The riverside at night may be a good place to talk about love, especially on a special day like White Valentine's Day.
The riverside greening is done well, and many landscape trees have been planted. The figures in the grove are in pairs, and occasionally a small corner of the clothes can be seen clearly through the moonlight.
A young couple is hugging in the woods and talking in a low voice, their breaths intertwined.
While muttering, the girl suddenly felt a chill on her scalp, as if something had fallen from above, and it must have landed on a small section of her scalp exposed by her bangs.
It was cold, and the touch rushed down from the top of her head like an electric current.
She was numb all over, immediately stretched out her hand to touch, frowned and said: "What..."
The boy also touched her soft black hair, and was a little strange, "What's wrong?"
"Something fell down," the girl complained angrily, "couldn't it be bird droppings? - the hair I just washed before I went out to see you!"
Come out on a date with a sweet wash on Valentine's Day, if you are attacked by bird droppings, what is it called
If I say it, I am afraid I will be laughed at for half a year.
"Look for it quickly," she grabbed the boy's hand, "Quick—"
These small thoughts are undoubtedly cute in the eyes of lovers. Her boyfriend smiled and lowered his head, looking for them with the flashlight of his mobile phone. The soft and smooth black hair was reflected under the white light, and there was no trace on the top of it. The boy couldn't help but gasped, and looked carefully, but still didn't see anything unusual.
"You're thinking too much," he said, poking around inside. "There's nothing."
Girls don't believe it.
"Yes!" she said firmly, "surely!"
That feeling was so vivid, it was clear that something had stuck to her flesh—she couldn't possibly feel wrong.
The two searched hard, but still found nothing. The boy pulled one of her bangs to the other side, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed a tiny, gray thing nestled quietly in her hair.
what is that
He paused, and subconsciously reached out to touch it. But the moment it touched it, it melted like a drop of water, soaked into the hair in a blink of an eye, and disappeared completely.
"..."
Could it be water
He was inexplicably dazed, and only recovered when the girl raised her head in reproach.
"It's okay," the boy smiled, "it's just water."
It's just water dripping from the leaves.
There was a soft crash, as if an insect flapped its wings and flew up from the forest.
It vibrated rapidly at a high frequency, and then pierced its mouthparts into what
A flower heart
The shadows of the leaves swayed slightly on the ground, and it was pitch black. Only by carefully and meticulously distinguishing with the naked eye can we see the small, particle-like things hidden in it. They are densely spread on each leaf, presenting a strange gray and translucent shape, as if slowly wriggling under the action of the wind, trying to get out of the translucent membrane that wraps them.
—It will one day become a butterfly.
The night wind seemed to be getting cooler. It was lifted one after another, almost knocking Kou Dong to the ground. The psychological teacher's overcoat somewhat blocked some of the chill for him, and he had to lean his entire body to get enough warmth from this body.
Both of his hands were accidentally inserted into the man's pocket, and the top of his head touched the man's chin, which was a completely fitted hug.
"..."
This hug gave Kou Dong an even more strange feeling.
He is not a person who likes to get close to others, and he is too familiar with life, so it is difficult to make these too close actions. But now in the arms of the NPC, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, as if he had returned to his mother's amniotic fluid. The ferocious beast in his heart that wanted to devour people also became quiet at this moment, as if someone had tightly bridle him, and he didn't make a sound.
The psychological teacher's hand rubbed gently on his back, soothing his emotions. Kou Dong leaned weakly in his arms, feeling for a moment that he was like a lovely and pitiful little white flower whose calyx was being touched by someone.
His whole body was a little soft to the touch.
Kou Dong suspected that the psychological teacher had hypnotized his body.
He is also more concerned about what the psychological teacher said.
sick
What kind of disease? ?
His heart skipped a beat, thinking of the abnormal negative emotions, he couldn't help covering his mouth: "..."
Could it be that the cocoon was planted again
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, isn't he going to perform a show of spitting moths later? ?
Kou Dong couldn't help recalling the scene of Mr. Mo spitting out fresh moths, his face turned blue for a while, and he covered his mouth tightly with his hands, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva to detect if there was any strange feeling in his throat .
'
Fortunately, no.
The moth didn't vomit, but another kind of tactile sensation covered his tightly covered hands, which were slightly moist and ready to be parted at the touch.
The young man lowered his head slightly, and touched the back of his smooth hand with his lips.
"What are you doing?" he said with a smile, "You want me to kiss you?"
"..."
Kou Dong put his hands down, thinking blankly, are all NPC brain circuits so strange now
Darling, am I afraid that I will be disgusted to death!
As soon as he put his hand away, the NPC frowned and kissed him again. This time there was no hand to stop him, and he kissed Kou Dong firmly on the mouth, and his lips collided with each other.
This seems to be an intimate battle, without blood or sweat, it is a soft battle. Kou Dong's troops retreated steadily, but the opponent almost drove straight in, insisting on tasting surrender from his lips. The man's breath was completely different from his gentle and elegant appearance, it was clear and unkind, similar to the snow on a high mountain, and he used this snow to gently attack Kou Dong.
Kou Dong was completely shocked by his shamelessness, and he had dated quite a few NPCs, and strictly speaking, he was well-informed. But it was the first time that a psychology teacher kissed so shamelessly.
"What are you doing?"
The psychology teacher frowned, looking more surprised than him.
"Kiss my own boyfriend," he said unhurriedly, "is there anything wrong?"
… Depend on!
Kou Dong really couldn't say what was wrong, wanted to refute, but was afraid that the NPC's mood would be affected by it, so he came this time in vain.
Before coming in, Ye Yanzhi told him that the mood value can not only be positive, but also negative.
What if he refuted it back in public, and the NPC's mood fell to the bottom, and in turn, his achievement points would be deducted
That's what he worked so hard to save!
Originally planned to buy a small skirt for him! !
Yes, Kou Dong still hasn't given up on this idea. After all, it was only those three pieces that were untied. As long as he was fast enough to quickly place an order and put on Ye Yanzhi where Ye Yanzhi couldn't see, he should be able to fulfill his wish for a girl's dress.
Forced by this kind of thinking, Kou Dong couldn't say what he refuted openly, and could only scold the NPC in his heart for being shameless.
As soon as it came up, it was set to be a boyfriend.
This man's face is too thick.
The psychology teacher observed his expression, and suddenly smiled again.
"Why," the man said softly, "won't you?"
It was only then that Kou Dong remembered that this person was an expert in psychology, good at reading various facial micro-expressions of people. He hurriedly controlled his facial muscles and put away his thoughts, "How come?"
The man is thoughtful.
"But your expression just now seems to be scolding me in your heart."
Kou Dong was even more embarrassed when he punctured it.
"Hahaha," he laughed deeper, "how could it be! How could I scold you in my heart?"
He actually uttered a foul word in his head very loudly.
sister.
Sister's sister's sister! !
The psychology teacher's amber eyes stared at him quietly, then suddenly turned again.
"Is that comfortable?"
Kou Dong: "... what?"
"The kiss just now." The psychology teacher rubbed his kissed red lips with his thumb, as if he was conducting a serious scientific research discussion, "Is it comfortable?"
"..."
"Don't lie," the man said softly, "I can tell."
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong: "Please ask, which answer would you be happier with?"
Show him a path that leads directly to the right answer
The man actually laughed out loud, and after laughing, he really gave him a choice seriously.
"You can kiss me again sincerely, and I will be very happy."
... Then I'd better give up achievement points.
It's fine for him to pretend to be a boyfriend, but to actually pretend to be genuine and without revealing any flaws—this is indeed a bit difficult for Kou Dong.
It's true that he is a showman, but this person in front of him is a pervert.
What kind of showman is capable of being too perverted
Kou Dong wiped his face, and suddenly felt that this date would be very difficult, and even felt a little bit regretful—the psychology teacher is much harder to fool than other NPCs.
He shouldn't be planted in this pit, right
After taking a walk by the river, the psychology teacher drove Kou Dong home in a graceful manner.
The car is a good car, but the man is not a good man. He didn't leave after sending him downstairs, and sent him upstairs; it should be almost the same when he was delivered to the door, but the man said he was a little thirsty and wanted to go in for a drink coffee.
Kou Dong couldn't bear it anymore, the veins on his forehead were bulging all the time. If this wasn't a date with the psychology teacher, but in the dungeon, he might have done it right now.
He leaned against the door, "What coffee do you drink at night? Are you afraid you won't be able to sleep?"
The psychology teacher twitched his mouth and said that it's okay if he can't fall asleep. Neither of them can fall asleep, so they can be a companion together.
The word "companion" basically exposed his wolfish ambitions.
What kind of company can two adults be together—it’s not the girl who used to go to the bathroom hand in hand when she was in elementary school.
Kou Dong refused him without even thinking about it.
But the psychology teacher was still standing at the door of his house, did not move, frowning, showing a sad expression.
"If I refuse," he whispered, "I will be in a bad mood."
Kou Dong: "..."
He was really tired of playing with this kind of psychology, as if he had seen through him all at once, even he knew clearly that he was afraid that the man's mood value would drop, holding it in his hand was like holding some important handle.
It's going to kill me.
Kou Dong was afraid that the points earned by working so hard would decrease, so he had to open the door. The psychology teacher outside the door waited politely until the door was fully opened before Shi Shiran walked in.
"Thank you for your hospitality."
Kou Dong stared at him, actually wanting to hit his face directly.
Kou Dong had never seen the house he lived in during the date, but somehow it looked familiar. From the key of the door to the decoration inside, it was as if he had been in contact with it before. He reached out and patted and found the position of the light switch without any mistakes.
He turned on the switch, turned around and asked the man who followed behind him, "What coffee do you want?"
Turning around, Kou Dong himself was startled.
At some point, the psychology teacher took off the pair of gold-rimmed glasses that were always on his face, and put them on the glass surface of the coffee table. He was leaning against the sofa, his expression seemed quite comfortable, and he was more like a master than Kou Dong.
"It's so late, I don't want to keep you busy," he said, "Instant ones are fine."
Kou Dongxin is talking nonsense, is it possible that you still plan to let me grind it at night
Or should I bring a cat over here to go through my stomach and show you a Chinese pastoral version of cat feces
I think of myself quite high.
He didn't ask the man again which kind of instant drink he wanted to drink, and he directly brewed a cup of thickened one for him with this feeling of displeasure. The psychology teacher sank slightly in the soft sofa, watching his figure busy in front of the counter, and brought a mug over after a while.
The man glanced at the cup in his hand.
It is not commonly used by lovers on weekdays, or it is specially used to entertain guests.
This made the psychology teacher raise his eyebrows slightly, and then he leaned deeper towards the sofa, "Why did you take this cup?"
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Kou Dong: ... one pervert, two perverts, three perverts...