paranoid personality disorder

I don't know if it was the last time I really tossed people hard, Mo Qian has been very sluggish for the past few days, listless, and dare not move around while sleeping.

I feel a little funny seeing him like this.

I was sitting in the living room watching TV one night after he hadn't dared to tease me at all for a week.

Singing variety shows are okay to watch.

He came out of the shower, walked to me and sat down, with a faint fragrance on his body.

After a while, people started to stir up, and reached out and touched my lower body.

I stretched out my hand to pull him away, and squinted at him: "Why, the scar is healed and you forget the pain?"

I don't know if it's because I said something that made people more excited. They all lingered and finally sat on my lap, lowered their heads and kissed my eyelids, and said with a smile: "Come."

I stretched out my hand and pulled off the nightgown on his body. I felt the naked inside for a while, and I felt that this man had already expanded.

The fingernails were placed shallowly on the periphery, and he lowered his head to look at the place where he was still lying quietly, and couldn't help sighing: "Go to the hospital to have a look."

He chuckled, put my things under his entrance, swallowed them slowly, and curled up his toes: "You don't need it here anyway, right?"

After speaking, he tilted his head and looked at me.

I lowered my head and tentatively touched something soft under his body, only to hear the man hiss and say in a trembling voice, "Don't touch it."

I looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"

He blinked, seemed a little dazed, and nodded slightly.

I tore him off, pressed him on the sofa, moved a few times, and asked him in a rough voice: "What about here, does it hurt?"

He squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, like a cat, he snorted twice and said, "It's very cool."

After I fucked and ejaculated a few times, I took the man to wash for a while, and then came back to the sofa to continue watching the variety show. The man fell on top of me as if he had no bones.

I pushed it a few times without pushing it away, and glanced at him: "Go to the hospital on weekends."

He groaned, tilted his head on my shoulder, blinked his eyes and watched TV with relish.

On weekends, I followed him to the hospital for an outpatient clinic. The doctor showed him for a while, and then gave him a business card: "It should be because of psychological reasons. I recommend you a psychiatrist."

When he was brought out, he was holding the business card in his hand, he looked at it for a while, laughed, and found a trash can and threw it in.

I said: "What?"

"It's useless," he said.

I didn't speak.

When he stretched out his hand to touch it again at night, I waved it away directly, and he continued to reach out with some reluctance.

I reached out and grabbed it, and said in a cold voice, "Why don't I fuck you if you can't get an erection in front of you, why don't I fuck a woman."

He hesitated for a while, then lowered his head to look under himself, and stretched out his hand to touch it. I saw that his face was pale, and he was biting his lip, which seemed to be in unbearable pain.

After a while, he raised his head and smiled at me with a pale face: "Otherwise, why don't you use that to insert it again?"

I ignored him and turned over to go to sleep, but I heard a rustling sound next to me.

After holding back for a while, I still couldn't help looking back, and saw that he was trembling with the urethral tube and was about to stuff it into himself.

I was so angry that I felt a puff of air rushing up from the soles of my feet, I sat up and reached out to knock the thing away, panting angrily, "Are you fucking sick?"

He bowed his head and smiled: "Maybe." Then he said, "I think I'm quite useful in the future."

I was so angry that I couldn't say anything, I rolled up from the bed and wanted to sleep on the sofa.

Stupid, out of sight, out of mind.

After walking a few steps quickly, and looking back, the man lowered his head and seemed to be still thinking about how to play with his baby.

After standing on the wall in front of the door for a long time, he walked back with heavy steps and lay down on the bed. He looked at me with his eyes lowered and his head tilted slightly.

I lay down for a long time, calmed my breathing for a while, and glanced at him: "Do you want to sleep?"

He didn't speak.

I put a hand aside and glanced at him: "Would you like to hug and sleep?"

He tilted his mouth and leaned down on one of my arms. I reached out to hug him and hugged him into my arms.

He stretched out his arms to hug me, and even the sound of breathing in my ears became very weak.

【Personality disorder】