"Empathy is..."
Yi Jia put the back of Shen Zhirou's hand on her palm. She has a very delicate nose, which looks almost perfect from Shen Zhirou's point of view.
"so."
Shen Zhirou felt a little uneasy in her heart for some reason, she turned her eyes a little absently, but she couldn't help her curiosity.
"that's all?"
Ten minutes passed by Shen Zhirou, but she didn't see what was going on. Yi Jia didn't behave in a strange way like before, but looked at her with a smile.
"Failed, it doesn't seem to be a good match for Rourou."
Shen Zhirou was startled: "This thing will fail?"
"Of course it will," Yi Jia scratched the back of Shen Zhirou's hand solemnly, "Empathy is very difficult to say, or it may be because of my poor genetics, sometimes I go in without knowing it, and sometimes what? I don't feel it."
Shen Zhirou sighed, and held up the old lady's photo very sadly.
"Really or not, my mother is really... I don't feel anything, is she that beautiful?"
"Yes, yes," Yi Jia glanced up eagerly, so serious that Shen Zhirou was embarrassed to question, "It's very similar to kk."
Shen Zhifan was very good-looking, but... she still didn't see it.
There is no similarity in the eyebrows and eyes, which is too unscientific, right
Why wasn't it inherited from her? Not at all
It's too much, it's too generous, isn't it
She was still a little suspicious, but she was a little lost when she saw the photo.
It's been seven years since my parents passed away, but the voices and smiles of those deceased can come out from the depths of my heart anytime, anywhere.
When she and Shen Zhifan lived together in the orphanage, Shen Zhifan comforted her that the real death of a person is not only the destruction of the body and soul, but also whether he exists in memory.
If it is not forgotten, it is not completely dead.
"Rou Rou... Rou Rou?"
Shen Zhirou suddenly came back to her senses, wiped away her tears, and looked sad.
"It's too late, it's time to go to bed, are you going home? It's too late, why don't you just stay and sleep with me."
Yi Jia opened her mouth wide and looked at Shen Zhirou with tears in her eyes.
"Yes, can you?"
Shen Zhirou was taken aback by Yi Jia's reaction, Yi Jia's beauty and IQ were inversely proportional to what she had always known, but she didn't expect it to be so different.
"Just a night's sleep, what's the matter."
Shen Zhirou stretched her waist and planned to make the bed. As soon as she walked into the aisle, she heard Yi Jia staring at her while holding the small pillow.
"But it's too exciting."
Shen Zhirou staggered under her feet, frightened by these words, which were really ambiguous and unsightly.
"What, what's the excitement?" Shen Zhirou couldn't straighten her tongue when she was nervous, "It's just two girls sleeping together, what are you putting on in your head?"
Yi Jia pursed her lips and looked at her blankly.
"Ah, I mean, sleeping in the same house with kk is so exciting."
Shen Zhirou: "..."
Shen Zhirou coldly said "Oh", and for some reason she went back to make the bed in a bit of a loss.
... Also, it's actually a ghost, there's something so good about it.
Shen Zhirou stabilized her mind, in order to let herself get rid of distracting thoughts, she opened her secret cabinet a little nervously, took out a lot of half-naked male model magazines, covered half of her nosebleed and sighed contentedly.
A girl with Yi Jia's character is a cancer.
But well, I am still saved.
Shen Zhirou cried with joy while holding the pornographic magazine.
…
Shen Zhifan felt that he was about to be helpless.
He was actually on the phone with the male god, and the level of the conversation was almost the same as that of a sixteen-year-old kid looking for trouble.
And... still very happy.
When he put down the phone, he felt that the corners of his mouth curved upwards, and he could feel his heart beating as soon as he lowered his head.
Perhaps it was because the room was so silent that he could clearly hear the beating in his chest, and the beating of his heart brought all the blood and emotions, as if everything belonged here, so he could feel the fragility here more and more. .
He subconsciously stroked his heart with his fingers and sat on the bed without moving, with the other hand casually placed on the diary.
Then he raised his head slightly, half-squinting his eyes.
Put your fingers on the outside of the chest cavity, and you can clearly feel its tireless appearance.
It also gave him an illusion.
He was like an ignorant young child outside, watching it curiously.
Shishuo is there.
Thinking of his majestic, handsome and deep eyebrows, thinking of his joking saying, "I will probably go to a grilled fish shop", and thinking of the temperature of his lips when he bowed his head and kissed his forehead.
It's all... never felt before.
Then he bowed his head badly.
Wouldn't it be bad for Xiao to think that the male god would be very disrespectful to people
Oh no, stop here for a moment, wait, it wasn't me who kissed him, it was him who kissed me, okay
Huh, can a male god stealing a kiss be called a stealing kiss? That's definitely not possible, that's called pity.
Bah, Shen Zhifan, what are you doing
... ah ah ah, the future is gone, the face is gone, all run away from home, I don't want it anymore.
There were two voices in Shen Zhifan's mind fighting back and forth, from when his brain was still breathing until it was completely rotten into a ball of cotton wool, which was very lively.
There is no reason to speak.
He felt that his face was burning with smoke, like a chimney. He tried to make himself more righteous, but in the end, it was fruitless.
And what he thought was not wrong at all. How could the future Shen Zhifan's arrogant and cold Gao Lingzhihua's character design are all fake, how can there be such a thing, look at those magazines by the bed, After so many years, there really is no improvement at all.
... hey, you idiot!
Shen Zhifan taught himself righteously in his heart.
Why did he say that, because he found some other publications on his bedside table, most of which were written by Yan Shuo.
Yan Shuo is not a public figure, his status is outstanding, and he has real military power.
But I also occasionally participate in some interviews, but they are very serious, except for this... men's magazine.
In fact, it is not a photo, just some photos of life in the military camp.
But there are really people who live anywhere, anytime, just like posing.
It's obviously not exposed at all, but there is an... , and this one, I have to say that Shen Zhifan has never seen anyone who can wear a military uniform so abstinently... oh.
me, grass.
Unbearable.
Shen Zhifan covered his face.
Although he knew that there could be no eighteen forbidden things in the future, Shen Zhifan was still looking forward to it.
This is not good, Shen Zhifan, this is too crazy, right
What's wrong, please face this calmly. Haven't you seen so many exclusive interviews that only this magazine has been turned over the most? The cover is about to fall off. I guess you are often thieves. Can you post some of these pictures, eh
... Don't think about it, stop it, he really wants to give it a shot.
Speaking of which, who took these indecent photos
Great shot woohoo.
Shen Zhifan couldn't hold back, hugged the magazine and rolled happily on the bed.
... So anyway, I'm still sixteen years old. It's amazing to be able to sleep with a photo of a male god in my arms.
… think, think about it.
Shen Zhifan's age was sixteen years old, when he didn't know the taste of AIDS, and even if his body was twenty-four years old, he was still a body that didn't know the taste of AIDS.
So young people, it's easy to look at these pictures... in a hurry.
Once the lust comes up, it is very easy to control the young man's brain, like a prairie fire burning in his abdomen, as soon as he closes his eyes, the fingers of those pictures wrap around his body as if they have substance.
He could even feel the cool and rough fingertips running across his back, abdomen, neck, lips... It brought the most initial erotic taste, like an electric shock, making his waist and eyes feel inexplicably sore.
Just a haircut, he thought with a blushing face, but no one knows anyway.