Jealousy and I love you

No one understands the feeling of jealousy better than I do.

Liu Xun and I have known each other since we were 17 years old, and participated in the draft together when we were 20 years old. Now we have made our debut for ten years.These ten years, for Liu Xun, are nothing more than a snap of the fingers, eleven albums, sixteen contract endorsements, national tour concerts every two years, countless magazine covers and TV variety shows every year, and always Someone invited him, a non-graduate singer, to guest star in various movies and TV shows.

And ten years, for me, is an endless night.I also released an album the year the audition ended, because Liu Xun's composition and chorus were really popular.Later, Liu Xun climbed to one career peak after another, but I gradually fell to the bottom.I insisted not to have Liu Xun's participation in the second album, but of course it was a complete failure.The company asked me to move to the screen, but the only drama I filmed couldn't be aired for some reason.Later, my popularity was limited to being Liu Xun's close relatives, and every year there were several variety shows that required me to record a few episodes of friends breaking the news as highlights.Occasionally, a few lesser-known manufacturers will seek me to endorse, and the income is limited to subsistence.

So no one is more jealous of Liu Xun than I am. This idiot still thinks we are the best buddies, he always mentions me wherever he goes, and every year he enthusiastically asks me if I want a song written by him.

Everyone's attention is on him, and all flashlights belong to him, no matter how wild and unruly he is, he is burdened with scandalous scandals, and he even made headlines in a car accident due to wrong driving a while ago.

Still nothing can stop him from being popular all over the country, and the company is even preparing for his Asian tour next year.

As for me, I have not had any unclear relationship with any actress since I debuted for ten years. People who know me have praised my humility and politeness.

But so what, the red one is still the nympho who drools when he sees a woman with big breasts and big buttocks.

I used to ponder Liu Xun's songs over and over again, bought all his albums and concert VCDs, and heard vomiting alone at home. I still don't understand how the things I wrote are worse than his.

"The jeans are persistently fading / The trajectory of the white clouds in the sky stretches long and far..."

I hum his new song, I feel so sad that I want to cry, I hate so much that I want to kill him.

That Er Que came back to my house and saw a cabinet full of his own albums. He was so moved that he wanted to kiss me on the cheek.

Is he an idiot? I looked at him sitting opposite, looking drunk, wanting to laugh and cry.

Yesterday, this idiot went to the music festival. He sang high and fell off the stage. He obviously just broke his arm. Weibo was full of ghosts and wolves. The agency immediately announced that he would withdraw from all subsequent commercial performances and let him take a good rest.

At this time, he was sobbing slightly and thinking about it, and I realized that he broke up with the young model he had just dated again.

"Go to bed yet?" I asked him.

"Um……"

I toasted him: "Then there is nothing to regret. You are [-] years old, and you are [-] years old. You can persist for three months without being exposed by the media. It is already very good. And the girl broke up with you without asking for anything." , It seems that she is not greedy for your fame and fortune, she is a good girl." I slandered in my heart, I haven't been in a relationship for almost eight years, and you, a philanderer, deserve to talk to me about the pain of losing love?

He was still mumbling: "If a good girl wouldn't have sex with me before she graduated from high school..."

I knocked on his head: "The two have nothing to do with each other! Can you go back to sleep?"

This fool lives opposite my house, in this city where every inch of land is expensive, and we happen to occupy the eighteenth floor of this high-end apartment building.The difference is that it will take two years for me to pay off the mortgage, and besides here, he has three or four places to stay, and even has a luxury vacation home abroad.

Both of us were silent for a while, only the pure music on the stereo was flowing around in the room, it was a tune we both liked.

I looked at his Adam's apple rolling up and down, desire/fire/burn/body.

I really want to put him on the bed right now.

This perverted idea dates back to ten years ago, when I had just tasted fame, the company didn't care about me, and people in their early twenties always went crazy.Once when I went to a nightclub, I met an old classmate. He used to be our school’s school girl. He was handsome and knowledgeable. He just walked out of an idol drama. Wearing clothes, watching him chatting and laughing with the girls in the hallway between classes.After seeing more of the world, I realized that he was nothing more than that.

When I met him again, he didn't seem to be doing well. He was in the early stage of starting a business, and the economic pressure and psychological pressure were extremely high, and he didn't look as good as before.

I kept in touch with him though, helped him out from time to time, and somehow ended up sleeping with him by accident.

That was my first time.

That feeling still haunts me when I recall it.

Press the idol under your body, tear his aura to pieces, make him show the expression of wanting to cry or desire/immortal/desire/death, and then look at his defenseless sleeping face every morning, with hazy eyes and I say good morning.

I like this feeling.It's as if I erased the self who was nothing and the childish past that I can't bear to look back on.

Later, that man couldn't bear the pressure from his family, married his wife and passed the civil service exam to work in peace, and I have no contact with him anymore.

Then, my target naturally turned to Liu Hoon, and I aimed at him for eight years.

In the past eight years, the feeling of wanting to sleep with him has gradually replaced jealousy and resentment.

If I really take this step, all my knots will be untied, but the price of this step is beyond my ability, so I, a coward, coveted Liu Xun for eight years.

Watching this national male god flirting with all kinds of goddesses, holding a bottle of wine and telling me bad things about his ex-girlfriend at midnight, passed out drunk on my lap, and fell asleep.

I can't bear it more and more.

And tonight, this unbearable feeling became even stronger.

"You're drunk." I snatched his glass, and the touch of my fingertips made my whole body tremble.

"No, okay!" He blushed and said to me with gnashing teeth, "I only drank half a bottle."

"Don't drink." I put the wine bottle and glass aside with a cold face, and while turning my back, I clenched my teeth to prevent him from hearing the trembling of my teeth.

"Then I won't drink, you chat with me." He was obedient and patted his face to make himself look more awake.

At this moment, I decided to act.

This action has actually been simulated hundreds of times in my mind, and I walked into the back room pretending to be indifferent, and at the same time issued an order to chase away guests: "It's almost one o'clock in the morning, go back to your kennel and sleep."

"I, no, I want it!" The idiot followed me into the room, flung himself on my bed while being coquettish, "That room has been unoccupied for a long time, so there is no warmth like you. I want to sleep here."

I knew he wasn't mocking me for not notifying me to stay at home, but I still felt uncomfortable, and the slight hesitation I had was gone.I rationally forced him to drink a few sips of milk to sober up, and then let him roll into the bathroom and take a good shower.

I want him to accept what's going on soberly and limply.

I leaned against the head of the bed, seeing him wearing only a pair of underwear and wiping his hair behind my back without any precautions, I felt a little withdrawn.

He fumbled with his mobile phone with his injured hand while wiping his hair.

I don't see anything wrong with his arm in the cast.

"Tsk... Mom fans and wife fans shouldn't be too scary, they obviously have nothing to do with the organizer." He muttered to himself while scrolling through Weibo.It was obviously a complaining tone, but with a trace of helpless showing off.

I suddenly had nothing to fear, because I had nothing to lose, and since there was no way out, I just went forward.

I was thinking about what to do next, when the bastard turned off his phone and lay down next to me.

I froze for a moment, and he looked at me rather surprised: "Turn off the lights, didn't you just say you were going to sleep?"

I stepped over him and stretched out my hand to pull the lamp, then I leaned on him and kissed him.

The idiot was stunned, but he didn't even resist, allowing me to kiss him deeply.

I waited long enough for his violent reaction to end with a kiss and we stared at each other in the dark.

"What are you doing?" This was the first sentence he said after he recovered, which made me dumbfounded.

Then he just yawned and turned around under my crotch: "You're drunk too, go to sleep."

I was speechless, and could only use rudeness to show that what I said was true.

This kid has been busy and crazy since he became popular, and he has been neglecting to exercise recently. Ten years ago, I was about the same size as him, but now I am half a head taller than him, and I can easily suppress him with just one hand.His resistance is ridiculous and hateful in my eyes, but it doesn't matter, the more he struggles, the more sense of accomplishment I have.

I managed to do him, not too difficult.I also thoughtfully did enough pre- and post-event work. Seeing his exhausted appearance, I carefully protected his hands and helped him clean up.With the corners of his eyes lowered, he lay on his side next to me, his lips slightly parted, as if he was about to choke out a few words to scold me, but in the end he gave up and fell asleep.

This fool, I was also lying on my side, and when my head touched the pillow, I felt the urge to drink up. I half-closed my eyes and looked at him, my heart was so full that I couldn't breathe.

Forget it, so be it.

I don't care what happens at dawn, I just want his sleeping face now.

The author has something to say: the number of words is so small because of a lot of deletions.

Catch bugs, I need to be more careful in writing articles in the future