little beast

Ever since Shen Chengan met Sheng Shuangxu's side, he just felt that his soul was taken away. It was like being soaked in a sticky, muddy glue, and he was in a daze all day long, unable to get out no matter what.

He was not in good spirits at first, and he couldn't sleep all night. In the middle of the night, he unconsciously touched the room where Sheng Shuangxu used to live. Since Sheng Shuangxu left, that bedroom has been completely destroyed by him. It was sealed and no one else was allowed to enter, and Shen Chengan would never enter it normally.

Even though Sheng Shuangxu left no trace when he left, he still didn't dare to touch anything related to Sheng Shuangxu.

Shen Chengan found that red dress in the empty closet.

The red dress that Sheng Shuangxu once wore and was thrown in the corner of the closet.

At that time, Sheng Shuangxu was sleeping with Xiaolu, and Shen Chengan, who was alone and guarding the empty house, picked up the skirt from the closet like a demon.

He didn't dare to turn on the light, for fear that his desire and madness would be completely torn apart by the light. Maybe it was because the night was too ambiguous, which caused him to fall into chaos, and the dark night would breed darkness. The uncontrollable body went mad again, and with his forehead against the neatly laid sheets, he knelt on the floor and rubbed the sheet into his arms.

This can't go on like this anymore, when Shen Chengan regained consciousness from the chaos, he thought numbly, but the tip of his nose could not be separated from the soft fabric, and the fragrance of mothballs was mixed in the skirt, but there was no trace of the scent of frost .

Sheng Shuangxu in Shen Chengan's imagination wearing a skirt was shattered.

He blamed everything on his desire to have nowhere to vent, and only then did he think of Xiaolu who resembled Shaoqing, and then he tried to pull himself out of the abyss of pain as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Obviously he failed.

When he forced himself to accept the correctness of doing so and stood in front of Xiao Lu, what he thought of was not Shaoqing, but Sheng Shuangxu.

Sheng Shuangxu penetrated into his body everywhere, as long as he was still breathing and his heart was still beating, he couldn't get rid of this name.

Shen Chengan tried to get rid of the Shengshuang sequence in his mind, and finally saw Xiaolu's face clearly with his eyes, and the familiar feeling of nausea surged up again——Shen Chengan suddenly pulled Xiaolu's arms wrapped around his neck, covered his mouth and nose, and rushed into the bathroom.

Xiaolu's touch, as long as it wasn't Sheng Shuangxu's touch, made him extremely sick.

Shen Chengan couldn't vomit anything, he just retched reflexively, he hugged the sink, almost vomited out his internal organs.

Xiao Lu wrapped up the messy bathrobe, folded his arms around his chest, leaned against the door and looked at Shen Chengan quietly.

They had a little conflict the day before, and Xiao Lu still remembered how he treated Sheng Shuangxu's visitor badly, it was all too coincidental.

But Shen Chengan obviously didn't recognize Xiao Lu - if he recognized Xiao Lu, Shen Chengan would never call Xiao Lu.

Shen Chengan is his rare guest, Xiaolu thought, personal grievances are personal grievances, business is business, he can't have any complaints about his guests, at most he gave Shen Chengan a hard look in the eyes after he got rid of his addiction fist.

Shen Chengan washed his face with cold water, his hair was wet and sticky to the side of his face, he stared blankly at himself in the mirror, feeling panicked for no reason.

Seeing that he finally stopped vomiting, Xiaolu said, "Do you hate me so much? I remember the last time——you also looked like this."

Xiaolu was indeed asking the question sincerely, he didn't have a sarcastic tone, but Shen Chengan still found it harsh.

Shen Chengan didn't speak, he wiped off the water dripping from his chin, and turned his head to look at the deer.

Like him, Xiaolu bursts out with vigorous desire all the time and has nowhere to hide, but compared to Shen Chengan, Xiaolu is more like an empty shell.

The source of Shen Chengan's desire is Sheng Shuangxu, but Xiaolu doesn't have any traceable source, he just instinctively floats in the endless sea of ​​suffering.

Xiaolu met his gaze and said, "Someone told me that this kind of thing should be done with the person you like. It seems that you must not like me very much."

Shen Chengan didn't expect Xiaolu to say such words. In his eyes, Xiaolu is just a mb who deals in flesh and blood. To them, no matter whether they are buyers or sellers, they are not worthy of such innocent lines.

"Like?" Shen Chengan said sarcastically, "Do you like me?"

Xiaolu didn't hear the sarcasm in Shen Chengan's words at all, he thought of Sheng Shuang's questioning, and suddenly felt a little guilty, but he still explained seriously: "I want to be with everyone, so I should like everyone."

In Shen Chengan's eyes, Xiaolu's explanation seemed to be wrong to himself, so he sneered and refused to comment.

Xiaolu thought for a while, and then said: "If you do this kind of thing with the person you like, maybe you won't be so repulsive."

Shen Chengan paused, thinking of Sheng Shuangxu, only when he faced Sheng Shuangxu could he relieve the pain.

Apart from doing that kind of thing, Xiaolu and Shen Chengan had nothing else to say, so they said: "Mr. Shen, if that's the case, then I'll go back first."

It's not too late now, he wants to go back to eat dumplings.

Before Shen Chengan could speak, he turned around and went back to get dressed.

When Shen Chengan walked out of the bathroom slowly, Xiaolu was already fully dressed and pulled the zipper of his down jacket to the neckline. Seeing that he really wanted to leave, Shen Chengan found out his wallet and was about to give Xiaolu some reward when Xiaolu interrupted and said: "Since nothing was done today, I can't ask for money."

Shen Chengan didn't even look at him, and said, "Don't you want lost work?"

Xiaolu didn't speak, and didn't leave immediately, but slowly moved closer to Shen Chengan, causing Shen Chengan to think that Xiaolu was going to give him a regretful hug like before,

Shen Chengan didn't want to hug him, and was about to avoid him, when Xiao Lu raised his fist.

Shen Chengan really didn't expect such a thin and petite Xiaolu to want to hit him, that punch had been planned for a long time, and it hit Shen Chengan's left eye, Shen Chengan covered his eyes, and didn't go to catch Xiaolu immediately, Xiaolu quickly took the opportunity to escape, and disappeared in a flash film.

Shen Chengan didn't want Xiaolu to find out his secrets and ugliness, he didn't tremblingly put down his hand covering his eyes until Xiaolu ran away.

The prosthetic eye piece lay lightly on Shen Chengan's palm, and a long and narrow crack in the middle ran across the emerald green artificial pupil.

Fireworks outside the window suddenly exploded from the night sky, illuminating Shen Chengan's pale cheeks.

Shen Chengan sat alone beside the big bed in the hotel, staring blankly at the lively fireworks outside, only then did he realize that today is New Year's Eve.

He really wanted to see Sheng Shuangxu.

Xiaolu rushed into Liang Shao's clinic with a cold wind, and he heard the dance music of the Spring Festival Gala on TV at the stairs.

He climbed up to the second floor and saw Sheng Shuangxu and Liang Shao sitting side by side on the sofa. Sheng Shuangxu was watching TV seriously, while Liang Shao was lazily yawning and dozing off with arms folded.

When Sheng Shuangxu saw Xiaolu, he immediately stood up and said, "Are you still eating? We made dumplings and left some for you—"

Liang Shao raised one sleepy eye, and seeing Xiao Lu finally returned home, he said, "Then I'm going to sleep."

Fawn scratched his hair with a smile and said, "I want to eat dumplings."

"Mr. Sheng, let's watch the night together."