Lovers torture themselves every day

The sun has begun to sink to the west, casting mottled shadows on the floor, but the bedroom is like a warm nest, surrounded by some ambiguous heather scent, sleeping peacefully in silence.

Ji Yan opened his eyes.

He just took a nap, and it's already afternoon.

The arms of the people around him were tightly wrapped around his waist. The arms were like solid reinforced concrete, firmly clamped and unshakable. Fu Siyuan's whole body was next to him, and the heat from his body was continuously coming out.

It's hot, like a big furnace.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Fu Siyuan's chest muscles, which were light honey-colored, with some thin sweat on them, exuding vigorous hormones smokyly.

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, then silently looked away.

Fu Siyuan's embracing posture is fascinating, as if he wished he could be stuffed in his arms.

Ji Yan tried to move, but found that it was difficult for him to even draw his arm.

Very annoying, his lover is like an octopus becoming a sperm.

Ji Yan complained silently in his heart, then turned his head to look at Fu Siyuan, his eyes followed the smooth forehead, Fu Siyuan's eyebrows were very dark, sharp eyebrows, straight nose, and thin lips.

He paused slightly when his eyes slid over the protruding Adam's apple.

There was a clear tooth mark on Fu Siyuan's Adam's apple, and the thin layer of skin was reddened, with a little purple in the red, and it seemed that the skin was not far from being broken.

Ji Yan's eyes widened suddenly, how could he bite so hard?

No wonder Fu Siyuan said murder.

But this cannot be blamed on him, who let Fu Siyuan.

Ji Yan found that he had started to recall the indescribable things just now in his mind, he closed his eyes in an attempt to clear the memory just now, and when he opened his eyes again, Fu Siyuan had already opened his eyes.

His pupils are deep and dark, so when staring at people like this, it is easy to think of the endless sea or secluded pool.

Ji Yan moved: "Wake up, can you let me go?"

Fu Siyuan's eyes took in all the scene in front of him. There was a romantic and lazy look between his brows, and teeth marks on his thin lips. His eyelashes curled up when he closed his eyes, and he was like a gaiter when he was trembling lightly. Butterfly.

Looking down, there are already mottled marks on the slender neck, like red plums, these are the marks he left just now.

Fu Siyuan withdrew his gaze and slowly moved his arms away.

Ji Yan pulled the blanket up to cover himself.

He lay down and chatted with Fu Siyuan casually: "It's not quite right for you to see Xu Wenming today."

Fu Siyuan looked sideways at Ji Yan, and let out a "huh" from his throat when he heard the name.

Fu Siyuan said: "He liked you before?"

Although the words were questionable, the tone was firm.

Ji Yan didn't care: "Well, it happened in high school."

In fact, Xu Wenming didn't call it liking, and it didn't even call regret, he was simply dissatisfied with being rejected back then.

Hearing Ji Yan's casual tone, Fu Siyuan knew that this person didn't care, and he felt a little better.

But only slightly more comfortable.

Fu Siyuan's mind is as small as the eye of a needle, and he always wants to get rid of his rivals quickly.

With the pride of a victor in his heart, he put eye drops in front of Ji Yan: "Xu Wenming is no good, he looks sloppy and frivolous, and at first glance, he looks like someone who should not be friends with."

Unlike him, he looks like a stable person.

Ji Yan glanced at Fu Siyuan, not wanting to talk about it.

He said: "You met Xu Wenming before, and he mentioned this to me."

Xu Wenming thinks that Fu Siyuan has a deep mind, and Fu Siyuan thinks that Xu Wenming is frivolous and frivolous.

It's just disgusting to see each other.

Fu Siyuan said: "I haven't met him before!"

He thought to himself: If he really met Xu Wenming, he would definitely beat him up, that is to say, the wretch in the original body could tolerate others coveting his Taoist companion.

Fu Siyuan always kept in mind the identity of his sub-personality: "Don't confuse me with Fu Siyuan, I am different from him."

He is not original.

He hoped that Ji Yan would separate him from the original body.

Ji Yan is very relaxed now.

He just got intimate with his lover, and now he is lazy all over, and he is surrounded by his most intimate lover, and the two are still cuddling together. It is the time when all guards are the least, and Ji Yan's nerves seem to be soaked in warm water inside.

He retorted subconsciously: "There is no difference. If it is different, do you think I will have sex with you?"

Originally, it was Fu Siyuan himself who fell ill, and he was the only reason.

Fu Siyuan was stunned.

In the next moment, Ji Yan only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Fu Siyuan stood on top of him.

He stretched out his hand to lift Ji Yan's chin, and looked straight into those beautiful eyes. His eyes were deep and deep, and various emotions in them flashed one by one. Finally, a voice sounded in this quiet room, and he only said in a deep voice: "All this time , you thought it was a person?"

Ji Yan was taken aback.

He looked into Fu Siyuan's eyes, those deep eyes were full of disbelief, his eyes were slightly red, like a beast injured by a trusting person, the veins on his forehead were all exposed, it was heartache that couldn't be said More is still unbelievably more.

Ji Yan pursed his lips.

He found that he couldn't say the original sentence of "Isn't it a person?"

These words seemed to weigh heavily on Fu Siyuan.

Fu Siyuan didn't miss everything about the person in front of him, even the slightest expression was caught in his eyes.

Although he didn't speak, the man's expression has silently answered the question.

For so long, Ji Yan really didn't make a clear distinction.

In Ji Yan's heart, he is still Fu Siyuan, the original body who has been married to him for two years.

He still bears the traces he left just now, but in Ji Yan's heart they are no different.

This cognition pierced into his heart like a sharp needle, and every breath of air was poured straight into his lungs, firmly piercing his heart with sharp pain.

Fu Siyuan let go of his hand in vain, unable to say a word.

Ji Yan slowly sat up from the bed.

He felt a little headache, what are these things?

Ji Yan glanced at Fu Siyuan, he just felt tired.

He didn't really want to get up now, but he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, reaching for the cigarettes in the drawer again.

He reached out and took one to his lips, and when he was about to light it, Fu Siyuan came over.

He was holding a lighter in his hand, with his thumb resting on the top, and with a light click, a small flame burst out.

Fu Siyuan said: "I'll give you some."

Now I am willing to talk.

Ji Yan lowered his chin slightly.

After the warm yellow flame passed, the top of the cigarette suddenly lit up, and Fu Siyuan's whole hand was warmed by the jumping fire light. His eyes were slightly closed, and the color of the eyes could not be seen clearly, only the clear jaw line was revealed.

Ji Yan took a slight breath, and white smoke overflowed from his lips, and there was a ring of bright, burnt yellow smoke slowly appearing at the top.

Ji Yan reached out and dusted the slender cigarette, and a piece of ash fell on the ground.

Fu Siyuan looked, in the indigo smog, Ji Yan's eyebrows and eyes were covered, only the faint skin was exposed, looming.

This was not the first time he saw this man smoking, but compared to the last time, this time it was obviously not so easy.

Fu Siyuan sighed slightly in his heart: "You smoke less."

With the flue in his mouth, Ji Yan picked up the cigarette case and shook it at Fu Siyuan: "I seldom smoke, this pack has been in the drawer for a month."

Now there is still half a box, and the average is only two sticks a week. It is definitely not addictive, just like a joke.

Fu Siyuan didn't say anything more.

After Ji Yan smoked a cigarette, he only heard Fu Siyuan speak, his voice was low and deep, without any emotion: "Ji Yan, don't confuse me with him."

Dejected, his emotions seemed light, and it was obvious that he was overwhelmed.

Ji Yan licked his upper molars in response.

That's how it went.

For several days, Ji Yan felt no different from before.

Since that day, Fu Siyuan has not changed much.

I still make breakfast for him every day. After get off work, I drive the car and wait downstairs. When I get home, I take care of the cats and dogs. He and the small animals live comfortably. Even the flowers in the yard are blooming as before. Lush.

Ji Yan observed his lover for a few days, and slowly felt relieved when he felt that there was nothing wrong.

There is a saying that goes well, when the years are quiet and good, someone must carry the burden forward.

Ji Yan felt that life was going on as before, while Li Bei felt miserable here.

After Fu Siyuan came back from vacation a few days ago, something went wrong with him.

He stood in the company with a dark face all day long, sending out low air pressure from his whole body. Wherever he went, the air-conditioning filled the air, and everyone within a three-meter radius was silent, like a plague god.

It's always like this during the day, and sometimes after receiving a call from Mr. Ji, his expression changes, his face softens, and his voice becomes warmer.

After witnessing his face change, Li Bei had only one thought, that it was a great loss without Fu Siyuan.

Of course, I only dare to think about it in my heart.

He was thinking about something, when he heard someone knocking on the door, the sound of thump, thud, was rapid and powerful, piercing straight into his heart.

Li Bei was about to scold him, but when he looked up, he saw Fu Siyuan standing at the door like a ghost, he was the one who knocked on the door just now.

Li Bei swallowed his words, forced a smile on his face: "Come on, is there no water in your office?" He pointed to the water dispenser on the opposite side of the table: "Look, you drank all of that bucket It's all right."

Fu Siyuan glanced coldly at the big bucket of water: "I won't drink it."

What a joke, can he drink up that big bucket of water?

He is not the same buffalo as the original body.

Li Beidao: "Then why are you here?"

Fu Siyuan swaggered and sat down: "Let's chat with you for a while."

He's been too depressed these days, he's been holding back things in his heart, but he doesn't know who to talk to, he just thinks about finding a friend in his original body.

Fu Siyuan: That's all, let's make do with it first.

Li Bei immediately got up and closed the door, then moved the chair to Fu Siyuan's side, pretending to be listening attentively: "Speak, I'll listen."

Good guy, hurry up and make it impossible, otherwise this day will be too difficult.

Fu Siyuan said in a deep voice: "If a person has split personality, but his lover doesn't distinguish between them, and he still thinks they are alone in his heart, what do you think about it?"

Split personality is what he said to Ji Yan that day.

Li Bei stroked his chin and said, "I think it's quite normal."

Fu Siyuan: "Where is it normal?" The tone was particularly gloomy.

Li Beidao: "Although from the perspective of society, there are two people, but from an emotional point of view, I still feel that there is no way to separate."

Fu Siyuan scoffed, with a look of disapproval.

Li Bei said: "I compare my heart to my heart. This happened to my lover. I can't treat them as two people." Treat her well, do you understand?"

Fu Siyuan didn't answer.

He looked out of the window and thought slowly, Ji Yan really can't be blamed for this matter.

He was the one who told Ji Yan about the split personality, he was wrong from the beginning.

Fu Siyuan slowly tightened his palms, letting the sharp pain radiate out.

He has to re-examine his future path.

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