Do you have any sweet little stories? – Chocolate.

Do you have any sweet little stories?

Chocolate A-hwassy had an epidemic sealed, and I was forced into isolation at the bamboo house.

In the middle of the night, we met in the kitchen.

“Aah, aah!”

“I’m sorry, I thought it was in my house!” I’m sorry.

“…and I forgot, you still live in my house. I’m sorry.

One.

At my mother ‘ s request, he delivered a year-old product to him and stood at his door, ringing the doorbell for half a day and nobody opened it.

“Are you home?” I’m sorry.

He seconds back to my question mark.

And We were patient with the explanation: “I came to your house to deliver the old ones. I’m sorry.

It took me a while to send a light, “Wait.” I’m sorry.

And then you ignore me.

I’m not surprised at his attitude to me, after all, when I thought he liked me, I almost screwed up his confession to his goddess.

When he waited for a while, he suddenly came back with a cold voice: “You didn’t want to come back.” I’m sorry.

Turning back, he’s not far away and he’s looking at me with complex eyes.

“I quit, so I came back early.” I’m sorry.

He looked at what I was carrying, and then he locked it with his fingerprints, and pointed at me, “Come in.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll just put my things down and go. It’s bad to disturb people. I’m sorry.

In the light of the door, the guard turned to my eyes: “I live here alone.” I’m sorry.

I’m in good spirits, but I’m still a hypocrite.

“If my mom finds out you’re here, I won’t give you a cup of tea, and I’ll go back to New Year’s. I’m sorry.

Oh, I was afraid of Aunt Chow.

And I fell down and followed him in silence.

When he picked up what was in my hand, he set it up and saw me standing at the door, and said, “Come in.” I’m sorry.

In fact, I haven’t been in touch with Wittung for three years, and I’ve been avoiding him for years.

Sitting on the couch right now, I looked down at the tea cup, and I was embarrassed, or did Witchen start by saying, “Listen to my mother, I’ve introduced you to a date.” I’m sorry.

“…and yes, there was such a person. I’m sorry.

I remember, there was something, and I just had the guts to say this:

“Looking handsome, rich, and I happen to be his ideal, and I’m ready to go further. If it wasn’t for you, we’d be up there by now. I’m sorry.

I felt a murderous look at me without saying anything.

And then there was the sound of a calm sound: “So I’m interrupting you? I’m sorry.

And We raised our heads and were about to speak, but found him standing before me, not knowing when, looking down at me.

I know I’m in danger, but I’m still on top of it. I’m sorry.

Wittung smiled, leaned down behind my couch, looked at me at close range, and said, “Ideal?” I’m sorry.

“You…”

I only had one word to spit out, and suddenly there came a rushing knock at the door, which scared me of a spirit, jumping straight out of the couch and slamming into the balance’s head.

Hiss…

In the end, we took a breath of air, covered our foreheads and opened the door.

“Seventeen sub-districts have just identified a nucleic acid positive, and now we need to block the sub-district, so please register your identity. I’m sorry.

I’m all stupid.

“Well, I don’t live here, and I’m here to deliver something…” I’m worried, “Can I leave now?” I’m sorry.

The staff looked at me and shook their heads: “Did you not read the notice? We’ve had a serious outbreak recently, and we’ve put a seal on the city. I’m sorry.

“He’s not my boyfriend. I’m sorry.

The last few words I said were particularly light, and it was estimated that the staff members did not hear them very well, but simply moved to register the identity of me and the Guardian and then closed the door.

I stood at the door, turned around, looked at the window a few times, and I looked back and forth, “How many floors was your house? I’m sorry.

“Nineteenth floor. I’m sorry.

And he said, “Well, it’s illegal for you to go through the window and escape. I’m sorry.

Two.

My heart is dead, and I can’t help feeling the excitement and feeling my mother’s phone.

“In that case, you can stay at Wei’s. I’m sorry.

My mom was pretty open, “What’s missing? I’ll clean it up tonight and send it to you tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I hung up on the phone and I gave my girlfriend hair.

She sends a series of exclamation signs: “!! Isn’t this the first chance to get a month off the water? Where’s that silk dress you bought last time? Put it on!”

“Friend, I’m here for the year. How can I wear a real silk sleeping dress? I’m sorry.

“Then find him to borrow a shirt. My experienced girlfriend’s head is like, “When I take a bath, don’t blow my hair, wear his shirt and I’ll teach you the rest of it.” I’m sorry.

I can’t help but think about that.

“It’s so nice to talk to you.” I’m sorry.

I was happy, but he wasn’t.

I looked up and looked at the guard: “Where do I live during the isolation?” I’m sorry.

“The couch. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe it: “Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” How can you say such cold words at 37°C? I’m sorry.

“This house is just one bedroom. You don’t sleep on the couch. Where do you want to sleep? I’m sorry.

He said, “What, you want to sleep with me in the main bedroom?” I’m sorry.

The distance was fast drawn, and even his warm breath came around.

The eyes are so close, and in the cold there is a dark shade of dark, and it’s so sweet.

I looked at it until the voice of the Spectator came, “You’re… salivating.” I’m sorry.

It’s a little bit of an aberration.

I was so busy with my hands and feet that I wiped my lips, and then raised my head, and he came out with a bed covered and threw it on the couch.

“Go inside. He said, “The Lord is yours.” I’m sorry.

I’m very moved. I went for a little run and suggested:

“In fact this bed is big, and we can’t sleep. I’m sorry.

He laughed: “Come on, I fear you will eat me.” I’m sorry.

Is that what you’re talking about?

I didn’t dare to ask what he was eating tonight, but he tripped on his feet, and the whole man flew out and fell on the guard.

In a panic, I held something so I didn’t slip.

“Let go of me.” I’m sorry.

I stunned, my men tumbled unconsciously, and suddenly, as the touch got tighter, I reacted: “You have abs.” I’m sorry.

He lost his patience and took my hand straight away, and the whole man was right, and he looked at me, “Well, yes, then?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t think about it, but I said, “Hey, brother, can I wash your abs? I’m sorry.

“…”

“It’s amazing how you’ve changed over the last two years.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know, it’s not my fault I was born to hear the irony from that.

After taking a bath at night, and thinking of my best friend, I walked out of the bathroom in a towel and was preparing to ask Wittung for a shirt, and suddenly I found a nightgown at the door.

It’s brand-new, with soft laces, ladies’ pajamas.

“How can your family have a female nightgown?” I’m sorry.

“How did you get out of the towel?” I’m sorry.

We asked each other a question, and Wen took a deep breath: “Look for a neighbour to borrow.” I’m sorry.

“You have a good relationship with your neighbor girl?” I’m sorry.

“…not counting.” I’m sorry.

3

I’d like to ask you again, “Sweet, put your pajamas on before you talk.” I’m sorry.

“Go back to the bedroom and wear it.” I’m sorry.

I put on my nightgown in my bedroom, and I found the size fit for me, except that the pink style was too subtle to make me attractive as an adult woman.

So I took out my cell phone and sent my mom a message that she had to send her real silk dress over tomorrow.

I walked out of my bedroom and I saw Witchen standing in front of the fridge with a bottle of ice bubble water.

I don’t know if he’s got eyes on it, but he’s got red on his ear.

Except for a couple of beers in the fridge, he’s empty.

It was only when I heard him say so that I suddenly reacted, and it was clear that Mr. Witchen was in a light blue and black at the moment, apparently because he had recently had no rest.

He made a meal with the last piece of material, and put it on the table, and walked to the couch: “Eat, I will take care of the work.” I’m sorry.

The guard works with a charisma.

The bright lights in the living room flowed out of the ceiling, and his contour side-face was particularly good-looking, and even the hand that knocked on the keyboard was long and profitable.

I was staring at him, out of God.

You’ve been a child of my mother’s, and you’ve been a good-looking, good-looking and good-looking girl, and you’ve been doing well with me.

Before I was a grown-up, I was always wearing a hair like a boy with no gender awareness.

Until the summer of the second year, when I went to Uttar Pradesh school to look for him and to come home together, I accidentally saw him coming out of the library with a beautiful girl.

The girl whispered, and the smile was tender and beautiful, and it looked like a perfect pair.

I stood at the corner with my suitcase, and the bluntness of my heart made me realize.

I’m probably, maybe, like the top guard.

At the end of the graduation, I was determined to confess to Mr. Wei, to change my skirts and heels, to wear makeup, and to be bold, to make myself half drunk.

As a result, KTV’s door was pushed, and it was seen with the guard in the middle of the house, and with three-storey cakes on the tea table next to him, with garbs and tans on the wall.

My best friend dragged me to one side, and he said, “Sweet, are you kidding me?” How am I supposed to hear your roommate talk to her? I’m sorry.

In a moment, my mind was blank, and my subconscious found out from the crowd what he had seen.

I was drunk and he was confused.

I thought so hard about the girl who came out of the library with him, and he always looked cold when he saw me and never smiled like that.

He hates me, doesn’t he?

I pulled my hand out of my best friend’s hand and stepped on an unsettled pace to go to the guard.

A fine heel stuck on a thick carpet, and I fell straight ahead and threw the whole man on the cake.

I screwed up on his elaborate confession.

Aware of that, I got up from him and ran off with a roller coaster.

Later, when I looked for work in the field, and I deliberately avoided it during the holidays, I really never met with him again.

4

In the middle of the night, I woke up from a dream, warmed up too hot, and I went to the kitchen to find water.

The result was a face-to-face attack on the guard.

He was leaning by the cupboard, drinking water with a glass on his hand, rubbing the temple with his other hand, half his eyes, and apparently not awake.

To be sure, he was wearing only the most basic fabric, showing clear abdominal lines, long and straight legs, and…

I couldn’t wait until he said, “You…”

I’m going down.

“Aah, aah!”

Help, it’s probably the buttons in my nightgown when you’re asleep. I said how cold your chest is.

“I’m sorry, I thought it was in my house!” I’m sorry.

“…and I forgot that you still live in my house.” I’m sorry.

I was too busy with my hands and feet and I looked up and I was already in the living room dressed up.

I felt a bit sorry for that moment.

And he sat on the couch, surrounded by an insolent blanket, and looked up to me, “Why are you awake so early?” I’m sorry.

“It’s a little hot, and it hurts. “I want to drink water.” I’m sorry.

“Throw yourself. I’m sorry.

And I poured two cups of water in a row, and the guard stood up, and pressed two on the switch by the wall, a light way: “I have lowered the warmth of the earth, so go back to sleep after you drink.” I’m sorry.

“Have you eaten?”

“No, your last meal was settled.” I’m sorry.

“I knew there were two left for you.” I’m sorry.

“..” and “..” and “..” and “..” I’m sorry.

I walked two steps into my bedroom and turned back, and I said, “Big brother, if you can’t, you can have fun.” I’m sorry.

“Ro, Mo, Mo.”

I’m afraid I won’t mess with you again.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, the dream was full of images seen in the kitchen.

It’s an amazing body of eight abdominal muscles.

The dream was still in the kitchen or just now, except that, instead of avoiding my eyes, Wittung opened his arms and smiled softly at me: “Sweetly, take a hug.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I woke up and I found myself bleeding.

Scrambling your nose into the bathroom and bumping into Wittung.

It’s a good thing he’s just brushing his teeth, and he’s all dressed up, or else I’m gonna be full of shit… no, he’s gonna be shy.

Wittung gave way to the side and gave me a place.

And I washed the blood in the flowing water, and heard his cold voice and asked me, “I lowered the heat of the earth and turned on the wetter, and it was still hot?”

How? Did you tell him I dreamt about him?

And I said, “No, I’m not.”

After two seconds of silence, I just stood up and suddenly heard the voice of Wittling again: “Did you do something wrong?” I’m sorry.

And We lifted up our eyes, and found in the mirror the counter in my ear, near to a foot, and a radle of smiles on the lips.

At first glance, it’s like a couple who just got up and brushed their teeth.

Stop it, honey, and close your head!

“What to eat in the morning?” I’m sorry.

“Wait for the property to bring the food. “There’s nothing to eat at home, just wine.” I’m sorry.

“But you didn’t eat anything last night. I’m sorry.

I was so worried about the body, I was thinking for a while, and suddenly I was blessed with my heart. I’m sorry.

My mother is my mother. She’s got me a whole two-pack, full of food.

I held the box, and my mouth sheds moving tears.

At lunchtime, the staff of the property industry finally arrived, with a huge box in addition to a round of vegetables.

“It’s a small distribution of vegetables and something that people send you with running legs. I’m sorry.

After completing the nucleic acid, he helped me sort things out, and he took a dress from the box: “What is this? I’m sorry.

Pure black, soft and thin fabric, and fine laces on the garb.

Isn’t that the real silk dress I bought?

I’m standing there with my whole neck shaky, shaking, falling out of a box and a note.

And he picked up the note, and said, “Sweet, be safe. I’m sorry.

“…”

Mom, you’re my mother.

I hesitated for a moment to take the paper to destroy the evidence and to put myself in a coma, and finally decided to take the initiative: “How sweet is my mother, if we could find a chance to try?” I’m sorry.

I knew it would be pure once I was ashamed.

He put something in my arms in red ears, and then stood up: “Well, since it’s from Aunt Law, make it yourself.” I’m sorry.

It was at that moment that the bell came out of the door.

“I’m going to open the door.” I’m sorry.

And as soon as he turned, I circled the east and the west, and carried them into my arms, then looked at the door.

“Donvy? What’s up?”

A gentle, sweet voice came out of the door: “Gon, my house, wifi, I don’t know why there’s no signal, I don’t pay, can you look at it?” I’m sorry.

What a familiar voice.

If I don’t think about it, I’ll see a nice face coming out of the side of me, white and white, with five fine officials, and a smooth chestnut with long hair.

I’m standing there.

So… the neighbor who borrowed the pyjamas for Utter, was the goddess who I fucked up when he was going to confess?

5

“Have you tried to restart? I’m sorry.

She said, “I tried, I can’t.” I’m sorry.

Her voice was gentle, quiet, natural, and not my own.

I looked at him and looked back at him. I’m sorry.

I watched him walk out the door, two men walking side by side to the elevator door, and the door was slammed in front of me.

In a moment, I thought of the scene of the second year.

And they came together, and were created in heaven and earth, and We were like an outsider.

And then I was really emo out.

It’s not long since he’s back.

When he opened the door, I was sitting on the couch, thinking about my life, and I heard the sound, and I said, “Come back.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“You’re so fast?”

What’s in your head all day? I’m sorry.

The sound was on top of my head, and I looked up, and I looked up, and I looked up, and I said, “Strash.” I’m sorry.

“…”

He sighs, sits beside me and explains:

“She had a problem with her router port, and Bobby might have accidentally touched it, so just trim it. I’m sorry.

“What the hell? I didn’t hear you. “Dobby? She raised a family elf? I’m sorry.

It is clear that I was overwhelmed by my imagination, and he took a deep look at me: “Bobby, the name of her cat.” I’m sorry.

I was so sulking that I used to say, “I don’t know, even the cat’s name is so clear.” I’m sorry.

I’m not talking.

I stood up with my pajamas and the hard guys said:

“I borrowed the washing machine, and I washed her pajamas back. I’m not used to wearing other people’s clothes. I’m sorry.

I was going to walk out of here, and he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

His fingers are warm, his abdomen are thin cocoon, probably left behind by years of writing.

It’s still on the surface of my skin, and it’s starting to get a little hot with my cheek.

“Are you angry? “I’m just helping her with the router. What are you mad about? I’m sorry.

This sound seems to be calm, but there seems to be some other emotion in the dark currents that flow down there.

I didn’t think about it, I was just being a little rash:

“I’m not angry. It’s about my life. This is the time of isolation, when you’re in touch with strangers, and we’re under one roof, what if my travel code turns red? I’m sorry.

“You’re worried about your itinerary? I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

“But I went out with a mask and I didn’t touch you.”

He said, “As soon as the hand was pressed, We fell into his arms and held his neck under our heads.”

Close, entangled in breath, he looked at me for a moment and came to kiss me.

That kiss lasted only a second, but it blew my mind and my mind away.

“Well, you can really worry now. I’m sorry.

When the voice of Wittung was ringing, I finally returned to my eyes, and the whole man was smitten from him, and he said, “You, you, me, me.”

He sat there, and looked at me calmly, and said, “Don’t pretend, you’ve been thinking about me before.” I’m sorry.

All right, I admit, I’m the kind of guy who talks about kings, who dreams of thieves and doesn’t have the guts to do it.

“What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

Then he ran away with his nightgown.

It was only when I threw my pajamas in the washing machine, and I stood up, that I realized that he was standing behind me again.

“Tomway is my colleague in the market sector of the company. I’m sorry.

Without waiting for me, he’d have explained first, “Because she’s a neighbor downstairs, she’ll come to me occasionally to help. I’m sorry.

“Well, you must be very familiar. Why else would you ask her to borrow her pajamas? I’m sorry.

I looked down, and I looked at the roller, and I said, “My mom sent me clothes, and I didn’t wear her pajamas, and I sent them to her when they dried up. I’m sorry.

He sighs, stretches his hand up my head and looks down at me:

“Fancy, think about it. Who lends a pyjamas to someone else? I admit, I lied to you. I didn’t borrow it. I’m sorry.

I was like, “What about you and the other girls? I’m sorry.

Looks like he’s gone.

“No other girl, but I don’t know what to tell you right now. I’m sorry.

And he said, “Well, it’s nothing to do with Don Vie, it’s nothing to do with other girls. Just wear it. I’m sorry.

Six.

For the past three years, I’ve kept my hair in a hot curl, learned to wear makeup and become used to wearing skirts and high heels so that my mother came home in the year, and my mother sheds tears of comfort:

“Sweety, you’ve lived 25 years, you’re a little girl. I’m sorry.

I didn’t mean to tell her it was all because I threw Mein in the cake and ran away.

Then he sent me a message, “Dude, do you hate me? I’m sorry.

It is already a rare emotional cross-examination with the constant indifference of the balance.

I thought that I did screw up his well-arranged confession, apologized with some guilt, and then transferred a sum of money.

“Forget it. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” I’m sorry.

And because of this, I’ve chosen the firm farthest away from home in a lot of offers I’ve received, and I haven’t seen the guards since.

Until two months ago, when my mother was sick and had a little surgery, I finally decided to resign.

I told my best friend what happened during the day.

“Well, since he kissed you, it doesn’t seem like you’ve had much of a response, which means you still have a chance. I’m sorry.

I’m going to go to the living room the next morning and I’m going to show him a beautiful spring sleep picture.

Put on your sleeping dress, put on your perfume, and even think about what to do with it.

That night, the day went by and the kisses were flashing back and forth in my dreams, and there was a continuing trend.

But the plan is still dead.

Because my physiology comes a week early.

The next morning, I woke up, and when I found myself rubbing blood on the bed sheet of Wittler and on it, I was scared.

Even worse, he is still knocking on the door outside the bedroom: “Sweet, get up for breakfast.” I’m sorry.

Didn’t he work late last night in the living room? Why is he up so early?

I closed my eyes and broke the jar, and said, “I am in pain. I’m sorry.

This time, he really needs to borrow from his neighbors.

He went upstairs to borrow the sanitary towels, and took him down with him two minutes later.

And We strangled on the couch with our bellies, and We cried out, with our strength, “I want to take painkillers first.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want a glass of red sugar first? I’m sorry.

And when the voice of the gentle woman was ringing, and I raised my head, I saw Domway standing before me, wearing a mask, with only one eye of water.

“Oh, it’s you. I’m sorry.

When I said this, it became clear to me that the already relaxed atmosphere in her body was suddenly tense.

I breathed, and I squeezed a line out of my teeth: “That thing doesn’t work for me…”

And he covered his lips, and he took his face seriously: “She seems to be in pain, and I remember that you didn’t hurt, and you worked all night.” I’m sorry.

I can’t believe he remembers Don Vay’s physical pain?

I shrunk there, weak and helpless, and tears were falling.

“Every girl has a different body and cannot be said in general. Donvy bends over and grabs my hand, “She’s so cold, it’s better to drink hot water and take her medicine. I’m sorry.

Her hands are so soft and soft, and she has a sweet scent, and every hair silk is right, and I can’t keep up with it.

I watched her walk into the kitchen with Wittung, and I sat up and looked at her head.

Tomway’s side says something, probably to take care of her feelings, and he sits low and listens carefully.

I was in my room, but I was like an outsider.

I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes.

Is there anything worse than the arrival of a lover?

Yes, it was the enemy who made you a ginger-tree red sugar when you were in pain and brought painkillers and sanitary towels to you.

“I’m going up first. Take a rest. “If anything or not enough, let me be called up.” I’m sorry.

I said thank you, Don Vyle smiled, and then left.

Then suddenly my heart was filled with a feeling of lowness.

Me and her are like a place in the sky, and it’s normal if the person I like is really her.

7

I went to the bathroom in white and found out that he was washing the sheets that I had dirty in his hand and even the night skirts and…

In a moment, my face was red, and I split my hand and took the little piece of fabric that was in the hand of the guard: “I can wash it myself.” I’m sorry.

Help.

I don’t know if it’s a physiology thing, but I’m standing there, a little shy and a little uncomfortable.

“Don’t touch cold water during your physiology.” I’m sorry.

He wiped his wet hands clean, and beat them in my hair, “I’ve changed the sheets, go back to the bedroom and lie down.” I’m sorry.

I sucked my nose and whispered, “Did you take care of me because of my mother and Aunt Chow?” I’m sorry.

I was a little afraid to hear too cruel an answer, so I walked outside.

Just walked a few steps and the guard behind him opened his mouth.

“Fancy.” He said, “We’ve known each other 24 years, and I took you home to change your pants. I’m sorry.

“…”

Sunshine came in from a small window and fell into his constant cold, unbridled eyes, like a falling star.

“I take care of you because you’re cute. I’m sorry.

Wittung was so beautiful, he made me go back to my bedroom and sleep.

After I fell asleep, I had a long dream that was full of me and Wittler’s little bits and pieces.

Kindergarten, I cried for pissing my pants. He took a leave of absence from the teacher and took me back to change.

In junior high, I was about to skip school and go to the Internet cafe, and as a result, he waited for me under the wall of the obligatory road, and slipped back with his collar.

In the spring of college, I bought a green-skin hard seat to save money, and he was with me, and as a result, my seat was occupied by a mother, and when I talked to her, the son of the koomata stood up and tried to hit me, and he pushed me back.

He looked at him in coldness: “A man with his own mother on a green-skin train, taking over the seats of a little girl, beating people, poor, lazy and ignorant. If I had been you, I would have been ashamed to get out of the car, and you would have had a thick face.” I’m sorry.

I’ve never heard him say anything so mean in my life.

The man can’t hang on his face, and she’s scolding the car.

“Sit down.” I’m sorry.

In the midst of the spring, the cars are filled with people, and the noise and the eccentric smell are mixed into a monolithic fire.

And he sat there at will, as if a moon without dust had fallen upon the earth.

I traveled for hours, and I used my spare light from time to time.

It was as if at that moment that I suddenly realized that he was a very handsome, extraordinary boy.

And then I screwed up his confession scene and ran away.

Think about it, for more than 20 years, my life has been with Mein Sein since memory.

Except for the first three years.

For the past three years, because of my deliberate evasiveness, our interaction was almost blank.

“We can be friends for the rest of our lives.”

In my dream, I was murmured, my eyes opened open, and I saw the guard standing in front of my bed with a glass of water and medicine.

“Take another painkiller. “Does it hurt? Is there somewhere else? I’m sorry.

I took the glass, swallowed the capsule, noded and shook.

Before he left, he said, “If only you had been so good.” I’m sorry.

That sounds like a lot.

I’m stuck in bed with a blanket and I think about it and I’ve taken my phone and I’ve texted my girlfriend.

She said, “It doesn’t seem like it’s any fun to you from the way the guard works. I’m sorry.

But she said that, and then the next few days, the attitude towards me was cold.

I’m not sure, even trying to get my sympathy out of my hand, but he just sits there in a state of indifference, turns over a page, and calms the road: “Leave on, lie down.” I’m sorry.

The man’s mind is too hard to imagine, and I think of Don Vie and I’m upset, and I’m going to take a couple of beers from the fridge after the physiology period.

I got drunk.

Three cans of beer went down, and I ran out to find Wittung, and he was working and smoking on the balcony.

It’s dark, and the moonlight comes out of the window, and the air around him becomes colder, and a little radiant.

I ran over and whispered, “Big brother, stop smoking and smoke me.” I’m sorry.

“…come on. He turned around and saw me wrinkled, and said, “Why do you drink like this? I’m sorry.

“You stay out of this pretty thing. I’m sorry.

When I waved, I hit it right on the head of the cigarette that was still burning, and it burned me.

“Sweet!” I’m sorry.

He grabbed my hand in a bit of a panic, and he was relieved to see that it was nothing.

He suffocated the smoke, held my shoulder and sighs, “Stop it, go back to rest.”

I held my feet before I finished.

And We put it in his ear, and We breathed: I’m sorry.

“…well, I’m here.

“I want to take a bath. I’m sorry.

“…” he’s groaning, “Come on, you’re drunk. I’m sorry.

“You wash me. * I put my chin on his shoulder, sucking my nose, crying for no reason. *

I guess he didn’t want to fight a drunk who was drunk, but he promised me.

He helped me to turn on the water heater, and patiently told me, “Sweat yourself, and I will be at the door, and I will be called whenever I feel uncomfortable.” I’m sorry.

After that, he turned around and didn’t stop.

And I stood in the rising fog, disheartening.

I’m not drunk, I’m just trying to take this opportunity to trick the guards.

Unfortunately, he’s not moving at all.

So he really doesn’t like me? Then why did you kiss me that day?

Hey, asshole!

8

I took a bath, I went out with my wet hair, and I was standing in front of a window, and my throat moved.

I was about to pass without looking, and he grabbed my wrist.

“Where to?”

“Sleep. I’m cold.

“Your hair’s still dripping. I’m sorry.

He said, “Let go of my hand and turn to the bathroom.”

When I came back to the bedroom and sat by the bed, I saw him come in with a blow-blower.

“Sit down, I’ll blow you.” I’m sorry.

He softly whispered, as if the water had wrapped me in my face.

The warm and warm fingers travel through the hair and move softly.

I snuffed my nose and I opened my mouth, “Will you come to my wedding?” I’m sorry.

His movement stopped at once, the blow-dryer was shut down, and Witchen was slightly down.

“Wedding… you and the ideal one? You don’t have time, you live in my house, and you have time to get married.”

It sounds a little chilly, like a mocking, and my heart swells:

“What’s wrong with getting married? You kissed me, and then you pretended to be nothing. What do you want me to do? I’m sorry.

I turned my head, and I saw General looking at me in shock, and my eyes were getting darker.

Then he took a deep breath: “It’s you who says you want to be my friend for the rest of your life.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t know he heard my dream the other day, but I felt more frustrated:

“Then what? I don’t want to lose you. Is there any other choice than being friends? I’m sorry.

He looked at me and looked at me: “Didn’t you mean to avoid me for three years? I’m sorry.

“That’s because I like you! But you…

The word “not like me” was blocked by a warm kiss before it even came out.

“Then don’t be friends. “I kissed you because I couldn’t tell you because I was afraid you’d regret it, and I didn’t like you.” I’m sorry.

“Fancy, you’re not me, so you don’t know how much I like you. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think I’d hear a statement so direct that my heart would jump out of my chest.

He buried his face on the side of my neck, with soft, velvet hair poking at my skin, itchy, air and heat in his breath.

I swallowed a little bit hard, “What do you want to do without being friends?” I’m sorry.

Help! Is that my voice? How can you be so cute?

What happened back there was…

Intoxicated, my cheeks were swollen, red, the lights were moving in front of me like water waves, and I looked in my eyes and heard the sound of the moth.

“…of course do this. I’m sorry.

9

My mother is a man of vision.

The next day I woke up, my first reaction was this.

“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

Are you tired? I’m sorry.

“… shut up. I pushed him, “I want water! I’m sorry.

His eyes were like flashing waves, and he looked at me for a moment and fell out of the water.

I am confining myself under the covers, and I have carefully reviewed my experience for the past half month.

Delivery of an annual shipment to catch up with the epidemic, forced to live together and take over the bedroom, where they were finally fed and wiped out by alcohol.

Is this the legendary delivery?

After dinner, my phone suddenly rings and calls indicate Aunt Chow.

After all, I fell asleep with my son last night, and on the phone, I was a bit upset. I’m sorry.

“How do you get used to living there? I’m sorry.

Aunt Zhou’s voice was very gentle, “Is it enough to eat? Do you want me to send you some? I’m sorry.

I said, “That’s enough. We can buy food. He’s fine. He lets me sleep in his bed. I’m sorry.

The phone was quiet for two seconds, and she said:

“You remember Auntie said she’d introduce you to a boyfriend? It’s getting better. I’ll take you.

Ah, this.

When I came here with my chips, I said, “Who?” I’m sorry.

“Your mom. I explained to him with my earpiece, and I said to Aunt Chow, “Thank you, but no, I’m not in love yet…”

“Sweet, you said you’d graduated for three years without coming back. Your mother’s been worried about you. Aunty is watching you grow up. You’re like half my daughter. I’m worried about you.”

“All right, let’s add one.”

Before I finished, I took the phone.

“Mom. He looked a little chilly, and he looked, “Yeah, it’s me. I’m sorry.

“Let her go. And now, during the epidemic, everything is going to be tough, so don’t mess up. I’m sorry.

“Of course I’ll take care of her. Don’t worry. I’m sorry.

After that, he hung up the phone and handed it to me.

I picked the frown. “Are you jealous? I’m sorry.

He didn’t talk.

So I covered my lips, and I laughed more and more: “Oh, no, I am so popular.”

As soon as the voice fell, Wittung bowed his head and came to me, staring at my eyes from a very close distance.

“You’re going to add more.

After that, he held my shoulder and kissed on my lips.

A very short kiss, a dragonflies’ water past, but my face is red and my ears are slightly burned.

He asked me, “Why don’t you tell my mother about our relationship?” I’m sorry.

Why?

I can’t answer that.

Even if there had been intimacy, I thought three years ago, and when I thought of Donvy living upstairs, it would still get heavy.

“It’s so sudden that I’m afraid Aunt Law and my mom can’t take it or let them slow down. “I’m a little frustrated with him, and I’ll take you home after New Year, and I’ll announce it in person.” I’m sorry.

He accepted the explanation.

On my offer, he moved back to his bedroom. After all, the sofa is too small, and the weight of the 186 seems a little reluctant.

On the bed, I touched his hand, and took hold of it: “Look, I say, your bed is so big that we can sleep. I’m sorry.

And he turned over and looked at me, and his eyes were bright: “I’m not sleepy right now. I’m sorry.

I’m too weak to be compelled by beauty so easily.

A few days later, I taped my mother, and suddenly she looked at the screen and asked me, “What is that on your neck?” I’m sorry.

I zoomed in, and the spirits were flying, and I stammered, and I said, “Mogs… mosquitoes. I’m sorry.

“On the count of nine colds and mosquitoes? I’m sorry.

My mom, I was like, “Well, it’s warm.”

“Well, let’s not talk about it. You’ll have Wei get you some dew. I’m sorry.

My mom’s face was so long before she hung up.

When I found a chance, I asked Wen-geun, “How do you know that Don-Vie’s period is not painful?”

“I’m a team leader for a project we did last month. He gave me the peeled apple, “One time she worked all night with us and asked me for leave the next day, that’s why. I’m sorry.

Perfect reason.

I’m done.

After all, the last time I had my physiology, Donvy cooked me red sugar and borrowed my sanitary towels and painkillers, and I appreciate her and I wanted to invite her down for dinner.

But then he looked up and said, “Don’t run around during the epidemic, you have to invite her to dinner until the isolation is over.” I’m sorry.

I think he’s got a point, but he’s got a bowl of dried stew for lunch and brought it up for Donvy.

She thanked me politely for my kindness and asked me, “Can we eat free?” I’m sorry.

“It’s a food machine! I’m sorry.

She smiled: “Sorry, mainly because I don’t eat carbon water.” I’m a little afraid of fat. I’m sorry.

I’ve had a feeling to lift my hands like my own, and I’ve felt the tummy that grew out of the epidemic at home, and I’ve been crying directly to the woman.

When she saw me like this, she said, “It’s okay to eat once in a while. Thank you. I’m sorry.

It’s a nice, gentle, understanding girl. If I was a man, I liked her.

At night, he worked in the living room, and I texted her in the bedroom: “I’m not going to ask her about three years ago. I’m sorry.

She was surprised: “Why?” I’m sorry.

‘Cause it doesn’t make sense. I lay on my back in my bed, strangling my eyes with bright lights. “Now that I believe that he likes me, I believe that his heart, even if I asked why he liked Tony three years ago, what would change?” I’m sorry.

My girlfriend stopped talking for half a day, and then she said in my way.

“However. She added, “Sweet, I think you’re a bit low on yourself. I’m sorry.

How can you not be humbled?

I’ve lived 25 years for the first time in the world because I’ve learned it.

And I’ve only ever liked one man, and I’m dying, so I ran away three years ago after messing up the scene of Mr. Witchen’s confession, and I can’t even face his questions and what happens next.

While it makes no sense to try to persuade myself, the world of adults, to pursue it, it is probably because I was too tired to sleep in the middle of the night.

Until they wake up.

I opened my eyes blindly and heard him ask me, “Why not cover the covers?” I’m sorry.

Says he pulled up the blanket that I kicked to the foot, prepared to cover it, and stopped at the moment when he touched my arm’s skin.

“Fancy. “You seem to have a fever.” I’m sorry.

I’m an inspiration, completely awake.

He went out in a hurry and he took a thermometer to measure my temperature, 37.8 degrees C.

I was so scared and held his hand: “What should we do? Am I being pulled into quarantine? I’m sorry.

“I’m sure we’ll have to wait till tomorrow to finish the nucleic acid. He grabbed my hand, calmly appeased, and said, “It’s probably because of the cold, you’re wearing less, you’re asleep and you kicked the blanket, you must be cold. I’m sorry.

He gave me a cup of cold medicine and leaned on the bed so that I could sleep on his leg to see my temperature at any time.

I’m a little sleepy, I can’t sleep, I can’t stand up and I can’t talk to him: “Have you finished your work?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

“If I were really new, would I be in quarantine? We live together, you have to go in isolation, and I delivered food to Donvy yesterday, and she’ll have to go with her. I’m sorry.

And I thought, “Well, let’s just think about it, and let’s just cry, “When the travel code turns red, aren’t we going to be exposed to the world? I’m sorry.

“…”

He couldn’t stop crying, reaching out to my forehead: “Then set me straight.” I’m sorry.

10

Later, I lay on his leg and fell asleep in his waist.

The next morning, I was woken up by my mother’s death chain call.

“Sweet!” “You and Ii did it! I’m sorry.

I just sat on the bed, “Mom, how do you know?” I’m sorry.

“You didn’t see it? I’m sorry.

“I’ll see it now. I’m sorry.

I’ll hang up the phone and open it.

At 3:30 a.m., I had a circle of friends, a picture of me sleeping on his leg and a suspicious body of liquid next to his cheek.

It says, “When you fall asleep, you can spit.” I’m sorry.

In the comment area, our mutual friend blew up the pot and looked at it carefully.

“What do you mean by this circle of friends?” I’m sorry.

“You haven’t got a cold yet. Why are you wearing that? I’m sorry.

He frowned his eyebrow and grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and put it on me and put it down before the couch, and kneeled on one knee to put on a cotton tug.

This position is a fairy tale, and my face is red, and I stare at him, “Your friend, explain!” I’m sorry.

Wei-Chong was suffocating: “Why do you say that you are afraid that our affair will come to light?” I’m sorry.

He sent a picture of me salivating in my sleep to a friend’s circle.

“No good! I opened my hand to him, “Delete, reissue one.” I’m sorry.

He deleted the ring of friends who were too straight and sent back a carefully modified selfie with a half a day of writing:

“There are such beautiful, talented girls in the world who have become my girlfriend. I’m sorry.

I’m satisfied.

He kept his phone on his face and held me up:

“Well, go back to bed now. I called the staff this morning, and they’ll come to the door for nucleic acid, and then they’ll be in isolation, and then they’ll determine whether it’s a simple cold fever or a new crown. I’m sorry.

Fortunately, the staff made me seven nucleic acids, which were negative, and I never had a fever after.

I was scared that night, just a false alarm.

It’s the circle of friends, but it’s a great shock.

The comment area even had Aunt Chow and my mom.

Aunt Zhou: “Is this you? Give my son back. I’m sorry.

My mom says, “Don’t take anybody else.

You two are young and up to date.

I’m going down with Wittler’s phone, and I’m going down to see Donny’s comments.

Only two words: congratulations.

I’m stunning. I’m trying to get back to something. I feel like I’m showing off.

After a month of isolation, we finally unblocked.

I wanted to go home myself, and my mother called earlier, like she didn’t know what she was saying: “If you didn’t bring my baby, don’t think I’d open the door for you.” I’m sorry.

“You threatened me for an outsider? Are you still my mother, Ms. Rothsysu? I can’t believe it. “And besides, if you don’t open the door, can’t I open it myself? I’m sorry.

“I forgot to tell you, your father went out in the morning to bend his hand and came back and accidentally emptied the fingerprints in the lock vault.” I’m sorry.

“…so it’s been so long since we met Auntie Chow, you’re going to have someone come home first? I’m sorry.

I didn’t want to die, and my mom said, “Stop talking and your aunt will come tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

Then I hung up.

I can’t help but pass on the idea of her old man to Wittung.

“If you don’t want to…”

“Why wouldn’t I? * He interrupts me, * * Lorraine, I don’t want to or you don’t want to, what are you afraid of? I’m sorry.

I couldn’t answer, so I pretended to understand: “What are you afraid of? If you agree, we’ll leave tomorrow morning. I’m sorry.

The next morning, I was driving with Mr. Witchen.

On the way, the phone rings, it’s a strange number, and I can’t pick it up, so I’ll have Witchen turn me on.

There’s a young man over there who says, “Is he cute?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Yes, brother, who are you?”

“My name is Chen Huai. I’m the one Aunt Law introduced you to. He said, “I haven’t been in touch with you, I don’t think I’ve been able to see you during the epidemic, and I don’t want to talk about it. Now that I’ve unsealed, I’ve learned your basics, and I think it’s good that you’re my ideal. When are you free, we’ll meet for dinner and talk? I’m sorry.

I threw my car into the parking lot, and some of my little twats, “I don’t need to see you anymore … Well, I mean, I’ve got a boyfriend, and I wish you the next ideal. I’m sorry.

After that, I didn’t wait for him to make a sound, reached out and pressed the end button.

Turn around and look at me, I’m sure. I’m sorry.

I smiled: “Unfortunate, absolutely unexpected…”

Wen-tslept, took my chin up, managed to scratch my lipstick.

Well, it turns out the High Ridge flower is so jealous.

By the time we get home with something, the parents of Wittung are here.

I didn’t think it was unusual, even used to, that they used to visit each year, but this time I was so nervous.

And he turned his back, and softly appeased me: “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.

He took my hand and passed it over to him, ” Aunt Lo, Uncle Hu.” I’m sorry.

My mother told my father to pick up the things and then the spring wind and the wind said to the guard, “Sit down, Wei.” Smart boy’s got a bad temper. I’m sorry.

I’ve lived 25 years and never heard her speak to me with such a gentle voice.

Aunt Zhou was looking at me with kindness, listening to me and saying to my mother:

“Don’t say that cuteness is a good child. We’re the ones who don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.

“Well, you know what you’ve been doing for her?” I’m sorry.

Aunt Zhou was holding a cup of tea and shaking her head: “How can you find out what you’re thinking without a little outside? I’m sorry.

Uncle Wei shouted in his face: I’m sorry.

“Dad. I’m sorry.

“Do you really like being cute? I’m warning you, you can’t bring that light air out here. I’m sorry.

Uncle Wei was so full of shit that I broke seven ashtrays, broke two windows and threw the firecrackers in the neighbor ‘ s garden, all of which were my pots.

“Dad. “Don’t worry, I’ll get married when it stabilizes. I’m sorry.

As soon as that was said, the four men before them were so angry that they began to discuss the wedding.

My mother waved at me, “Come on, no more of you, take Metsun to your room. I’m sorry.

When I was dazed, I brought him into my bedroom and closed the door to react: “This is it?” I’m sorry.

“What do you want? I’m sorry.

“I didn’t say a word from the beginning! I’m sorry.

He laughed and kissed my lips: “You don’t have to talk. You don’t know how long my mom wanted you to be her daughter-in-law. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

At the end of the year, I got a job on my side of the house, totally stabilized.

But as a result of my new assignment and the new project, the two people are busy.

It’s been six months since we saw each other.

“Tomorrow is the first official date I’ve had with Wei Jin. What should I wear, make up, take him to eat, play? I’m sorry.

I was nervous about consulting my best friend, and she laughed at her: “Come on, honey, it’s just a date. Do you want to get so nervous and make it look like a spring trip for elementary school? I’m sorry.

“Hold up. I’m sorry.

“No, no, no, Po, I was wrong. “It’s springtime, wear a smaller dress and light makeup.” As for a date, you can take him to the cinema to watch a horror movie or to escape in a secret room. I’m sorry.

I did everything I could.

So when I got to the secret room and escaped, I watched the ghostless NPC show in front of me, and the no-freaky, funny-looking makeup, and I managed to shrink in the middle of the day.

“Demand. “I’m scared. I’m sorry.

He looked at me with dark light, and he said, “Fear and hold tight.” I’m sorry.

I closed my eyes and I was on my way up, and the NPC behind me came up with it with due diligence and tried to continue to create a climate of terror.

“Assumption.

I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it. I was just about to kiss you. Can’t you see? I’m sorry.

NPC is staring.

I regret to have to travel three minutes ago.

When I got out of the secret room and went to the deposit deposit, I wrote to my girlfriend, “I think I screwed up.” I’m sorry.

“What? “What did you do?” The horns are in the elevator? I’m sorry.

“About that. I’m sorry.

I was a little upset, “I was in the middle of a secret room, in front of the guard, yelling at the ghost NPC. I’m sorry.

“Dude, you’re dating a man. Do you want to play a Thai boxing on the spot?” I’m sorry.

“Then I…”

“How to fix it” was suddenly removed before it was written.

“Who are you talking to? I’m sorry.

“My best friend. “I don’t have date experience, I don’t want to screw up, but I’ll ask her. I’m sorry.

He’s standing there. He’s a little angry and a little helpless.

“I’ve never had a meeting either. We don’t have to ask people, we don’t have to. I want to experience it with you, just with you. I’m sorry.

He’s so sweet. My face is red with my neck.

Finally, Me and Wittung went to an archery shop nearby.

This is my favorite entertainment after my job, and as soon as I get my gear on, I’m going to go for my eyebrow. I’m sorry.

He was smiling and shaking his head.

“Then you and I bet that if I do, you have to answer me one question, the only one to be honest with. I’m sorry.

When I came out of the archery, the hymns of excitement had not completely faded, and I saw Don Vie not far away.

I stopped at once and looked at her.

She stood there in the middle of the river, where she had an independent character.

And finally, she came forward, standing before us, and she lamented: “I knew that I had never won. I’m sorry.

When she said that, she seemed particularly depressed.

I’d like to ask her, “Why didn’t you be with Wittung three years ago, but he didn’t say, “You’re good, I think you’re better than me, and you’ll meet someone who’s happy.” I’m sorry.

And she laughed, “Thank you, so I lost, and I would have liked you, too, if I were you.” I’m sorry.

And when she had said that, she would not be left in passing.

He slipped a few times on his phone and turned around and asked me, “Didn’t you say you wanted to eat a pig belly chicken?” I think there’s a nice score around here. I’m sorry.

“Do you remember the bet we made? I’m sorry.

When I sat down in the store, I finally had the courage to ask him, “Tell me, when did you fall in love with me three years ago, when did we meet? I’m sorry.

I thought I was going to answer this question seriously, but I didn’t think he was just looking at me and asking me, “When did I like Domway?” I used to go to school with her, now I’m a colleague, and there’s nothing else but that, never. I’m sorry.

I can’t believe it.

“In KTV, didn’t you set up a crime scene? I bought a cake, put a wreath on the wall, and your roommate said, “You’re going to give your goddess a name…”

“Yeah, I’m gonna tell you something. I’m sorry.

He put the chicken in my bowl.

“But you threw me on a cake, you destroyed the scene, and then you ran away, and your friend went out after you. Then you told me I was sorry, turned the money around and took me black, and you kept avoiding me, and I thought you didn’t like me. I’m sorry.

So, I’m the goddess I was going to confess?

I fucked up my own confession scene?

I sat there for a long time, from my fingertips to my head.

He touched my head, “Well, let it go.” I’m sorry.

“So I took you away and kept avoiding you. Don’t you hate me? Why do you still like me? I’m sorry.

The guard’s hand was lightened in the air.

“I’m in trouble, I can’t turn. I’m sorry.

12

After dinner, Me and Witchen went for a walk at the mall and went to a pyjamas.

It’s a well-known chain of brands, and there’s some special styles in the store, besides normal pajamas.

“Do you like it?” I’m sorry.

“No, don’t ask me. Ask yourself. Do you like it? I’m sorry.

I came to him and said two words: ‘Buy it.’ I’m sorry.

The shopkeeper enthusiastically wrapped us up, and when he paid for it, he naturally announced his cell number: “I have members.” I’m sorry.

I looked at him on the side and looked up at him, “This is a women’s pyjamas.” Who else did you bring? I’m sorry.

“What are you thinking?” She used my number to get a card. I’m sorry.

It’s Aunt Chow.

Fake surprise.

I went out with something, and then I stopped at the door.

The shopkeeper looked at me, and he said, “Oh, that’s what our shop looked like last year, and it’s about to go down and make a break. You can take one if you like. I’m sorry.

“No need. * I shake my head * I’m sorry.

There is.

Isn’t that the pink color, the soft side of the lace, the nightgown I borrowed from my neighbor?

In the face of my questioning, Wisdom finally told the truth for a moment: “This is a present for your birthday.” I’m sorry.

I was like, “A birthday present? But my birthday is in September. I’m sorry.

“I know. He looked me in the eye under a dark light, and said, “For the first three years, you refused to see me, but I’ll give you a birthday present every year, but I’ll leave it with you. I’m sorry.

“I thought, one day when you won’t hide from me, I’ll save these for you. I’m sorry.

I was there, and a memory of the past suddenly crossed the river of time and landed in my mind.

Every birthday I’ve had since kindergarten, I’ve told Wittung in advance: “Remember to prepare a birthday present for me.” I’m sorry.

Up until one time in junior high, I didn’t wait for his present from morning until afternoon, and I was angry and angry, and after school I blocked the guard in front of the classroom. And you haven’t told me about happy birthday! I’m sorry.

He looked at me in the sunset, and took a big gift box out of his pocket and delivered it to me: “Happy birthday. I’m sorry.

There were little red shoes in there, the most popular style for girls in school at that time.

Actually, I like it, but I just feel like it’s tarnishing my cool girl image, so I haven’t asked my mom for it.

I love holding that box in my hands, trying to crush my lips: “Well, I barely accept this gift. You’ll give me a birthday present every year, or I’ll never have the best relationship with you again. I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I’ve come back from my memory, and I’m going to be drunk in my eyes.

He stretches out his hand, rubbing my eyebrow: “You are more weeping than ever before. I’m sorry.

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry.

“I don’t care, you’ll have to give me a birthday present every year.” I’m sorry.

“Good. “Now that I’m 80 years old, I can give you more than 50 gifts and you’ll cry more than 50 more?” I’m sorry.

I snuffed my nose: “Fifty times are not enough, we’ll get 100 years together, and you’ll have to get me another 100 birthday presents.” I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

As on numerous occasions in the past, he has not hesitated to respond to my unreasonable demands.

I hugged the guard’s neck and kissed him.

From the very beginning to the present, and from the very beginning to the very end, I want to be the only one who will grow old.

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The Devil San San sleeps until midnight, I feel like there’s someone next to me.

In the moonlight, the man in the cold was in my bed again.

I’m going crazy.

Since my mother helped me with my marriage at an unknown temple, every night that man appears.

But every time I’m like a ghost, I can’t move, I can’t just watch a man take my blanket, grab my big bed and kick me under the bed.

At first, I thought it was my mom’s way of getting me out of this.

I didn’t realize until my friend Susu’s house slept until midnight, and the man next to him became that man.

This is a fucking dream!

One.

The next day, I was so sad, I was crying.

“If you can’t resist, enjoy it.” I’m sorry.

I:

At night, the men appeared again.

And when I was born unloved, and I waited stiffly for to be kicked out of my bed, suddenly the man waved his arms and brought me into my arms.

My face was right on his chest muscles.

…so big.

I tried to struggle and suddenly found out I could move.

When it’s hard to move, the man pushes so hard, he locks me in his arms again, and the sound of his mouth is lazy:

“Good boy, don’t move. I’m sorry.

Then I woke up.

I accepted Susu’s advice.

Every night, I go to sleep with a glamorous mind.

And I found out that if I had physical contact with him, I could move.

It’s a setup. I’m afraid it’s not gonna make me an old-fashioned man.

But we’re not the kind of people who do nothing but touch their pecs, their abdominals, and study the style of men’s underwear.

But one thing I care more about.

I can’t see a man’s face in a dream, and he’s got a fog on his face, and at best he can see his absconding jaw.

I didn’t give up, just a little touch up along his collarbone, and then, accidentally, there were two little moles on his neck.

Two.

“Wasn’t you been in love lately? I’m sorry.

At the company, Xiao Yeon from next door asked me secretly.

We were too busy to deny, “No, no.” I’m sorry.

She had a smile in her heart: “It must be peaches that look better every day.” I’m sorry.

I look down and hide my red cheeks with my work.

Last night, the man asked me if I wanted to see him in reality.

I was just about to answer, and my mother’s Htoong Lion yelled at me.

On my way to the company, I was thinking about what would happen tonight.

In a few moments, Yeon came back: “Lady, Baek quit.” I’m sorry.

I was like, “What happened? I’m sorry.

“It’s like family reasons. I’m sorry.

White is our department director and has always been the head of the department.

“Who will take it?”

“I hear it’s the company’s high price. “A unmarried man.” I’m sorry.

Even if you’re not married, you’re old, aren’t you?

I’m just walking out of my head and I’m looking at a greasy-ass man.

Speaking of which, suddenly there was a riot in the office, and I looked up and I saw a few seniors walking in with a tall man.

He was standing next to me, and I didn’t see his face very well, but when he opened his mouth, I suddenly felt a little familiar.

Until he left, Yeon pulled my arms and cried, “Director Gu was so handsome,” and I was staring at the computer screen, and my head was blank.

If I’m not mistaken, this new director, Guozhou, he’s got his shirt on top of his neck, in the same position around his neck…

Two moles!

3

All day long, I’ve been watching Guo Guo’s office through glass.

The sound, the body, the mole.

Coincidence, it must be all coincidence!

“As far away, you’re fascinated by the General? “Smoke with a bad smile.

I was busy denying the triads and pretending to keep working.

But it’s like a line, it’s a mess, and it’s causing me to lose my efficiency and have to work a little more after work.

It’s more than 9:00 after all, and I’ve reached a laziness and found the light on the General’s office, and Guo is still working overtime.

Until I left, he had no sign of going off.

That’s how it works on the first day of work. No wonder you’re young enough to take the position of Director General.

At night, I fell asleep a long time before the man showed up.

He turned over and touched my head: “Sorry, it’s late tonight. I’m sorry.

You don’t have to apologize to me, and I didn’t wait for you.

But when it comes to overtime, I have to get back to Inspector Gu.

After all due consideration, I ask, “Is your last name you are, and is it now the Director General?” I’m sorry.

After two minutes of silence, the man smiled, and his chest resonated with a sexy, low resonance:

“How do you know? I’m sorry.

4

I, Timo, at 26, slept in a dream with a strange man every night.

And this man, now my top boss.

I’m numb.

At the company, I tried to avoid contact with Gu Guo, and after all I could recognize him, he might also recognize me.

But in one department, there will inevitably be contacts, such as when he calls us to the conference room to present his job to all his colleagues.

When it comes to me, I press my voice all the way, and I compress my words.

Guo Guo noded, it seemed nothing different.

Back to your seat, Xiao Yeon whispered, “What happened to you? I’m sorry.

I’m just looking for a reason: “It’s a little uncomfortable. I’m sorry.

“A cold?”

“No, no. I’m sorry.

As I said, I suddenly felt a sense of sight, a sense of subconscious, and it happened to look at Guozhou.

He’s out of sight.

It’s like I just accidentally looked at it.

But I was still hairy, so I made up my mind, and I didn’t have to, and I didn’t want to.

When I left work, I ran to the elevator, and I was rushing in to a closing elevator, and I was hoping to be lucky, looking up, looking at the corner of the elevator, standing on a familiar long body repair, looking at me.

I:

Mr. Gu, you’re off duty too. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

He did not seem to want to continue talking to me.

I turned my back to him.

The elevator stopped several floors and crowded out a lot of off-duty people.

And then I was squeezed around, and I was squeezed around.

As a Mary Sou insulation, I didn’t have a dog’s blood trick called “I accidentally crashed into my superior’s arms” but rather a gibberish with one foot on Guo Guan’s shoes.

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to.

I didn’t stand up.

Two degrees.

I:

My soles are probably in love with Guozhou’s leather shoes.

And as she turned her other dragon, she held me by the shoulder, and held me in the narrow crack before him.

I hear laughter on top of my head, with a low-magnetic resonance in his chest, like he laughs in my ear every night:

“Don’t step on it. My shoes are expensive. I’m sorry.

5

Out of the elevator, I even apologized to Guchu and even dared to ask for compensation.

He said it’s okay, no.

Before he left, he suddenly stopped me.

I thought he was gonna recognize me.

As a result, it’s still a matter of work: Zheng Yao, you’ve done a little bit of a brief job report, so we’ll have to go back to the details after work tomorrow. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, but I always felt like he kept away and strangely away from me except for the moment he just laughed.

But it’s good.

After all, we had nothing to do with it.

My lips, say yes.

At night, Guo Gu was in my bed again.

He raised his hand to touch my head and I pushed him away.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“If you show up every night, can we have a book? I’m sorry.

He was confused: “What? I’m sorry.

“First, you have to sleep in your pajamas; second, you can’t go inside me; third, you can’t touch me. I’m sorry.

“Did you think it would be more persuasive to take off your hands and say that?” I’m sorry.

And I started to swing, “You know, I can’t move without touching you. I’m sorry.

He laughed, “Well, I promise you. I’m sorry.

The dream of him, apart from kicking me out of bed at first, was always a gentle, patient and thoughtful image.

Suddenly I wonder whether every night’s dream is one of him and me, or of Guoji here, is just an image I have unilaterally imagined that does not exist.

“What are you thinking?” He asked me.

I made up my mind: “Recently, I’m fat again, and my mom says I’m not getting married.” I’m sorry.

“No, you’re not heavy. I’m sorry.

I said, “You do not know how many pounds I am.” I’m sorry.

He had a few seconds, and he laughed down, and he was lazy and gentle:

“It’s not heavy, after all, stepped on me twice, and I didn’t feel any pain. I’m sorry.

Six.

I woke up from the dream.

My mom knocked, “I’m late! I’m sorry.

It’s almost 9:00.

I’ve been asleep ever since Guzhou appeared in my dreams, and I can’t hear the alarm clock.

I couldn’t have breakfast before I grabbed the milk bread and went out.

On the way to work, Guo Guozhou said, “I stepped on me twice, and I didn’t feel any pain” and often appeared in my ear.

My heart beats fast, and I keep thinking, is Guo Guo Guoyang like me already recognized me in reality?

When I got to the company, Gu Guo was not here, and I thought about my job report, and I opened the computer and started writing.

On the other hand, if you’re going to see her finger flipping on the keyboard, she’s going to say, “So hard.” I’m sorry.

I ate bread: “Director Gu asked me to rewrite a detailed report on my job. I’m sorry.

At this point, a long, long figure passed by us.

I stopped all stiff.

What’s wrong?

Close the door to the Inspector General’s office.

I’ve been busy looking back and I’ve been typing, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.

In the glass office, Guo Guo took off his coat and sat at the desk and opened the computer to start work.

It’s like nothing happened last night.

I’m slowly tightening my fingers.

He didn’t come to me and he didn’t say a word to me.

It’s like a million odd days.

So, is it true that the words in the dream were said by Guo Guo, or did I imagine the lines based on what happened in reality?

At 2 p.m., I knocked the door of the Director General’s office in a complex manner with the written report.

Gu was sitting behind the desk, and I was naturally made to sit.

I looked at him and tried to find a little bit of him different from me.

He looked down at my report and asked questions from time to time.

It’s all the simplest things, but in the face of people who appear in bed every night, my tongue is like a knot, my brain is out of control, my tongue is like a geriatric dementia.

Guo Guo’s report closed, and looked up, with his eyebrow wrinkled and his voice chilled: “If things are bad today, we can come back tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

That moment, my heart fell a little.

I’m sure that the gentle and kind Guo Guoji in the dream is just a role I imagined.

As for similar sound bodies and two moles, it should be a coincidence. And then when I met Guan, my subconscious and imagination continued to perfect the role in the dream, and set him completely as Gu Guan.

I looked down and whispered “sorry” and left in a hurry.

Throughout the afternoon, I was in the strict and cold of Guangzhou.

Xiaoyeon asked: “Mr. Gu has asked you to rearrange again?” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

“That’s sick. I’m sorry.

That’s what I used to say when I was talking to Yeon, and the more perverted I was, the easier it was to succeed.

I wonder: “It is a perverted director.” I’m sorry.

At this very moment, Guo Guo opened the door of the office and looked at us in depth and walked straight through us.

Me and Yeon:

Fuck!

7

After work, Gu was sitting in the office.

Yeon advised me to leave later, but I didn’t want to stay for a moment and get packed and leave.

Before I left, I looked back and found out that Yeon had been called to the Director General’s office.

On my way home, I thought I’d rest my mind.

When I sent the message, I thought, “If that’s the case, he’s a very cautious man.”

Hi, Yeon: No, I asked about work.

That night, I slept in depression.

I’m not saying a word when I see myself in bed again.

“I’m wearing my pajamas.” I’m sorry.

I continue to say nothing.

He also pointed out the distance between us: “I did not enter your refuge.” I’m sorry.

I’m still silent.

Quiet for a moment, and suddenly I felt warm and soft on my head.

“But I would love to touch you.” I’m sorry.

I’m breathin’.

I don’t know if it’s my fault, but I always thought he was lonely when he said that.

It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to anyone.

So that’s the character I set for Gudrun in my dream.

But he’s young to be the director, and the pressures and challenges he faces should be hard to imagine.

That makes sense.

I finally got soft.

Turn around and ask, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I still can’t see his face, but I always think he’s staring at me.

“Nothing. * He shakes his head for a long time * I’m sorry.

I didn’t hesitate to go in his arms.

He held me tight.

It was my dream anyway.

We’ve hugged them a million times in a dream anyway.

Maybe he was too gentle in his dreams and I couldn’t help but complain about him in his reality: “You are so cold to me in the daytime…”

He touched my long hair: “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be troubled by my dreams, by your reality. I’m sorry.

Wait a minute. I don’t understand that.

He smiled: “I don’t know why the girl in my dream is you, but I imagine that the woman’s superior will be rejected, and you already have a boyfriend…”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

He smiled again, and his chest was buzzing: “You are still single in my dream.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t have a boyfriend! I’m sorry.

“Well, then tonight, you belong only to me. “And I’m not a pervert.” I’m sorry.

8

When I woke up, I thought to myself, and I didn’t feel right.

According to the dream, he seemed to be like me and thought I was the role he had unilaterally assumed. And in order not to bother me, deliberately alienate me in reality and pretend to be a stranger.

I don’t know where “boyfriend” came from, but I have to figure it out.

Did he dream with me or not?

When I got to the company, I walked into the director’s office again.

In the course of my second debriefing to Gu Guozhou, I watched carefully, without missing any micro-expressions from him, and tried to find evidence that Guo Guo was sleeping with me every night in a dream.

But he’s still doing his job, he’s cold and he’s not like I’m in a dream.

After that, I stood still.

So you did it on purpose?

Did you mean to be so cold to me?

I was just trying to open my mouth and Guo Guo opened my eyes: “What else? I’m sorry.

And I strangled and shook my head.

And when I got to the door, I stopped and turned to Gu Guo Guo, and said, “Well, I’m not always like this, but something happened to me in my private life recently, so I’m sure I’m going to work hard.” I’m sorry.

Gu Guo is looking at me and I can’t see the anger.

Half an hour, noding, “Well, got it. I’m sorry.

I opened the door and left.

Back in position, I retouched.

Can Guo Guo’s attitude towards me, which obviously doesn’t look like a dream with me every night, be an expression of my subconscious and of the logic imposed on me in order to explain the coldness of Guo Guo’s reality?

And he said I had a boyfriend and it was just like my imagination in a dream.

So, what happens now is that in our dreams we share the same bed, and in reality we are strangers?

I wanted to break into the director’s office and ask him if he’s been dreaming about me sleeping with him every night?

But I think if I do, I’m afraid my career will end, and even worse, I’ll be arrested for treatment as a psychopath.

I wouldn’t dare.

I spent the whole day in a coma and fishing.

It was hard to get to the end of the day, and I went to the elevator with Guzhou.

…no words.

It’s good to have other colleagues in the elevator. I’ve been talking to other people, and I haven’t looked at Guo Guan.

Out of the way, everyone left, I was going to the subway station and suddenly someone called me.

I turned back, and in front of the brightly lit writing building, Guozhou stood at the junction of light and walked towards me.

It may be that the night was too gentle, or that he came in reverse the light, as if he had broken the subwall of the dream, climbed over the mountains, walked over the mountains, and appeared before me.

I stood there and suddenly there was an urge to cry.

He stood right in front of me, and he said, “I can’t talk, I can’t talk.”

“Tsimmit, I don’t mean not to deny your ability to work today, but, on the contrary, you’re a pretty good man by your past. If there’s something wrong with my approach, I apologize. I’m sorry.

I stopped.

He called me to apologize?

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry.

He looked at me, opened his mouth, and seemed to say something, and he hesitated for a moment, and he finally said, “If you have any difficulties in your personal life, the company can help, I can help you coordinate as much as I can. I’m sorry.

“Ah?” And I was stunned to realize that I told him today that something had happened in private life.

I can’t tell him that my problem is to sleep with you every night in a dream?

“They’re all small things, nothing special…”

He nods his head: “Well, okay. I’m sorry.

Until we left, Guo was well-balanced.

The interest of the staff as a supervisor was expressed and the attitude of the public was maintained.

I’m the only one who shakes God.

On the subway, black glass shows my numb face.

Except for each night’s dream, I don’t think there’ll ever be an intersection between me and Guzhou.

9

In the evening, Gu Guo came to say something, and I covered his mouth.

I put my index finger on my lips, “Don’t talk.” I’m sorry.

Don’t give me any more gentle words, don’t show me your softness and weakness, and don’t let me get stuck in my dreams.

I’m afraid that one day I’ll never know the difference between dream and reality, and I’ll never stop coming to you and asking if you remember me.

“Hmm? He’s making an incomprehensible syllable.

I put my finger down and I laughed.

Forget it, it’s an uncontrollable dream, and why should I try to control the man I imagined existed?

We put the forehead on his chest: “Why am I alone?” I’m sorry.

Why do I have to be alone?

He raised his hand and touched his head, and his voice was soft: “You are not alone.” I’m sorry.

Of course, I’ll always be a gentle man in my dreams.

I went on to ask, “If I told you I had a boyfriend, would you disappear? I’m sorry.

It was only for a while that he said, “I don’t know.” I’m sorry.

I looked up and gently pushed him away.

The moment of separation, I can clearly feel my body getting heavy again, like being locked up in chains and not moving at all.

But in my heart it’s never easy.

I looked up, I smiled, and my eyes were blurry.

We said: ‘I have a boyfriend. Will you leave my dream?’ I’m sorry.

10

It’s like breaking a magic spell.

I haven’t dreamt about Guo Guan for days.

In the company, Xiao Yeon asked me, “You seem to be in a bad state of mind lately. I’m sorry.

I did a little bit, and the scene of my dream with Guju came to light until the end.

And I said, “Well, it is.” I’m sorry.

I can’t help looking at the director’s office when I’m busy at work.

I am somewhat consoled to see that the man who disappeared in his dream remains in reality. Even if I knew clearly, we would never have any connection after the dream.

But I don’t know why, these days, I’ve always felt that Guo Guozhou’s strictness is starting to increase.

Whatever work I have done, he can always find a reason to call me to the office and then raise his own questions about a few minor issues.

I’m going to explain to you that he seems satisfied again and let me go back to work.

I don’t know.

Xiao Yeon whispered to me, “How’s the department doing lately?” I’m sorry.

“Who knows? I’m sorry.

I’m increasingly sure that I imagined Guo Guo in my dream, after all, it’s far too different from what I’m actually seeing.

So forget about him in your dream.

It’s raining. I’m working overtime again.

When I left Guo Guo Guo was still working, I looked at him after the glass and remembered the night when he apologized in his dreams after working overtime.

I shook my head and stepped out of the company.

When I left the house, I found the rain was heavy, I didn’t have an umbrella, I stood in front of the lobby and wanted to wait for the rain to be smaller.

I saw Guchu coming to the door.

I was too busy to think about it, and I thought it was inappropriate, and I came back, embarrassingly, “Director Guo…”

He nods his head, it’s a response.

When I stood a metre away, he looked up at the growing rain and looked back at me, showing a smile, “No umbrella.” I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Should I be honest? Will he invite me to an umbrella? Should I accept his invitation?

And as I was dazzling in my inner play, Guo was laughing, “What a coincidence I did not bring. I’m sorry.

Okay.

I don’t know what to say.

The fact that I and Guchu are rarely alone in a place other than the company, and the fact that we are now in the rain together reminds me of the dream of sleeping with him.

He looked up at the time, moved two inches up his sleeve and showed his wrist and steel watch.

I couldn’t help but look to the side of my eyes, and the hands of the two bones had touched my head on numerous nights.

I saw my eyes, and Guo asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.

The air was quiet for a few minutes, and Gu was suddenly saying, “You’ve been working well lately. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

It’s true he’s the one who’s always leading, and he keeps his mouth shut.

“Hmm. * I’m just a little *

Then we had a little chat about work, and I kept an eye on the rain.

I couldn’t wait to get out of the rain, and I couldn’t wait to say, “It’s getting smaller.” I’m sorry.

And just took a step forward, and Guo Guo caught me, and showed me that smile, “You have something in your hair.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

Guo Guo suddenly came out with his hands, and his finger was on my hair and ears.

The place he didn’t mean to touch, it was like a fire, and I just felt that my cheek was burning.

He grabbed a piece of paper and put it in front of me: “Perhaps it was when it was shredded.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know. It’s not my fault. I think he’s got a big smile in his dark eyes.

I was busy avoiding sight: “Thank you, I’ll go first…”

“Wait.” He stopped me again, pulled something out of the bag and handed it to me, “the umbrella.” I’m sorry.

I’m surprised I couldn’t say anything, so I found my voice: “You didn’t say you didn’t…”

He put his umbrella in my arms, and he dazzled his eyes, and he re-emerged, like a fox whose only purpose had been reached, and he answered with his voice down, lazyly:

“I forgot. I’m sorry.

Eleven.

I sat on the bed with the umbrella.

It’s all about Guo Gu’s last laughter – I forgot.

So did he plan to avoid the rain with me in the first place to create an opportunity to be alone with me?

The more I thought it was possible, the more I talked to Sue: I thought my boss was interested in me.

Susu:

SUS: Didn’t you tell me that your dream boss was your own imagination?

I told you what happened today. Suston took a while. Back: Far away.

I:

Okay.

I threw away my phone and took a look at the umbrella for a while.

Guo Guozhou today, may have forgotten his umbrella…

When I got to the company the next day, I looked at the office of the director and tried to find an opportunity to return.

But Guo Guo is always busy and I can’t rush in.

When I was ready to work first, after work, he suddenly called me to the office.

I put my umbrella in the file, and I walked in, and I sat in front of him, “Directorate.” I’m sorry.

If the usual scenario is followed, Guo Guo has already begun to discuss it in the official business. But this time, he put his fingers on the table, and it took him a while, and he said, “At the end of the year, the department was set up. I’m sorry.

I don’t think it’s part of my job to build the regiment.

But I answered correctly: “Yes. I’m sorry.

“A questionnaire on the construction of the mission, send it.” I’m sorry.

I’ll pick it up.

Are you serious? We’re gonna have to do a survey in advance?

Before he left, he stopped me again.

I don’t know if it was my fault, but at that moment he seemed a little pushy and coughed up and said, “Do you want to take the family column and add it. I’m sorry.

I did.

“Oh. I’m sorry.

When I walked out of the office, I realized I forgot to pay back the umbrella, thought about it, and I’d like to send you a questionnaire.

On the other hand, if you’re going to help me, if you’re going to help me, you’re going to say, ” shouldn’t he go to the secretary? I’m sorry.

I don’t really get it, “Maybe we’re close to the office. I’m sorry.

When I fill out the questionnaire, I cannot help but think of Guo Guo’s last sentence.

I took Susu with me in previous years, so I didn’t hesitate to pick up a “yes” for family.

12

When I left work at night, I tried to find Guchu to return the umbrella and found out he had left.

The CEO’s office is hidden and empty.

It’s so rare to get off work so early.

The next morning, I knocked on the office door.

As if Gu was busy, seeing me, turning his eyes towards the computer screen: “What is it? I’m sorry.

The attitude of the official, as if it had been in the first place.

I said, “I’ll return the umbrella. I’m sorry.

He did not lift his eyelids, and his voice was soft: “Put it there.” I’m sorry.

In the cold air, I graze every wrinkled one, and with a finely wrapped umbrella on the couch.

Turning back to the door and looking back at him.

He’s still working. He doesn’t even look at me.

I looked down and rushed back to my seat.

I’ve been thinking about myself all day.

Maybe I was thinking too much…

But in the rain, Guo was so clear that it seemed like it came from a dream.

Or maybe it’s a dream of many nights, and it’s natural for me to carry too many layers of filters on Guangzhou.

In short, in Susu’s words, it’s — I’m trapped in my own dream.

For days, I deliberately avoided Guangzhou.

Nor did he continue to call me to the office, and we did not even have a chance to meet except for the departmental meetings.

I’m relieved.

That’s good.

After a period of overwork at the end of the year, the Mission was on schedule.

This was a three-day, two-night event at the spa resort, and it was only when I boarded my car that I heard that Guo Guo Guo was unable to come because of the work programme.

“I also want to see what the man in your dream looks like. I’m sorry.

I’ll cover her mouth.

I’ve had a lot of fun since Gu was gone.

The next night, Sue stayed in the room in a hot spring, and I was singing with my colleagues in the singing room, and I went straight to Macbeth.

And when I finished a song, and suddenly someone pushed the door in, and I returned to my consciousness, I saw Guazu in a casual dress.

I was standing there holding the microphone.

“Did the Director-General finish? I’m sorry.

Guo has noded and found a corner to sit down: “Go on, do not feel bound by me. I’m sorry.

At this point, a male colleague made a joke and said, “You see, Tsing has been singing all night without giving us a chance. I’m sorry.

“It’s good to hear people sing. I’m sorry.

I opened my mouth, and I tried to explain it, and I laughed, “Yes?” I’m sorry.

And he said, “I would like to hear it, too. I’m sorry.

And I stunned, and in the dim singing room, the eyes he looked at were amazing.

On the other hand, she said, “Let’s prove it to Inspector Gu. I’m sorry.

I’m just going back to my head and I’m going to turn to the board.

“What would the director like to hear? I’m sorry.

And I stood up my ears, half-wired, and heard his familiar voice, with a lazily, dumb voice: “What she sings, whatever she sings. I’m sorry.

Then suddenly I knew what I wanted to sing.

When the accompaniment came to pass, I turned to you, but I never had the courage to look at Guo Gu.

But I can feel his eyes clearly.

At the end of the song, I finally had the courage to look at that look.

It’s not my fault he’s been drinking, and his cheeks are red with an ignominy red, and in my voice he’s become obstinate, with confusion, confusion and inquiry.

I closed my eyes and finished the last part…

You’re the virtual I can touch all day long.

It was like a raindrop.

Look at me fall, fall, fall into the clouds.

13

When this song was finished, I handed the microphone to my colleagues, and I took an excuse to leave.

Go to the end of the hall and suddenly hear me.

I’m going back.

I rarely saw Guo Gu’s loss, when he almost came running away with a few steps of panic, and his hair was not lifted up to the forehead, and he was dressed like a young boy in his early 20s.

Sir, what can I do for you?

He opened his mouth and said, “You…” for a while. I’m sorry.

I nod my head. I’m sorry.

He looked down at me for a moment and looked at me, “The boyfriend is waiting for you.” I’m sorry.

I: Why do you think I have a boyfriend in my dreams and in reality?

“No, my best friend.” I’m sorry.

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone.

I smell a light drink.

“Let’s go. He says:

It’s kind of weird, but I’m afraid to say anything and follow him to the room a little behind his side.

Through the hallway, into the hotel well, I suddenly felt a little cold.

But Gu was slow, and I couldn’t make it.

He looked at me and suddenly asked, “How long have you known each other?” I’m sorry.

I thought I mentioned my best friend Sue.

“We went to high school together. I’m sorry.

Guo turned his head and said, “Oh,” caught in the night wind, like a shatter.

I wrapped my coat and I didn’t say anything.

I thought that silence would last until I went back to my room, and then, after a moment of knowledge, Guo Guo asked, “You must have a good relationship.” I’m sorry.

I’m stunned, nod.

My relationship with Sue was really good.

And when we passed through the well and pushed the door of the lobby of the hotel, We looked down to the side of Guazu, and suddenly settled.

Under the bright lights, he’s dazzling with his eyebrow, his cheeks red with his eyelids, like a little fox with water, and he’s through a…

But then, after a while, Gu was laughing, and his voice was softly: “Then you should get married soon.” I’m sorry.

I: ?

What is it?

I said, “How can I marry my best friend?” I’m sorry.

A moment of shock came to light: “I mean with your boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t have a boyfriend! I’m sorry.

He’s waking again.

This time, not for a moment, but for a very long time, to ask: “You don’t have a boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

I cut it off: “No! I’m sorry.

“Are you single? I’m sorry.

“I am!”

“Just broke up?”

“It’s been two years since I broke up with my ex. I’m sorry.

Gu Gu is silent.

I don’t know what he’s silent about, but it’s a little scary that he doesn’t talk about me.

I spat, “Does anything else happen?” I’m sorry.

Guo Gu is shaking his head.

“So I’m going back? I’m sorry.

When I turned around, Guo was calling out to me: “Tsim Yau.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

He’s still staring at me like I can’t understand.

It’s not just a smile with little emotion, but a smile with open, wide, crooked eyes.

Like an arrow hit my heart.

“I’m going back to work. He smiled and said,

“Huh? I don’t get it. I’m sorry.

He shakes his head.

And I said, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

He looked at me, and his eyes were as gentle as the whole galaxy:

“Come listen to you sing. I’m sorry.

14

I didn’t tell Su-su about this conversation with Guo Guan.

Although he seemed a little ambivalent about me, I still felt that it might be my filter for him.

When the mission was completed and returned to the company, Guo Guo became more strict and asked me to talk to the office if anything happened.

Xiaoyan asked me, “This is the beginning again. I’m sorry.

I nod my head: It’s probably cyclical, like an aunt. I’m sorry.

The only difference is that I do not dare to think anything about Guo Guo.

Our relationship is with our superiors and subordinates, and I would like to remember that.

Everything’s cyclical, even my mom’s marriage.

On the weekend, she suddenly remembered that I had to date her friend’s grandson’s grandson.

I won’t resist. I’ve dressed up on my mother’s watch.

When I left the house, I took off my makeup and went to Susu’s house and changed his old, fat sports clothes, so I came to the house with confidence.

Stepping to the place of the appointment, the boys didn’t show up, and I played my cell phone for a while, and I looked up and I saw Guo Gu pushing in.

That’s right. It’s Guo Guo.

My first reaction was that Fung Shui turned around and Mary Sue came to my house today?

My mother’s friend’s grandkids went to Guozhou?

But it turns out I’m thinking too much.

Gu Gu was with two friends and apparently came to dinner together.

I’m relieved to realize what I’m looking like now.

Good thing they didn’t stop on the first floor and went straight up the second floor.

I took it easy, and I didn’t feel any displeasure when the blind guest came late.

But what happened behind this gentleman’s guest is a physical and psychological discomfort.

He started by denigrating my age-style work and bragging about his experience as a top class executive from primary school to now that he knows many bosses.

I’m not mad at you.

But then he said, “What is the point of you women watching the drama and dreaming about dating a handsome man who is so handsome that you can’t get married and get married?” I’m sorry.

I held the glass in my hand.

“You must have been dreaming like this, right? Don’t tell me it’s not like you women are all the same, you can’t dream when you have time to come out and see the world and know who you are.”

“Mr. Chan. I put down the glass, and I blew my eyelids. I’m sorry.

He was like, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I said, “It’s been 10 years. Why are you still a regular employee? I’m sorry.

“I didn’t say so. I’ll be promoted soon. I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh, you have to be careful. The boss is the best at drawing pies. You’re too old to be fooled, right? I’m sorry.

“No, I said, why is your little girl so ugly? I’m sorry.

“Now you’re a little girl? I laughed, “I’m trying to remind you that there’s time for a little bit less of a dream to get rich, to come out and see the world before you know yourself. I’m sorry.

“You…” he pushed him over the table, “No wonder no one wants it. I’m sorry.

And I will laugh, and who will not brag: I have one, two, three, five, six and seven pursuers, and it is not for you to worry. I’m sorry.

He stood up in anger: “Dream inside!” I’m sorry.

All of a sudden, someone leaned on his shoulder, and a shadow cast over me, and he was separated from me by a wide body, and the familiar voice was cold and cold:

“Sorry, I’m number eight. I’m sorry.

15

Under bright lights, those who are before me are like gods.

The familiar, always very well-controlled face, is a moment of coldness and anger that spills over.

I opened my mouth and said, “Chu…”

He turned his head, his dark eyes turned bright and smiled at me.

It’s like…

Don’t be afraid, I’m here.

I suddenly couldn’t say anything.

And the blind man, who was also a bully and afraid of being hard, saw a man who stood up for me and said nothing, even though he was dissatisfied with a thousand.

Until then, it seemed like it was back on me.

I feel uncomfortable with the curious eyes of the customers around me, and I stand up and I do not stand.

“Be careful. I’m sorry.

Guo Guo has reached out to hold my arm and touched my body for a moment, and I’m like an electric shock.

He let go quickly, “Is everything all right? I’m sorry.

“No, it’s okay. “I’m going first. I’m sorry.

Now it’s ugly and ugly, and I just want to get out of here right now.

And as soon as two steps had been taken, Guo was standing behind me, calling me: “I will take you back.” I’m sorry.

16

I don’t seem to have any reason to refuse to visit China.

It was only in his car that I realized that he seemed to have come with two friends.

But I don’t have the energy to deal with it, because until then I realized what the phrase “I’m the eighth” meant.

Even if it’s to help me out, it’s not that.

At night, the city street lights were on fire, and I put my head up by the window and watched the view go back and forth.

It’s just me and the two of them, like they’re back in those countless dreams.

He is with me, and I can touch it, but I can’t reach it.

The blind guy tonight is a good bastard, but he’s right.

I did have unrealistic dreams and more than one night.

But this dream will finally wake up.

After the car was parked in front of my neighborhood, I was delayed.

And when Gu was looking at me, I whispered, “Will you stop saying things that make me wrong?” I’m sorry.

I didn’t give him a chance to talk, and I went on to say, “It would be offensive to say that, but not so long ago, I dreamed of a man who had the same voice as you, the same look as you. We spent many nights hugging, whispering, and I even thought we were lovers.

“But I know he’s not you and we can’t be that kind of relationship, so don’t say that again, okay? I’m sorry.

I didn’t have the courage to look to Guo Guang.

And look down and say in haste: “Sorry for saying so much. Thank you for bringing me back.” I’m sorry.

And then you push the door forward.

The sound of a car door came back and Guo Guo came after him: I’m sorry.

I looked back and didn’t know it was my fault. He was smiling.

Under a warm light, tender and dreamy.

He talks slowly:

“I’m in my pajamas. I’m sorry.

I’m squeezing.

“I didn’t enter your nest. I’m sorry.

There’s a wind blowing into my heart and bringing his voice.

“But I’d love to hug you. I’m sorry.

He’s laughing, but my eyes are blurry.

I raised my feet, from hesitation to great steps forward, and jumped into his arms.

It’s not a dream, it’s a reality.

He raised his hand, for a long time, gently, across the border between dream and reality, and touched my top.

My tears will no longer be unbearable, and they will be broken down with day-to-day suspicion, loss, despair and gloom.

“You were also in those dreams.” I’m sorry.

“I’m here. “Don’t forget, I’m your eighth suitor. I’m sorry.

I laughed, but the tears were even stronger.

“Am I dreaming?

He held me tight: “No. I’m sorry.

“So can I tell you a secret? I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

“I like you. I’m sorry.

17

I’m with Guchu now.

Not even Yeon knew about this.

Speaking of Xiaoyan, I have to mention the reasons why Guangzhou has been so cold in front of me.

According to him, he, like me, can’t see my face in his dreams.

When I first came to the company, I just felt like it.

Finally, when I stepped on him in the elevator, I apologized again.

But then he just wondered why the people in his dream were real in reality. So he blames himself for being under too much pressure to create an illusion that he should not have been with his subordinates.

And he learned from Xiao Yeon that I have a boyfriend.

I was wondering, “I never said that to Yeon. What do you ask?” I’m sorry.

He coughed and said, “It’s normal to ask. I’m sorry.

That’s weird.

I asked again.

“What later?”

“You’ll be confused with me, and you’ll be cold.” I slit his chest, “Don’t think I’ll let you go.” I’m sorry.

“Oh–” He pulls a long-haired mouth and pulls us closer together with a vague smile. I’m sorry.

And he laughed, “I’d love to. I’m sorry.

I:

I’ve been pretending to be a stranger to him in the company lately, and I’m afraid it’s not good for other colleagues to know about our relationship.

Every time he puts it over, I’m far away.

So he’s obviously making fun of me now.

Well, he doesn’t want to talk about it, and I won’t keep asking.

I’ll know why.

But I didn’t think that reason would end up in her mouth.

One morning, I arrived at the company, and Xiao Yeon suddenly came in mysteriously, whispering, “Deep away, General Guo may have a girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

I’m just saying, “Oh, my God.”

“For what?”

“I just went to the office and I saw his wrists with a sprain. I’m sorry.

I:

I said, “What’s the connection?” I’m sorry.

“You don’t know? “It’s too obvious that a man with a leather band on his wrists has a girlfriend. I’m sorry.

I turned away from her eyes: “Yes, yes…”

For a while, I sneaked into the office.

After last night’s appointment, Gu Guo sent me downstairs.

Then, in a quiet atmosphere, he suddenly asked me, “Can I borrow your skin?” I’m sorry.

“What?”

He blinked, “Leave me a second. I’m sorry.

And I took it down, and he picked it up, and he said to himself, “You smell.” I’m sorry.

My old face is so red.

It was only when he thought that he had been mocking me, and listened to Xiaoyeon, that he knew what he intended.

So he wants to tell others that he has the Lord.

It’s like seeing my sight, and Guo is suddenly looking up.

When he looked across the glass in the office, he snapped his lips and lifted his wrists and showed his skin.

Like popping into my heart.

My cheeks are red and my head is busy.

There’s a secret in the busy office.

A secret that belongs only to us both.

At night, Gu was working overtime, and I deliberately stayed.

Until the two of us were left behind, I walked into his office and made him a cup of coffee.

He suddenly stopped working and tried to seduce me.

I came close: “Why? I’m sorry.

He smiled, “Come closer. I’m sorry.

Only his office was on the whole floor, and the wrong building outside the window was luminous, and he looked at me with deep eyes and light in pieces.

In that moment, I felt like I had met a well-refined fox, and I lost my head and walked in.

Then he waved, and I was brought all over and sat on his lap.

Then he held one hand around my waist, and the other held my chin, raised his jaw, and kissed it in detail.

This is not the first time I’ve kissed him, but the most intense.

I was breathing, “Your office is monitored…”

He didn’t think of it either. I’m sorry.

…it’s impossible.

Kissing, he started to cheat and took my wrist down.

I took my hand back like an electric shock. I’m sorry.

His low-pressed voice with a thin, sexy breath: “Didn’t he touch me all the time? I’m sorry.

…that was in the dream okay.

He said, “Don’t like it.” I’m sorry.

Well… not really.

“Don’t like me anymore. I’m sorry.

I’m holding on to my lips and I’m hesitant to say, “I’m not really…”

I was interrupted by a “boom” in the back.

I looked back in a panic and I saw Yeon lifting up a chair that fell outside the glass.

And he said, “I saw nothing, so continue.” I’m sorry.

I:

18

I left the country and ran after Yeon.

She didn’t look back.

I thought she was mistaken, so I said, “Yon, I am with Gu Gu’s…”

When Yeon stopped, she turned around and held my shoulder, and the tone was overwhelming: “You’re too far away!” I’m sorry.

I:

“Tell me, how did you get to the director? I think he’s pretty cold. I’m sorry.

I:

I said, “No, it’s not.”

“Do you remember the time when you and I talked about him? He called me to the office after work, and I thought he was going to put on my shoes, and guess what, he asked me, “It’s nothing at home lately.” I just think he’s not happy with your working state, that you’re in love and that your emotions may be affected. I’m sorry.

I stopped and followed Yeon’s words.

After that day…

Gu Gu Guo has started thinking I have a boyfriend.

Then I deliberately told him I had a boyfriend to get out of my dream, and he became more convinced.

She continued: “Then you said you had fallen in love, and I was afraid that Guo Gu would not agree with you in your work, and went on to hint to him.” I’m sorry.

That’s why Gu Guo’s attitude towards me suddenly started to get confused.

And then it got cold.

I’m supposed to be the one with the family on the questionnaire.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought of him as cold in front of me.

What an individual and childish man.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret. I’m sorry.

When she left, I didn’t rush up, but I took out my phone and called Guo Guo.

As soon as the call was made, I laughed: “It was just from Xiao Yeon that I learned of the reasons why General Gu was so cold.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Oh, and then what?” I’m sorry.

“You’re not childish, you can’t just come and ask me when you knock and guess? I’m sorry.

“It’s childish. “I also have a more naive idea.” I’m sorry.

I said, “What?”

It’s over there, it’s a lazy sound, and I can even imagine what he looks like on his office chair.

“When a man is a threesome. I’m sorry.

19

It just doesn’t work out.

I had a half-day reaction.

Look at me!

I called him “Director General Guo.” I’m sorry.

And he goes, “Well?”

“My husband is not home tonight. I’m sorry.

There was a sudden silence across the street.

I kept laughing, “Do you want to come to my house? I’m sorry.

The other side remained silent, and half a day it was “waiting” and immediately hung up.

I stood in front of the company, looked familiar and walked out of the lobby, walking towards me from the junction of neon, as if I had gone back a long time ago.

I was still sad that he was not a dreamer and sad about his hopeless attachment and love.

And this time, time and scene, he really came at me with joy and determination from breaking the dimension of dream and reality.

Then standing in front of me, bending softly, smiling at me:

“Let’s go home. I’m sorry.

(concluded text)

When I’m with Guju, I wonder why we’re in a dream at the same time.

After our exchange of information, I found out that his mother had been married at that unknown temple.

Then we decided to go to the temple.

It’s hard to find a small temple over the hill, but it’s closed because of the fire.

I don’t understand: “Why is this temple so spiritual? I’m sorry.

Guo Guo Guo is patient and responsive: “It may be because of the strange way in which he is married, he turns into a midnight terror. I’m sorry.

I even nodded my head: “Yes, you were driving me crazy at first and you kicked me out of bed!” I’m sorry.

“My fault. He touched my head and said, “Come back later, I will not resist.” I’m sorry.

I’m humming.

And when I came down, I remembered something, and asked him, “How did you recognize me in the elevator? I was wondering the day you got here because you had two moles on your neck. I’m sorry.

“There are moles.” I’m sorry.

I:

Don’t you even look in the mirror?

He said, “That’s when I held your shoulder. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

It’s true.

“and then I recognized it. I’m sorry.

I:

I said, “Why?”

He stares at me, gushes his eyes, and smiles with a bit of a wrongness: “The sense of hand.” I’m sorry.

I:

“after all this time in the bed. I’m sorry.

I:

“So,” he said, “When will I get another chance?” I’m sorry.

I don’t care about him, I’m going down the hill.

As a result, the foot slipped and fell.

The final journey was taken behind my back.

It was dark at the foot of the mountain, and only one road lamp was on the road.

Gu Guo Guo has said, “It may be early morning to return to the city. Are you sleepy? I’m sorry.

I shook my head and whispered, “Is there a resort nearby?” I’m sorry.

Guo Gu was suddenly left alone.

I continue to suggest, “No work tomorrow.” I’m sorry.

He’s still not talking.

I buried my head on his shoulder, whispering, “I’m not giving you a chance…”

For a long time, he suddenly smiled, his low voice vibrated with a chest cavity, and seemed to have undetectable stress:

“Well, why don’t you take your orders? I’m sorry.

(concluded)

Case number YX11j5kvola

Yueyang Moontooth at night, I fell asleep and a handsome man snapped in my face.

Say I’m a dog? He’s a white fox!

“Doesn’t I have to be sterilized?”

I just remembered that two days ago I picked up a wounded stray dog, cured it and took it to sterilization.

I didn’t know the dog ran away and grabbed my hand for a bite.

So I’m going to castrate the fox fairy?

It’s a big deal…

One.

In the middle of the night, I fell asleep and felt like someone was riding on me.

“I want to be sterilized.” How dare you, man! I’m sorry.

I couldn’t bear to wave.

Instead, he grabbed me by the wrist and grabbed me by the chin, and laughed: “I want to be born, and I want to be born a nest.” I’m sorry.

The consciousness slowly returned to the cage and I opened my eyes.

One fucking word out.

How could there be a man in my room in the middle of the night?

And he set his face upon me and asked, “Human beings, do you know wrong? I’m sorry.

♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

And look at my face, and he reminds me not with pleasure: “What did you do this morning, the pet store?” I’m sorry.

I’m talking about memories.

I picked up a wounded stray two days ago.

It’s hard to take care of it. Not only was the dog unkind, but he kept staring at me with his big black eyes.

Too airy, no fate.

I took him to the pet store this morning and I was going to give him a sterilisation.

I didn’t think the dog was struggling and jumped off the table. He came back at the door and grabbed my hand and wooshed a big bite.

Too ungrateful!

All of a sudden, I had a bold guess.

Put pressure on heart-to-heart fear and take a closer look at the people in front of you.

In the light of the moon, he was light, and the five officials were colored. It’s like a kernel in the eye, and it’s kind of glamorous, but it’s so dark and cold.

This hair… this amazing hair…

“You’re my dog! “I have no eyes, I want to sterilize the dog.”

“You’re the dog!” I’m a white fox! I’m sorry.

White Fox?

The next second I saw…

A long, furry tail came out of his back…

Then there’s Article 2… and Article 3…

There was a snowy tail, which was swept out behind his back. It’s got another, cold face, but it’s hard to hide.

I’m all crazy.

Picking up a dog, not a dog, a fox.

There’s a lot of tails, very good-looking foxes.

I’m pulling the covers and pushing him away: “Please excuse me, I may not wake up.” I’m sorry.

Two.

Sleep is impossible.

The fox dug me out of the blanket and pinched my face.

“My name is Gu Jee-bei and I am the most noble and pure fox of all blood. Little girl, you see the fairy, okay? I’m sorry.

And then the fairy lord sat on the sofa and raised his legs.

“Come on, let’s negotiate. I’m sorry.

Negotiation?

I sat down a little bit, and I was thinking, “Do you think you should start with a circle of friends?”

I’m so jealous of my legs, I’m so slow to brush my tail and count my sins.

First, he mistook his noble and pure white fox for a dog, and turned his back on him. He was subsequently sterilized for unforgivable crimes.

I’ve been so good and low on my head, and I’m very unconvincing.

Hey, Iron, when I saved you, you were being beaten in the face by a black dog.

Who knew your noble white fox would fight the dog? And so weak.

I’m so jealous that I’m wrong and I’m so happy that I finally say what I really want.

“The lemon, you caused me mental harm. Tell me, how can I be compensated?”

Compensation?

I slowly raised my head.

You can’t lose money!

“I saved you and cured you.” We’re even. I’m sorry.

I’m envious of the hands squeezing their tails, and they’re so sharp.

He smiled, and he said, “Is it even? Lemon, you dare say you saved me? I’m sorry.

I had a vibrate.

I knew the truth of the matter in a complaint envious of the sound of the north as freezing.

Turns out the blood on his face was not hit by a dog. He was eating chicken. I picked it up and took it home.

And his ex-legged leg. No, his arm wound. It was supposed to take a few minutes.

And envious that the north side had asked me, cold and cold, what earth had been spilled on him, three times a day, causing him to bear a large scar.

I went through the box and found the bottle, and my hands shuddered and handed it to him: “Not earth, this is X South X powder.” It cost you a lot of money. I’m sorry.

Squeeze the bottle with envy and throw it in the trash.

“A solid particles scattered over the wound not only impede healing but also exacerbate inflammation. Stupid human!

Ah, this… I touch the tip of my nose.

No wonder he was staring at me before.

Looks like I’ve really pissed off the fox fairy.

3

I’ll pay him back.

But it’s impossible to pay for it!

No big deal, I laugh.

“You’re in a good mood. You don’t look like you’ve been hurt. “I tried to talk in detail.

“Why not? I’m so jealous that I put down my stinging legs, and I’m so sad, “When I think of that cold operating table, I feel so painful and painful, like a needle in my back.”

I’m:

This fox graduated from Circus?

The way the pear bouquet choked. Did you take Aunt Joan 10 years ago? I don’t know.

But I’m a dog. I’m good at this.

“What do you say? A sentence that runs counter to my principles of being a human being.

I envied North Lithor for rubbing a tear on his eye.

You want a transfer?

I took a breath of cool air, and now the fox knows a lot.

“Give me some X-ki-hut, two!”

In a moment, I couldn’t judge whether I was dementia or envious of dementia.

In the middle of the night, you hit me again, you negotiated with me for half a day.

Or like a chicken.

Are you kidding me?

I’m pulling slippers and getting ready to go back to bed.

“Don’t be angry, one, one!” I’m sorry.

It’s not like it’s a prank.

I had a suspicious phone. Pull, in front of him, three family buckets.

I can still afford it!

I’m jealous of him. He’s got a nice almond.

Looks like an ancient well, warm and warm. But then a bunch of tails started jumping.

Oh, I’m so sorry about the world of our little animals.

The whole fox is obviously happy when the take-out is envious. Piously staring at the door, good looking.

I’ve never seen anything like it.

I always felt something wrong and asked him, “You’re a god, isn’t it easy to change money?” I’m sorry.

He scratched his head in a dreary manner:

“Of course you can change with gold and silver in ancient times, but now you all use paper and virtual currency, and we can’t change money.”

“Or else it will cause inflation and disrupt the human economic order. I’m sorry.

I’m:

I can’t believe it’s so clear.

Compared to some beautiful country that prints money at random, it’s a high-profile idea.

And suddenly I have a bold doubt, and I ask, “So when I save you, you will not be,

“You’re stealing chicken and you’re caught by a dog! I’m sorry.

“Don’t say anything! I’m sorry.

Oh, my God!

We’ve been beaten by dogs for stealing chickens.

Is it a fox or a moral loss?

The door was ringing when I was in shock.

Takeout’s coming.

I’m not allowed to say anything and run to the door.

The tail behind the ass shakes like a whirlwind propeller.

Suddenly, howling.

He came back in a state of panic. He came back with his head in my arms.

Behind him, a tall, skinny man walked in. Finger hooks up with Ken X-ki’s bag and shakes.

Nice face, smiley.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” I’m sorry.

4

The man walked next to me, sat down and organized his clothes with grace, as if he were in his own home.

I want to run.

But his hands and feet were up and he didn’t move.

He’s locked!

“I bowed to him with all due respect and respect, I was wrong.” I’m sorry.

Kneel down and belong.

The man who came here was Uncle Koji.

The real age is unknown, it looks a little older than I envy North, and it’s in its 30s.

Unlike some stupid beauty who envys the North, his uncle is very, very, very, very nice.

His uncle raised his eyelids and took a look at him: “I’ll take care of you later.” I’m sorry.

In a word, I’m so scared that I’m all in a trance.

Why should I?

Bullshit. Did you forget I had to castrate his nephew?

Just as my brain was moving so fast, thinking about how to explain it.

His uncle turned around, and he said, “This is the lemon, right? I’m sorry.

I’ll go. Does that mean I’m going first?

I was stiff, I swallowed saliva, and I had a hard nod.

In a moment, his uncle’s face became so gentle. Raise your hand and rub my hair like an elder.

The sound is warm, too: “I envy this boy, his tail is not long enough, he’s in trouble. I’m sorry.

Yes?

Why don’t you take care of me?

I looked up, and I stomped in the palm of his uncle’s hand. I’m sorry.

“Hey! Lemon, your tears are coming out of your mouth! I’m sorry.

So Uncle simply cleaned up and envied.

I won’t open my eyes until the cry stops.

I saw a blemish on my nose, and I was beaten out of my ears. The furry, softly drawn in the bushes.

“It was agreed not to hit the face. * He whispered, he was staring at me, he stopped talking. *

And come to me, humble and humble, 90-degree bowing, loud and loud: “Blessed, I was wrong!” I’m sorry.

My friend?

Shouldn’t I pay him back?

Uncle used his low-magnetic voice to explain the consequences.

It turns out Gu Jee-bei came to me to thank me.

They’re the white foxes, they’re the big family of the foxes, and they’re the second generation and the third generation.

But they still insist on themselves, hard work and reward.

Except I’m jealous.

“The most difficult of the young foxes,” he says. The fox, over 200 years old, has not even had a tail, and is thrown into the mountains to make a grain.

Just two days ago, he was released, starved and came to steal chickens.

And I saved him.

I’m embarrassed to confess to my uncle, but I didn’t save Gu’s envy.

My uncle looked at me and explained to me, softly, that they had traced the situation back to the moment, and if I had not taken my envy away, he would have been caught by the master of the chickens after a quarter of the fragrance.

The light breaks the leg, and the heavy gets the life.

The elders of the clan have unanimously decided that they must be rewarded as “S” projects!

After that, I grabbed him in the furry ears.

“I’m glad you’re such a bitch! I’m sorry.

“I’m just hungry and I’m going to pay for it after Ken X-ki.” I’m sorry.

Friends, just ask how you feel.

From being pursued for debt to being a creditee for S.

I’m so happy! It’s kind of a serf to be a capitalist.

With his legs up and his chin up, I had to pay a whistle.

“Come on, what are you gonna do to me?” I’m sorry.

5

He handed me a jade card before he left, and if he was bullied, he would call him with the jade at any time.

“Thank you, Uncle.” I put the jade around my neck.

Looks like I’m tickling and I’m afraid to speak.

Before the elevator closes, I envy my uncle’s cuffs.

He looked at me and pretended to mention it, “She’s going to sterilize me. I’m sorry.

Little Uncle Tunton took a long look at me.

“If the benefactors insist, you should cooperate.” It depends on her. I’m sorry.

I’m glad you’re done.

My hands were covered with consciousness and my tail was strung up and threatened to stare at me.

Why would I insist?

My uncle took a picture of his envious claws and said goodbye with grace.

The moment the elevator door was closed, a shocking laugh came from inside.

What?

Are you a thousand years old? What kind of kid is that?

I’ve spent a lot of time trying to explain to you that humans don’t have the habit of breaking eggs.

“I accept your argument.” I’m sorry.

The tail of the back is re-elastic and continues to boom.

Well, once he’s gone, he’s not a real fox anymore.

I kicked him in the face and asked him how he was going to repay.

He squealed at the long tip of his finger: “Go ahead. I’m sorry.

We said: “Let me enter a hundred million in the month.”

He pointed his chin at the delivery bag: “You bought it.” I’m sorry.

Oh, he’s poor.

I said, “Tell me the next lottery number.” I’m sorry.

He shook his head: “We cannot anticipate the future. I’m sorry.

“Not right. I wonder, “Your uncle said they knew a quarter of what would happen to you. I’m sorry.

He turned his mouth, and thought not: “They are watching. After a quarter of the fragrance, the chicken master came out. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Oh, technology really changes life.

I took a look at the message from the leader on the phone urging me to get to work, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Will you be a PPT?” I’m sorry.

“What’s a kick?” Why kick your ass?”

Damn, forget he’s a fish leak.

I was snorting, and I played in his ear: “You’re really useless, my little friend. I’m sorry.

“Uncle sent you to me, didn’t he let you eat and drink? I’m sorry.

I don’t know why I stepped on the north end.

He was in a hurry, and his brows asked me, “Why are you talking like an uncle? What do you mean to him?”

It’s the same thing!

I’m nothing but a bunch of kids.

“Think about your specialty and your competitive advantage, or I’ll never buy you a chicken! I’m sorry.

I get up and I go back to my bedroom and I’m gonna get a refill.

Open the covers, hold on.

Envious of the fact that the north side lies on the bed, with open necks, fine collarbones and hidden abs.

Swinging the tail behind you.

There’s a obscuranty climb up to my fingertips.

He blinks slowly with his beautiful almonds, and his voice compels him: “Do you want to know what my specialty is? I’m sorry.

Six.

Specialty?

Is that what I think it is?

I’m so tired of it.

And he said, “I am the best, and I am not equal to my uncle.” I’m sorry.

Hissing.

Men are a few years old, different, let alone hundreds.

I stomped on my little heart, took a deep breath and jumped.

Pounce for nothing.

I’ve moved north and laughed at me.

Ah, the fox is shy. Then I’ll be more proactive!

He’s hiding again.

♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

I feel like a dirty, gruesome son of a bitch.

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

“I’m giving you a warm bed. I’m sorry.

God fucking specialty is a warm bed.

That’s so filial.

The big tails of the North are so envious to the linen that they say:

“Pretty fox, warm bed. Lemon, are you not satisfied? I’m sorry.

I’m so angry that I’ve taken my pants off but you told me that.

No, I’m not. I want to kick him.

I wonder how many tails I’ll put in my hand: “So I’ll touch you again?” I’m sorry.

Well, that’s it?

I pulled his big tail, I buried my face in it, and I sucked it.

Cool.

It’s a cedar, a cream, and a chicken.

The foxes aren’t just handy, they’re rich.

hip-hop, I feel the joy of the King.

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Suck the fox.” I’m sorry.

“Sniff…” staring at the eyes, “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.

“Do you know that our tails are so sensitive that no one else can touch them? I’m sorry.

In this situation, I should sip a cigarette in his face.

Smiling, your whole fox is in my hands.

“I’m your man. What happened to a sip? “I keep burying my face in his big tail.

“Then suck it. “I envy North for giving up the struggle and the sound of temptation is ringing above my head, but remember, I won’t let you suck it. I’m sorry.

I suck.

“Is this the end of the favor? I’m sorry.

I laughed.

“That’s the way to save my life. I’m sorry.

He looked at me, and his tail came out of my hand, “No more sucking.” I’m sorry.

Then he turned into a fox, and went over, lying on his dog’s bed: “No warm bed for you.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

Turn on the search software and push it in: Can white fox eat it?

The next few days, I watched Jealousy North work hard to cook, and he turned from Little Pixie to a big gift bag.

He was tortured by his soul.

Give me some take-out. Does he pay for it? I said you weren’t sneaking yourself a lot of chickens.

Help me with the delivery. Does he want to thank you? I said this delivery was a dog toy for you.

“My master is a noble white fox! “He’s gone with his face down with his tooth grinder.

Then he lays on the couch and scribbles: “I do not care, I report it, so do as you please. I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you ask Uncle to comment?” I’m sorry.

“It’s an honor to thank you.” I’m sorry.

I’m squeezing.

I have to admit, I’m happy to be around.

I can’t get a billion dollars a day, but he’s so cocky, he makes me laugh.

Of course I know he’ll leave sooner or later.

In a few months, I’ll let him go.

I think so selfishly.

But regretting coming too fast, I was so envious that I ran away with my hair.

7

Here’s the thing.

It’s true that the warm bed north has a hand.

I’m a little chilly, I can’t get my hands and feet hot as it gets cold.

Envious of the fox, he said he wouldn’t warm my bed, but in fact he crawled into my bed every night, lying next to me like a little warmer.

One time I accidentally kicked him to the ground and picked him up while he was asleep and put a hair on his head.

He still doesn’t know, hey.

But this morning, I woke up and felt something was wrong.

It’s a feeling of incompetence and a faint head, and it smells like blood.

Turning over in pain and facing the last handsome face.

Face.

When did you become human?

First reaction, look down.

It’s all right. It’s all right.

It’s a long breath, but it’s a little secretive.

“You’re crushing my tail.” I’m sorry.

The sound of waking up is a little dumb, and it’s got the kind of maturity that doesn’t match the age of 200 years.

That’s when I found out that I envy the big, soft tails in the north, some covered me, some under me.

Packed me up.

It’s like I’m awake. The quiet tails were active.

“Stop it, she’s still sick. “I envy the lazy orders of his tail.

“I’m sick? * I’m talking, it’s a big nose, it sounds sick. *

“You work a week till 3:00 in the morning, man, so it’s not weird to be sick.” I’m sorry.

“I’ve covered you all night with my tail, otherwise you might not wake up today. I’m sorry.

Indeed, we’ve been working on a project recently, basically 007 working late.

Can you believe it?

I’m a human being who’s always making PPTs while rushing the dazzling foxes and sleeping early.

Last night, I crawled into bed at 4:00.

And I pinched his tail, and it was not good, “I didn’t work so hard to make money to buy you chicken.” I’m sorry.

There are, of course, clothes, bags and mortgages.

I struggled to remember and suddenly my shoulder was pressed and I lay down.

I’m so jealous that my hands are on both sides of me, looking at me from above.

My eyes are so deep, my cold cedar so close, my heart’s beating.

“Don’t go to work, I can eat less.” I’m sorry.

I’m holding my breath and spreading.

I sneered with his furry ears: “The fairies are over 200 years old, and they’re getting better and better.” I’m sorry.

And he turned his face, and turned my hand open with anger: “Don’t be as mean as a dog.” I’m serious, don’t go. I’m sorry.

I want to.

“Human society, money is the rule, you don’t understand. Good boy. I’m sorry.

Listen up and let me go and sit down.

“Is it only money that matters? I’m sorry.

Hey, yeah.

I rubbed the pain in the temple and stood up.

I didn’t realize it was too late!

Almost cried.

I was ready to go to work.

He ran out of the kitchen, holding a bowl, holding it unsustainably.

“Have some porridge. I’m sorry.

“No, I’m an hour late! I’m sorry.

The director’s death chain called again.

You know what I’m in charge of, superb shit. Don’t say he’s an hour late and he’s gonna have to scold him for half an hour if he’s a minute late.

I’m sure I’ll pack up today.

I didn’t expect you to hold my wrist so hard that I could envious you.

Little animals don’t know how to suffer.

I was a little hairy and I struggled to get rid of it and saw blood on his finger.

“What happened?” I asked.

8

“Drink the bowl.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll take you off duty.” I’m sorry.

I’m jealous that I’m a handsome little fairy, but I’m wearing an apron, and I’m washing my hands, and I’m hurting my paws.

A warm stream slowly surged in my heart.

I looked up and grunted a big mouth.

Temperature just right.

It just smells a little weird.

“I’m late, I’m late, it’s none of your business.” I’m sorry.

The name of the supervisor is certainly on the screen.

I’m so hairy.

Is this leave? This is forcing me to resign!

I was rushing to grab my phone.

I don’t care, I have a bowl in my hand, and I have a porridge.

The fingernails were also accidentally scratched on his face, with a red mark on his white skin, in sharp contrast.

I had a heart attack, but I said, “You don’t know anything! I knew I’d get in trouble! I’m sorry.

He looked down at the porridge that was spilling over the earth, and looked at me, and his eyes were red.

“Yeah, I don’t know anything. He whispered that he used to scoff at his lips.

Open the door, bang the door.

I’m actually sorry.

What if he’s hungry?

But it’s important to keep the job!

Go on, do nothing, apologize to the director and go to the company.

He just got downstairs, ran into the supervisor, and he was scolded.

People come and go, looking at a beautiful view — bald heads scolding, humble employees bowing to apologize.

I’m afraid to whisper, “Do not come back to my office and scold me.” I’m sorry.

He said, “What are you afraid of? It is here that everyone will know that you have been expelled.” Get the fuck out of here!”

I squeezed my fist.

I don’t want to put up with this!

Suddenly, a sharp brake sounded.

A big red convertible parked right next to us.

The man in the gray blue sunglasses pushed the door open, lazily organized his sleeves and walked towards me with long legs.

A well-dressed, dark, red suit that suits him tall and tall.

Come to me, he pulls his sunglasses down a little bit and shows a nice pair of almonds.

It’s Jojo!

“I’m sick and I’m standing in the wind. I’m sorry.

Say, put your coat on my arm and it’s so tight.

Squeeze my chin and smile.

The heart was as if it had been hit, and I lost my voice, and I looked up.

A “hello” is being held in my heart.

I’m envious to look at the director and raise his chin, “This is…” and he said, “This is Bald, who you’re scolding? I’m sorry.

He’s called Bald’s supervisor. He’s got a muscle on his face.

Honestly, I wouldn’t dare.

Even if he had just labeled me as my man.

I’m jealous that the North is now full of air, open and strong, and more deterring than my uncle.

He’s one step closer to Bald, one step back.

He smiled, stood up, and turned his finger around with a ring of light, and asked, “You’re letting her go?” I’m sorry.

About clearly swung and said: No, no. I’m sorry.

“No, he who rolls away.” I’m sorry.

“But it was you.” I’m sorry.

He’s a little bald, and he just said, “Why?”

His phone rings.

“You’re fired.” I’m sorry.

He’s surprised, he’s jealous and he’s beginning to doubt his life.

He squeezed the machine, heard it pale, heard it as dead, apologized very carefully, asked for it in despair.

You look better than me!

Finally, there’s a “fuck off” line across the street.

In just five minutes, the director of Bald is 10 years old. Look at me, he’s got a crumb on his forehead and he’s coming over.

It’s a tatter-up.

“Huh, stupid.” A smirk.

I’m so jealous of the lack of expression in the north, I’m holding my hand in my arms, and the other hand is lifting up, and he falls a dozen metres away.

And in his cry of pain, envious of the north, he bowed down and said in my ear: “Don’t worry, there is no watch. I’m sorry.

Please!

I’m so envious, I’m laughing.

He said it was important to celebrate such a big event, so he drove me to a luxurious meal in his gruesome car.

“Happy? On his way back, his hands were hanging around the wheel, asking me.

I stretch my arms to the night wind, close my eyes and be content.

“Happy, today is the happiest moment of my life. I’m sorry.

We’ve been bullied by the evil managers, and in the morning, a very serious illness is magically done.

The most important thing is that I envy you for today.

He gave me the warmth of light at my most intriguing moment.

I turned to him, full of stars, full of bubbles.

But I don’t know why, as if there was a sadness flashing through his eyes.

9

Back home, it was a mess, and the bowl was still on the ground.

I suddenly remembered that I thought I’d run away in the morning, jealous of the North, and that I still called him a little child.

I didn’t know that this “child” protected me when I was being yelled at.

I feel guilty for it.

And We were envious of the face of the North, but he was turned away.

I’m on the couch and I’m not staying up tonight. I have to rest.

So I chewed on apples, I leaned on my feet, and I asked him one by one.

Where’s the car, where’s the fancy suit and where’s the money?

In particular, why was the bald boss opened up on the spot? Don’t tell me it’s a coincidence!

I’m envious to clean up the living room and answer.

The car was borrowed from my uncle and so was the suit. And he’s got a black card, an infinite one.

As for the bald head, Uncle is a shareholder of our company. Dismissal of a mid-level, one-word thing that’s wrong with his character, pressuring his staff all day.

I said, “It’s amazing. I’m sorry.

That’s how money works.

“Is it good to have money?” I’m sorry.

I sincerely nod my head.

And he was not pleased: “Is it not good that he warmed the bed, that he was with you, that he breathed for you, that he boiled you? I’m sorry.

Of course, I scratched my head: “It’s different.” I’m sorry.

“Shall I introduce my uncle to you in return?” I’m sorry.

It’s not that bad. I hold my chin up and I think.

I’m envious that my teeth are squeaking, and the mop in my hand is thrown, “You want it!” I’m sorry.

Hey, you thought of it first!

After a while, Jojo came out of the kitchen and stuffed a bowl of porridge in my hand: “Drink it.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t see you all the way.

Still angry.

This time I’m afraid to resist and I’m bored.

Taste it, still strange.

A glimpse of the blood on his hands.

“How did you do that? I said, “Did you get another wound in the morning?” I’m sorry.

And he did not care about it: “It’s all right. Drink of yours.” I’m sorry.

And he leaned aside, and said, unwittingly, “The coat is mine. I’m sorry.

Yes?

What he said was, the white fur coat that was on me today?

It’s soft, it’s moving, it’s high-quality. It looks like Soda to me.

I asked, “Where do you keep the money?” I’m sorry.

“Money, money, money. He looked at me in cold and cold, and he didn’t have a good breath, and he said, “It’s my hair, it’s my coat, it’s been a long time! I’m sorry.

I’ve had a fluffy hand and a strange feeling in my heart.

It’s all about envy.

That means… put this coat on, AKA, and I’m in his arms!

I had a fever in my face.

He’s so good!

I’m so jealous of my toes, and I’m in the heating room, and I’m in a fur coat.

“Silent. * He shakes his head and clears his throat and asks me, * * “Was that a thank you? I’m sorry.

I was on the rise, like I was suddenly thrown in cold water.

Turns out he’s still trying to pay off.

“Not really, it’s a coat. “I’m a little timid.

He raised his eyebrows, “So? I gave you some air and brought you something to eat. I’m sorry.

“That doesn’t count. You’re using Uncle’s money. I finally found an excuse.

He looked at me for a long time and suddenly said, “Okay, it’s all Uncle’s. I’m sorry.

Get up and go to the bedroom.

The pace is lazy, but I can tell he’s upset.

It’s not the kid’s cry, it’s the grown-up’s loss.

I’m scared.

In the name of grace, I’d like to keep him here a little longer. Isn’t that selfish?

He’s an innocent fox, a free fairy.

I forced him to remain in human society, and blame him for not understanding human society and for transmitting him something that was important for money.

It’s like…

It’s as if he wanted to privatee Mount Fuji with love.

But Mount Fuji should not change for me.

I went into the bedroom.

I saw you lying on the bed with your tail and your dog toy.

I said, “Please help me one last time. Then you can go.

“How can I help?” I’m sorry.

“My mom’s coming tomorrow, you pretend to be my boyfriend.” I’m sorry.

“Okay! It’s nothing!

I see it in my eyes, but it’s a little heartache.

He was happy to leave me.

10

All night long, the whole fox was excited.

I’ll take a shower, I’ll fix what I’m wearing tomorrow. I was wondering if I could get a haircut in the middle of the night.

And in my sleep, I thought with all my hatred, “How can he be so happy to leave me?”

Early in the morning, the door was pushed by violence.

And my mother came in, and she cried, “Whore! I’m sorry.

“Shh, auntie, don’t bother her. I’m sorry.

Then my mother, who had never listened to me in my life, really stopped talking.

Sneaky tits out of the bedroom.

No! I’m responding.

Mom saw me sleeping in bed with a man!

I ran out of my bedroom and met my mother with a face on my face, and I said, “Why didn’t you tell me? Thanks to me, I’m taking you to a blind date today. I’m sorry.

“Mom, it’s not what you think. I tried to explain.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, he was standing at the door, and he frowned and rubbed his back.

When my mother’s eyes were bright, she raised her hand: “Sit down and rest at night. I’m sorry.

Tired of what? Didn’t he have a night change?

Mom, it’s not what you think!

Two people sitting together and talking about child-rearing.

I’m one first two big.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s the last job, but I’m really good at it.

My mom left me alone. She’s in her 20s, and she’s getting married.

“I’m 200 years old and I’m in no hurry.” I’m sorry.

My mother smiled at him, “What are you talking about? I’m only 50 and you’re 200.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, so in my heart, aunt is a little girl.” I’m sorry.

My mom had a big smile, and then she started laughing.

Sneaking with me means this guy’s all right.

I’m sorry.

You don’t know. He’s in his 200s.

My mother was so envious to turn her head.

And then I started to say, “You’re a good girl. You’re a good girl. I’m sorry.

I’m:

I didn’t ask him for money. I made money for him.

“Don’t say that I’m going to learn to take care of her.” I’m sorry.

The old lady was so moved by her tears, she grabbed me in the face: “How well do you take care of her? She’s old and not good, and now she looks better with love. I’m sorry.

I was pinched.

It’s strange that I worked all night long the other day, afraid I’d die. Amazingly, not only has the body not collapsed, but the energy has recently increased.

Is it really love and love?

Soon, I found the answer.

I’m so jealous that I’m in the kitchen for dinner, and I’m being held up by old ladies.

I didn’t know, but I saw I envied North cutting his hand with a knife.

Blood drops down.

Dropped in a little bowl of porcelain.

I rushed up and took a knife.

“What are you doing? I’m sorry.

Eleven.

I envy you for raising your head slowly and pale.

“No, nothing. He said he wanted to get me out of here.

I couldn’t help but close the door.

Don’t move! “Take the gauze next to him and stop the bleeding.”

Well, there’s gauze on the table, so it’s not the first time.

He finally confessed under my duress.

I didn’t feel well that morning. It wasn’t just a fever.

I mean, he was lying next to me the other night, feeling like I was shaking unconscious, and then he couldn’t even hear my breath!

So he became man-made, looking at Us.

“You were weak, I was really worried. “Now I think it’s still obvious that I’m afraid.”

When he went to the hospital, he suddenly realized that white fox blood saved lives.

When he bites on his wrist, he puts a little bit of the blood out of my mouth.

Then he wrapped me up with a few tails, one on my chest, and watched my heartbeat carefully.

“It really worked! I’m so lucky it worked! I got you back! “I envy that the eyes of the northern eye are bending and laughing and the lips are still pale.

Jun Mi-sung’s move adds a little vulnerability.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.

“So you made me drink porridge, and you were added to it…” I couldn’t bear to say that.

“I’m sorry. Do you humans think blood is dirty? But don’t worry, I’m pure and I’m not sick…”

What’s he saying?

He thinks I didn’t say it because I didn’t?

I’m in a hurry. Pick up his toes and block him with his lips.

No offense. Only heartache and guilt.

That morning, I had a porridge, and I was so jealous that I ran away.

I didn’t know he had saved my life.

He’s so grateful for his little fox, but he’s hiding something like that from me.

Slowly, it starts wrong.

I was just trying to block his sad speech.

But I envied Northton for a while and then responded with enthusiasm.

His long fingers were inserted into my hair, held in the back of my head, so he licked it with excitement.

I held his hand softly in his chest and felt clearly his rising temperature and strong heartbeat.

And a tail that comes out of nowhere.

Beautiful as a dream.

If it wasn’t for Mom who cried outside the door, “I’m going to catch the plane, so go on!” I’m sorry.

Then go on with the P. Ah.

We panic and split.

I’m so envious to stare at me, I’ve licked my lips, and I’ve got blood on my head.

“You’re my man, and I feel like I’m full of energy. * He’s right in my ear *

I just feel a fever on my face.

Open the door.

I envied the tails of the north, and the wounds on the hands were healed, leaving only traces of blood that could not be seen.

He walked out of my shoulder.

My mother looked at us, and she shined in her eyes: “Oh, my God, I told you to keep going. I’m sorry.

“We have plenty of time, auntie. Let’s go first.” I’m sorry.

Really? Time. Is there a lot left?

Come back, I’ll take the bus with Gu.

That’s right, Uncle’s going back to that bitch’s car and he’s enviing us to pay his credit card bill next month.

I envy you: life is hard, foxes cry.

I’m glad you’re happy.

My heart is split in half. Half happy because he’s happy, half sad because he’s leaving.

Don’t you think you’re going to give up?

I punched him with my elbow.

Who knows he’s quick, he’s got a sidewalk, he’s got a brain failure.

What are you doing?

“You’re so happy after all this? I’m not happy.

12

I’m jealous of the look on the back of the chair.

This unconscionable.

But I can’t keep him.

After all, I’m not really jealous. He did save my life, he stayed with me, he warmed my bed, he breathed for me, he helped me avoid the blind date.

I’ve got a lot, haven’t I?

I feel so relieved.

Pull out the phone, start the memo:

His skin was a little sensitive and he was brought with him an unopened care kit.

The dog food will light up his hair, and he’ll like it, too.

A dog’s nest… don’t take it. Every time I see him, I think of him lying up there.

Stay and think about it.

I don’t talk for a day, I’ll come here, my neck will be washed with half a long hair, itchy.

He asked, “What are you writing? I’m sorry.

“I’m writing a memo. I’ll go home and pack your bags. I answer.

“Why should I go? “I don’t know.

“Don’t you have to leave after you’ve paid for your kindness? “I’m asking the same face.

“Who says I’m leaving?” I’m not leaving! I’m sorry.

“If I’m done, I can bully you with all my heart! Uncle can’t control me!”

My eyes are bright — he’s not leaving.

I’m so jealous of my cheek with my hands on my face, and I’m so full of shit and I’m laughing like a good-looking almond, bending out of a demon.

He laughed and said, “You’re not getting rid of me, okay? I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

He raised his chin and said, “Don’t ever like my uncle again, okay? I’m sorry.

I shake my head.

He’s in a hurry, he’s in a bad mood, he’s in a bad mood: “You still like people with me, huh? I’m sorry.

I’ll slap his hand, stomp his face.

“First, I’m not with you. You haven’t said anything yet. I’m sorry.

“Secondly, I shake my head because I didn’t like Uncle and I didn’t like him again. I’m sorry.

“Well, I’ll tell you this.” I’m sorry.

Zoo, that’s hasty.

I’m almost in his arms.

Shoot my phone, “Come on, give me some buckets first, two! I’m sorry.

I look at this stinking big tail fox and laughs at it: “Thou have three!” I’m sorry.

It’s like the shadows finally spread and the sun came in with pain and joy.

“Ding.” Here’s a good one.

I can’t even sit back.

Suddenly, his face cooled down: “Do you smell a strange smell?” I’m sorry.

“Doesn’t it taste?” I wrinkled and smelled.

He looked all over the car and set himself under a woman: “It smells like sulphur. I’m sorry.

“I seem to have heard the ticking of the clock.” I’m sorry.

Huh? What do you mean?

There’s nothing in my head.

“It seems like a bomb.” I’m sorry.

And another sentence was added: “No, I am sure.” I’m sorry.

13

No words.

The scene in the TV show made me meet.

I’m like an ant on a hot pot. I’m in a hurry.

Cats with their waists on their backs, they don’t dare shout.

“Shall we get out of the car? No, you can’t.

“Do you know how to turn back time?” No, you can’t even predict the future…

“Oh, it’s my fault. I came home in a cab to save those dollars…”

I regret hitting my head.

I’ll bend north and hold my little fist in my hand.

Scratch my hair:

“A fool, afraid of nothing. I am a noble, pure white fox. You’ll be fine with me. I’m sorry.

His voice was low, and I was in a bad mood, as if he had been pacified.

“Okay, I believe you.” I’m sorry.

The next second, a cedar’s breath covered me.

My heart is filled with feelings of security and warmth.

I’d like to sit down and walk to the lady.

It doesn’t matter.

The aunt had noded her head and held her hand in the bag under her seat, unsealed.

Look up and blink at me.

Then he came to the driver, who had noded his head.

The speed of the vehicle has clearly begun to slow down, slowly driving on the bridge and leaning towards it.

Turns out he had the mental control of the aunt and the driver, and planned to break the window and throw the bomb down when he was near the bridge.

I’m totally down.

I was in a hurry, but I forgot that the fox had such a confusing skill.

It does not disturb human order and makes humans “freedom” hurt one another. Good idea!

But what I didn’t know was that a stinging cell phone ringing.

As if she had been awakened, she was shaking and holding on to the bag under her seat.

Not good! She’s pulling the dynamite!

But the car is still in the middle of the bridge.

I ran over, and I put all my strength in it, with the passengers around, and I held down the crazy aunt.

Get out of the car! The driver opened the door!

I envied the north to rise from the chaos, to hold the explosives under the seat and to run down.

There’s cars all over the bridge. How could he go down there?

I stood up and ran out.

Seeing the enviousness of travelling through the traffic, my heart is nervous enough to mention the voice.

“Don’t come!” He turned his head and yelled at me.

Throw the bomb to the river.

The next second, boom, boom, boom.

I watched as the smoke rose by the bridge, and the fire fell on Haiti and devoured everything around it.

Everything around.

Including Jealousy.

Then the fragments of the blast and the shock came, and We were thrown into the ground.

The back of the brain is sore, it’s full of blood and the sound of an explosion.

I want to get up, but I can’t get up.

It’s only possible to dent the neck in a twisted angle and look at it with a hard-on.

Can’t see, can’t see.

I’ve been envious of the north.

A desperate thought echoes in my head: What should we do? What should we do?

And I raised my hand full of blood, and dragged the jade in my neck.

I cried and cried, “Uncle, I’ve been killed!” What should I do?

14

Wake up again, the nose is full of disinfectant water.

It’s the hospital.

I struggled to sit up and be held by a nurse: “Don’t move, you have a concussion. I’m sorry.

I grabbed her hand, and I asked, “What about Jealousy North?” How is he?”

“Who?”

“That’s the guy who got off with the bomb. How’s he doing? I’m sorry.

The nurse smiled: “That young man is so lucky, he’s hurt a little, he doesn’t have a problem. I’m sorry.

I’ve finally landed in a hanging heart.

Turns out I’m fine.

I knew it!

This pompous, childish fox is not that easy to die.

He said, “He will continue to bully me after giving thanks.”

I took a tear and begged the nurse to push me to see him.

Pushing the door open, I’m happy to be able to film this filthy fox wrapped up in a mummies.

But look at that man’s face, I’m choking.

Not envious.

Is a complete stranger.

I asked the nurse if he went wrong.

She looked at the medical card. Yes, he, Kang Woo, ran off with the bomb.

I can’t believe it.

The one who got off the bomb was the one who was jealous.

The one who stood by the bridge and was swallowed up by a bomb, and whose life was unknown, envied the North.

I implore the nurse to take me to find a room and a hospital building.

She was patient and serious, but when she talked to her colleagues about me, she pointed her finger to the head.

Think I’m crazy?

It was crazy. I looked all over the hospital and I couldn’t find Gu Jee-bei.

I even begged the police for surveillance on the bridge that day.

But it was clear from the surveillance that Kang Woo ran off with the bomb.

There is no envy for North.

The police officer was relieved to say that he had been excited by the explosion and that he was normal enough to cooperate with the treatment.

I still don’t believe it.

I went to the bus surveillance, even though he didn’t throw the bomb, but I got on the bus with Gu Jee-bei.

Really no.

Surveillance, from the beginning to the end, I’m alone.

How can I give him some of my family’s envy?

I said no. I’m alone. Why are you laughing?

The staff looked at me hard and said, would you be calling? Or…

Or just crazy.

Two possibilities. Choose.

I don’t want to go to the neighborhood, check the elevator, check where we went together.

There’s no envy, no uncle.

Even the jade on my neck is gone.

There is no evidence of their existence.

And so I began to believe that I imagined it.

Because even my mom says she hasn’t come to see me lately.

It’s all hallucinations.

I imagined a fox fairy, warmed my feet, helped me with all the troubles.

Right, 21st century. How could there be foxes? I told myself over and over.

But the question is, why do I have a kennel at home? There’s a dog toy scattered all over the place.

Did I buy it when I was hallucinating?

I don’t understand.

My heart is empty.

I don’t get it.

15

Two years passed quickly.

Especially when a man is a walker.

Of course it’s not that much, but I always feel like there’s something missing in life.

I tried not to recall, but every time a friend came to my house, they asked, “Do you have a dog?”

I said no.

And they’re gonna wonder why your family has so much dog stuff.

Yeah, why?

They look at me and they look sad and they think I’m excited about the bomb.

Maybe.

Maybe I should really have a dog.

I was standing in a pet store for half a day.

They’re cute and beautiful. I’m just trying to get adopted.

“It’s worse than enviing North.” I whispered, “But I don’t blame you. He’s a noble, pure fox.” I’m sorry.

I blinked at them laughing.

I picked a little Sam.

When I was getting ready to hold the dog, my elbow was pulled.

“Hey! Lemon! You’re keeping a dog behind my back. Oh, it’s so ugly!”

I turned around.

It’s a beautiful face.

At this point he wrinkled his nose and looked over my dog.

Jealousy.

I saw it, Gu Jealous.

In broad daylight, the hallucinations are so serious. I shake my head and shoot myself in the head.

“No more Sam, let’s change that, little Corky. I told the clerk.

“No one can feed me.” I’m sorry.

Out of line.

Why is this fox still so jealous in my hallucination?

I’m embarrassed to tell the owner I won’t buy it today. I’ll see it next time.

Go home.

It’s home too.

I can’t believe you’re following me behind my ass.

He ran to his bedroom, pulled the dog toys and turned out of the fox, and the white husk rolled in the kennel.

“You didn’t even throw it! I’m sorry.

He blinked in a round-eyed fox’s eye and looked at me in his little head.

“What’s wrong? Not happy to see me back? I’m sorry.

We looked at him with a blind eye: “Are you really?” I’m sorry.

And the next moment, the white fox’s furry body stretches, and becomes a man of high shape.

He came to me, hugged me from behind, leaned his head over my neck.

The cedar that has been running around me.

“Slate Lemon, do you blame me for leaving so long, deliberately ignoring me? * The sound of the sound is so tender and soothing *

I stood back and said, “Are you really? I’m sorry.

16

“I’m real, I’m real, I’m real…”

I’ve said it 10086 times.

I still don’t believe it.

“Where’s the tail? Show me.

He’s got a few big hairy tails pouring out behind his back, saying hi, and he’s really excited about me.

“Ears? Touch me. I’m sorry.

Two hairy ears appeared on his head.

I pulled him, left, right.

“Then call me again. I’m sorry.

“Hey, don’t push the lemon. I’m sorry.

“Scream!”

“Ooh! I’m sorry.

I suddenly smiled down.

Smiling, tears fell like lines.

I punched him in the chest.

“I’m funny, right? That’s funny, isn’t it? You know I thought I was crazy for two years?

“I’ve been looking for you, but I can’t find you. I’m afraid you’re fake. I’m afraid you’re dead, you know? I’m sorry.

If you don’t hide, just stand there and let me fight.

And when I had no strength, he held me in his arms as hard as he was going to put me in his body.

He left a wetness on my neck: “I know all about it. I’ve always wanted it back. Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m sorry.

I’m so envious that I’m in the sofa and I’m slowly telling the truth about the explosion.

Turns out he was badly blown up, at least three, according to his uncle.

It’s a good thing I called my uncle in time to protect his life and not turn him into a white fox.

It would have been better, but unfortunately it happened again.

The human bomb just blew up a fur, and Skyjack hit him in the soul.

She almost lost half her life.

Having heard this, I’m in deep pain, and I’m having some complaints.

Why don’t you let me know? Didn’t we all agree to be together?

“No, I’m afraid I won’t make it.” It’ll break your heart. I’m sorry.

I wish I could bite him: “You fear that I will grieve and erase all the traces of your existence, right? I’m sorry.

He slit his lips, huh.

I laughed, “Will you erase my memory, it is only I who remember? Would I be more sad?” I’m sorry.

“How can you erase such a beautiful memory? “I am jealous of the sudden increase in the tone.”

He shakes his head and shows his heart in pain: “Women, you have no conscience and want to forget me.” No, I’m hurt. I have to kiss to get better. I’m sorry.

He covered his chest, acting.

It’s a luminous lip, and I really want to kiss it.

I sat straight and held my chest.

This unthinking, pretentious evil is firmly rejected.

I’m sure you do.

And he sat straight, and he put his back on me, and he held me in his arms, and said, “I promise you that I will be with you.” I’m sorry.

I played his ear: “That’s my fox.” I’m sorry.

17

I found the bug when I combed the white fox. The white fox is fake!

“Don’t stop.” I’m sorry.

And I took his back of his neck, and asked, “The tail of my country is eight, and you have nine. Say, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.

Little white fox with tails, twig.

“I’m really jealous, Lemon. My tail’s long! I’m sorry.

Well…

I always thought he said he didn’t have a tail, like a child’s hair.

I didn’t know Gu Jee-bei had no tail!

He had previously been unscathed, and this time, he had to carry on before the tail of article 9 had to grow.

“Eight tails and nine. What’s the difference? I asked.

I wonder, “Similar to you humans, minors and adults.” I’m sorry.

So… I used to be a 200-year-old minor?

This is ridiculous!

“I didn’t think you knew my tails. “Do you always look at my ass? I’m sorry.

My face burned, “Don’t lie, just a few times.” I’m sorry.

“Do you want to know what you can do with nine tails?” I’m sorry.

What can I do?

Can you summon the Dragon?

I don’t care to laugh.

I didn’t think I’d suddenly fall under my eyes: “With nine tails, I could have a fox.” I’m sorry.

“The lemon, you were going to sterilise me, right? I don’t think we’ve figured it out yet, huh? I’m sorry.

Out of line!

I can’t say anything, “No, you won’t let me give it to you.”

The moment the brain fills with a bunch of foxes asking me for milk.

He scoffed at his lips and laughed, “No, I am a male fox.” I’m sorry.

“But I’m not a female fox! I object.

“It’s okay, Uncle says you’re my man, and I’m fine with the fox.” I’m sorry.

After a few years, I finally understood what my uncle meant when he said, “It’s up to me if you can have a fox after you’re jealous.”

No no no.

I’m going to make the last effort, and I’m going to be jealous.

“What if we were born together? I’m sorry.

“How many times did he say he was not a dog? He was a noble, pure fox!” It’s called a hybrid!

Oh… well…

I give up resistance.

The next second, I envy the precious and warm kisses of the North, like the rain.

(concluded)

By Yueyang Moontooth

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.