paranoid personality disorder

When I got home in the afternoon, I went into my room to go to sleep, he followed me with a shuffling pace, I turned over and looked at him: "Shall we sleep together?"

He climbed onto the bed and lay down next to me, with his head close, the sound of his breathing close at hand.

After a while, I heard him laughing in a calm voice: "You've been a little strange recently."

I glanced at him, he was lying on his side looking at me, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, I closed my eyes and said softly, "If you don't like it, you can get out."

No echo was heard from him.

When I woke up after a full sleep, it was almost the whole afternoon.

When I opened the door of the room, I saw him cooking in the kitchen. I sat on the sofa and remained silent for a while, then stood up and stood at the door of the kitchen and called him.

He looked back at me: "Oh, we can eat soon."

I walked back to the sofa: "Come here."

He said, "Wait a minute."

After a while, after putting the dishes on the plate, he came over wiping his hands, sat beside me, and looked at me.

I turned my head and looked into his eyes, You felt that it was not enough and reached out to pinch his chin, he raised his head slightly and looked at me, I retracted my hand and looked at him and smiled: "Okay, now tell me everything I should know but you don't want to tell Tell me everything about me."

Hearing this, he laughed a few times, and buried himself in the back of the sofa, laughing a little uncontrollably: "You are so unreasonable, why am I telling you now what I didn't want to tell you. "

I clapped my hands: "Okay, I always have a way to know what I should know." Standing up, I glanced at him, "Since you don't want to tell me, I'll find someone else to tell me."

He took a step to go, but he stretched out his hand to hold her.

I stopped in my tracks and glanced at him, only to see that he withdrew his hand, looked down at his hand for a while with a dazed heart, smiled and opened it in front of me: "Okay, you want to know What, I'll tell you everything." After a while, he continued, "I know everything, and I can say everything."

I sneered: "It's late, I don't want to ask you now."

He stood up, stretched his waist, walked towards the dining room, and said to me: "Okay, come and ask me when you want to ask, I'm waiting anytime."

I rejected him when I touched him with one hand in bed at night. He extended it many times, and I sat up straight away and turned on the light.

His eyes were blinded by the light, and he sat up from the quilt.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly lifted the quilt and pointed to his lower body: "Look, it's very energetic today."

I glanced over, and his thing was really fucking up.

Psychiatrists are not for nothing.

Gee.

He posted it, his voice sticky: "Do you want to try it?"

As I said that, I took my hand and sent it to my half-cocked thing, I pulled my hand and didn't take it away.

After hesitating for a while, he simply gave him a hand with half push and half push.

I shot all over my hands.

He raised my hand, stuck out his tongue and licked my hand full of his offspring.

When he finally let go of my hand, I took out two pieces of paper, wiped my hands, and said nothing.

He reached out and started touching my bottom, smiling and saying, "I can get an erection now."

I pulled his hand away and opened my mouth to curse, but after thinking about it, I swallowed it harshly, and said with a straight face, "I don't want to do it today."

He withdrew his hands, looked at me sideways, and asked, "Then when do you want to do it?"

I ignored him, and saw that he was about to open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the violent slamming of the door.

I wrapped up a pajamas and went outside to open the door. After opening a slit, I saw a person I hadn't seen for a long, long time.

People have lost a lot of weight, and they start to tremble when they see me.

After a while, he looked at me from the crack of the door with red eyes: "Old He, I have been looking for you for a long time."

I didn't speak, but when I saw this red-eyed man, I felt uncomfortable all over again, and my stomach, which had been nourished for a long time, began to convulse again.

The man outside the door lowered his eyes and smiled wryly: "Let me in, Lao He."

I was silent for a while, let go, he came in, bowed his head and took off his shoes at the entrance.

A voice came from behind: "Who is it?"

I saw the hand of the man who lowered his head to change his shoes when he took off his shoes. He raised his head and looked behind me. His expression froze and then he suddenly took on a cracked-eyes expression, with a deep hatred. meaning.

The shoes were only half taken off, and they rushed inside: "I hate your mother, Mo Qian!!"

A fist hit it.

Mo Qian staggered from the beating, and after taking a look at me, he hugged Xu Nuo who was about to rush forward to hit him, and said softly, "A Nuo, don't be so ugly, what do you look like?"

I felt that I was quite excited and turned around and closed the door. The old god was watching the two of them.

It seems that it has been like this since the beginning, these two people can always sing along together, no matter what, there must be an audience watching.

I didn't speak, looked at Mo Qian lowered his head as if coaxing Xu Zhao who had collapsed for a while.

Xu Nuo pushed him and looked at me with tears in his eyes: "Old He, he..."

Probably looking at my expressionless face, he turned around and beat Mo Qian violently a few times, then roared: "Didn't you fucking promise to help me find He Ji, why are you at his house? !"

He yelled: "Why the hell are you at his house like this?!"

Mo Qian tried to appease him, but seemed unsuccessful, and said with a downcast face, "What do you look like, it's so ugly."

Xu Zhao looked at me, his voice trembled, he shook his head and said, "No, no..."

I didn't say anything, and saw him squatting down on the ground, stretching out his hand to brush his face, and cursed and cried: "How the hell can you be with him."

I still didn't speak, and I heard Xu Zhao's hoarse voice: "Do you know what he did, how can you be with him."

"How could we have been apart for so long without him," he said.

He looked up at me: "Old He, let's start over, shall we?"

I still didn't speak, and felt Mo Qian's gaze also looked over.

It's really funny: "Hey, you two are so good at things, why don't you digest them internally, why come out and harm others? You two will surely grow old together."

"Really, I bless you."