The shadow curled up quietly at his feet, dark and docile, only the wings behind him fluttered slightly. Kou Dong's heart was pounding, but his gaze was naturally moved away from the ground, as if he hadn't noticed the abnormality at all.
He refocused his attention on the chessboard.
There was a rustling sound in his ear, but the man did not unbutton his pants, but lowered his eyes, and naturally pulled out the belt from it, and put it on the table, with a low voice.
"Okay."
Kou Dong opened his mouth, intending to ask how the belt counts; but his eyes turned to the psychology teacher, and he chose to let go of the question wisely.
The man looked like he was going to open the gate to release the water, which really made people panic.
"Continue?"
"Of course," the psychology teacher said with a slight smile, "The outcome is still undecided, so naturally we must continue."
Kou Dong was silent for a while, then asked, "How do you judge the outcome?"
If he wins three out of five rounds, he should be the one to win now.
The psychology teacher said: "If you have no chips, you are considered a loser."
"..."
Doesn't that mean that one party must be naked
Kou Dong's whole person is not very good. If he plays like this, no matter how you look at it, he will lose the game—it will be a terrible thing for him to be naked.
He opened his mouth, and just about to say something, the psychology teacher on the opposite side suddenly smiled and said: "It's just to pass the time at night, baby, wouldn't you be unwilling?"
"..."
Kou Dong's words were blocked by him.
Who can say no to this? His achievement points cannot be reversed.
He had no choice but to hold his own chess piece, thinking secretly in his heart.
When the new round started, Kou Dong secretly pulled up the corner of the sweater while no one was looking, and took a look at the pants he was wearing. —Unfortunately, he is wearing a casual style, with a wide sweater on top, and a pair of black sweatpants underneath—no belt, only a trouser rope. He tried to pull one end of the rope out, but he couldn't pull it out after a long time, so he let it go quietly.
The psychology teacher played with the crystal clear marble with his slender fingers, but gave him a meaningful look.
This glance made Kou Dong even more flustered, like a chick trapped in a corner by a weasel, afraid that he would be eaten if he stretched his neck.
Facts have proved that his hunch was not wrong. Because from this round, their victory and defeat were reversed.
In that round just now, the man seemed to be still testing the waters; in this round, the man has completely figured out Kou Dong's usual routines, and he easily distributed all his chess pieces to the frontier. Kou Dong's army only had three or two kittens, and the other party had already assembled, and they stood proudly in the pit and lined up.
Kou Dong gritted his teeth and wanted to give it a try, but he was unsuccessful; but he also made up a lot of gaps, only one or two steps away.
The psychology teacher pushed the chessboard slightly, narrowed his amber eyes, and said calmly, "I won."
His light-colored pupils stared straight at Kou Dong, with a faint smile inside.
Kou Dong took off one of his white socks on the floor.
"Come again!"
…
A few minutes later, another white sock of Kou Dong and his partner flew together.
A few minutes later, Kou Dong's sweater was also put on top. His body curve is very beautiful, not the kind of body with obvious muscles, the skeleton is not big, and the hair is not at all exuberant. With the extra smooth and fair skin because of not seeing the sun, it seems to be in a transparent goblet It is like a glass of ice in it, very clear and refreshing.
The collarbone is deeply sunken, and there are two small thin shadows gathered, which seem to be a little tense under the gaze from the opposite side.
The wings opened wider in an instant, and then flapped at a faster speed. The psychology teacher's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't even deliberately look at him more, not to embarrass him, but asked in a low voice: "Do you want to change the color of the pawn for you?"
It has to be said that the psychology of NPCs has also been learned to the extreme, like flying a kite one by one, will not put too much pressure on Kou Dong, and will even be polite and reserved, looking quite considerate.
It's a pity that Kou Dong really doesn't have Stockholm syndrome, and he doesn't feel considerate at all.
Instead, he felt something was wrong.
Every time a man wins in the end, it is very risky. It is not a big chance of winning, but more like pure luck, which is often two or three steps away. The more so, the more Kou Dong felt that he had the possibility of turning defeat into victory, but after losing three games in a row, he thought about it in his heart.
Taking the victory as a carrot to hang himself, this NPC has worked in a casino, right
Sexy NPC, online licensing?
"drink water?"
The man asked him suddenly, as if he was thirsty.
Kou Dong nodded and turned his head to watch his back enter the kitchen.
In just a minute, the man held the cup again. When the cup was brought back unexpectedly, the cup shook slightly, because it was full, water droplets splashed out immediately, but sporadically splashed all over Kou Dong.
Fortunately, it is warm water, so it won't burn people. It's just that when it touched the skin, there was a sudden chill, and Kou Dong shivered slightly.
The man frowned, and wiped it for him without thinking. Kou Dong didn't think much about this blank paper at first, but when the opponent's fingertips stayed in the depression of the collarbone, as if stationed there, he suddenly felt something wrong.
He is not dough, just wipe it off, why is it always kneaded
…
He had come to his senses completely, shit, shit, shit, this is still an NPC routine!
Kou Tiantian was about to blurt out a swear word, and had to pinch her thigh hard to suppress it. With a cold face, he pushed the man's arm away and said, "Where did it all get splashed?"
What are you going to do, use your own Changbai Mountain to establish diplomatic relations with the other side's Wuzhi Mountain
The psychology teacher just chuckled.
Kou Dong also snatched the towel from him, and put it on the shawl angrily.
"I can do it myself, I don't need you."
The NPC's eyes looked extremely regretful, Kou Dongquan pretended not to see it, but had a new idea when he saw the cup.
Maybe I can get away.
He coughed twice, indicating that his throat was a little itchy, and he might have caught a cold after being splashed with water just now, and he might catch a cold.
"You can't freeze a cold, you have to cover it."
After finishing speaking, he stared at the NPC desperately.
As a boyfriend, the psychology teacher has to accept this stalk. Lovers are going to catch a cold, can this kind of game still be played
If it was still possible, Kou Dong would definitely condemn him loudly. Trying to make himself happy regardless of his lover's body, this behavior is definitely a scumbag, a proper scumbag.
It stands to reason that at this time, the psychology teacher should hold him by the shoulders and let him wear two more pieces and stop here, but the psychology teacher is obviously a child who grew up wearing Xtep, and he does not take the usual way at all, "Then Sweat more in the quilt."
After speaking, he stood up and was about to carry Kou Dong onto the bed.
Kou Tiantian was dizzy.
... where
"Under the quilt," the man replied, especially meaningful, "It's good for you to sweat a little more."
Kou Dong: "..."
He was one foot taller, but he didn't expect the opponent to be one foot taller!
What the hell are you talking about! !
Kou Dong was trapped in the soft quilt, trying to turn over and escape. But the man put his hand on him and looked down condescendingly. After taking off the glasses, the psychology teacher's facial features became clearer and clearer. The phoenix eyes and thin lips made him look particularly abstinent and indifferent, gentle and gentle, like a high-altitude flower in the workplace.
It's just a pity that Kou Dong is being pressed under the petals at this moment.
He rolled up the figure like a flower roll, tucked in by the corner of the quilt.
"What's the trouble?"
Kou Dong shrank deeper into the quilt, staring at him eagerly. That look is pitiful, and it can definitely be called pitiful; it is cute, but it is also very cute.
"Stop making trouble," the young man said pitifully, "sleep."
"it is good."
The man came in right after him, and he didn't know whether he had touched it or not. After a while, Kou Dong crawled out in panic like a frightened rabbit, "I don't know..."
Don't sleep with me!
The psychology teacher finally laughed out loud.
Smiling and laughing, his eyes were full of haze, covering the people around him again, "Stop making trouble, go to bed early."
Kou Dong couldn't believe that he had escaped a catastrophe.
"sleep?"
The man raised his eyebrows.
"Want a verb?"
No, Kou Dong immediately covered his head, trying to hypnotize himself.
A few minutes later, a hand rested on the quilt and patted his back lightly.
Lying beside such an NPC, Kou Dong didn't feel sleepy at first. But under the comfort of this hand, his heart seemed to return to the original place, he gradually closed his eyes, his breathing became longer, and he fell into a drowsy dream.
He fell asleep.
The light in the room was dim, and the psychology teacher turned sideways, pulled down a corner of his quilt, and stared at the face protruding from his arms. When falling asleep, the youth subconsciously assumes the curled up sleeping position of an infant, almost shrunk into a small ball.
This is typical of insecurity.
His light amber eyes were motionless, watching intently.
From the strands of hair to the exposed slender neck.
The psychology teacher watched quietly for a while, then sat up and opened the drawer of the bedside table. There was a drawer full of medicines, sleeping, soothing, anti-depressant... The medicine bottle was more than half empty, which was enough to see the extent of the mental disorder of the young man.
There is always warm water on the head of the bed, ready to take medicine. Looking at these medicines, the psychology teacher suddenly unscrewed one of the bottles, then stretched out his hand, and crushed them into powder one by one.
White powder stained his hands, and his expression was more indifferent than usual.
After a while, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, revealing a slightly sarcastic smile.
"Guard me?"
He tried to touch the young man, but could not succeed at all. An invisible barrier separated the two, and the system silently prevented them from taking that step.
He naturally wouldn't think it was the system's idea. The system hopes that these NPCs can keep people here forever.
The only explanation is that at the beginning of the game's creation, the young people were already restricted.
— except the man himself.
Even NPCs who have inherited his will will never come across his treasured treasures.
The psychology teacher's smile widened. His hands were covered with dry white powder, and with a wave, the powder fell to the ground. Along with this, there were some shiny things beside it that fell to the ground.
It was phosphor powder shaken off the wings.
"Why change him?—too useless."
He even loved this man when he was sick. When young people are sick, they can rely on him and trust him without hindrance. He is the only channeling agent, the spiritual pillar and good doctor of young people.
Except for him, the youth does not need these drugs at all.
The psychology teacher touches the lover's cheek.
"I told you so."
he said softly.
"If you were an iris, the world would be an iris—"
The wings behind him spread completely. Outside the pitch-black window, countless insect eggs are parasitizing into their hosts, unscrupulously eroding the flesh and blood of human beings. The world was full of quarrels, upstairs and downstairs, they opened their mouths, and let terrible emotions rule their hearts, leading them to do things that were previously unimaginable.
They shouted, shouted, committed suicide.
They burn with a burning hatred.
In such bustle, the young man who fell asleep quietly was the most normal one in the world. His side face was serene and peaceful, and he exhaled a long breath.
When the whole world is sick, no one will say that one person is sick.
The psychology teacher was humming, and he gradually leaned down, inserting his long mouthparts into the young man's lips.
His beautiful, beautiful little butterfly.
No need to worry about being sidelined because of your unique beauty—
One day, this place will be full of butterflies.
The author has something to say:
In fact, this should be regarded as the prequel of the copy of the big fluttering moth.
Dongdong has psychological barriers and has been hurt by others, so the big fluttering moth has stimulated the negative emotions in the whole world, causing everyone to have the same problem.
In the end, Dongdong realized that she had turned into a butterfly, broke her wings and ran away.
Then a new copy of Dongdong came...