appearance surprised me, but it was more of a kind of helpless obscurity, which was getting stronger and stronger in my heart, and almost made my whole body sink into decadence.

If you don't like it, then why come to the hospital to see me?Is it pathetic or deliberate mockery?

I admit that I lost my mind that morning, I didn't know what I was talking about, and I woke up suddenly after watching him walk out of the room with red eyes.

Wang Zesheng, Wang Zesheng, has become an obsession of mine, how could I let it go so easily.

I can change everything for him, but I can't give up everything for him. I'm not stupid. If I don't have the ability and capital, what can I ask him to just stay by my side.

My love is humble, and in another aspect, it may be considered contemptible, but I can't control my feelings for him at all. I don't know what will happen in the future, and now I just want to be with him He is together.

Want to love him, want to spoil him, want to be the person in his heart, this feeling has not changed from the beginning.

Am I crazy?Yes, I can't wait to bite him into pieces and swallow him into my stomach, so that no matter whether it's blood or flesh, they can fuse with me, and we can't be separated, but I don't want to.

I like the way he pursed his lips, the way he was in a daze, and the way he looked dependent when he called me senior.

Wang Zesheng is a drug, a drug that only makes me addicted. I can't quit but I don't want to quit.

He can completely stay in my arms, and I am willing to support everything for him, as long as he gives everything to me and stays by my side willingly.

Zesheng, you are reading this diary, right? This is the real me, a humble man who loves you madly, his name is Yu Shihang.