paranoid personality disorder

I expressed my admiration for him and then turned him down.

I asked him, "Do you want to go to the movies with me, or go home and jerk off?"

He seemed to really think about it for two seconds, and then he seemed to give the answer very heroically: "Watch a movie."

By the time I watched a movie with him, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. He grabbed my hand in the crowd, and quickly separated when we went out.

Walking on the street, he snorted twice: "What a bad movie, I have a headache watching it." Then he said, "Let's go to the supermarket to buy some food, there is nothing in the refrigerator."

I went to the supermarket with him to buy some vegetables, and he asked me what to eat, and I said whatever, follow your preferences.

He picked and picked a lot, and the two of us went home with a bag in our hands.

It was six o'clock when we entered.

He went to the room to change into some more comfortable clothes for himself, then squatted on the ground looking through the shopping bags he brought back, and asked me, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

I rolled up my sleeves, looked at him and smiled slightly: "It's enough for you to cook for yourself at night."

He still looked up at me, and asked me in a daze after hearing the words: "What about you?"

I smiled at him: "Strange, what are the rules of the game, have you forgotten?"

He opened his mouth and lowered his head to pick out the things he bought. After a while, he raised his face and looked at me with a smile: "Oh, yes."

He stood up and wiped himself with his hands: "What time is it, is it night?"

I hummed, then went into the room and took out my own bag, stuffed a few changes of clothes into it, and walked out.

He stood there and looked at me, then at my bag.

He smiled and said: "Okay, you go to Ah Shen, let's go~"

I responded very calmly, then opened the door and walked out without the slightest hesitation.

I went to the hotel and opened a room, put my things in it, took a shower and came out, thinking about using this time to finish the work owed to the BOSS.

Rubbing her hair, she looked for her mobile phone, took it out of her trouser pocket, and found that it was turned off.

Holding this black thing and looking at it for a while, it doesn't make sense, I got it out with enough electricity.

After it was turned on normally, I couldn't help laughing when I saw a few missed calls from Dr. Lin.

That idiot actually turned off my phone.

I called the phone, it rang for a while, and then it was connected, the voice was a little hoarse, he coughed lightly, and then said, "Where have you been recently?"

I said: "Oh, I went back to my hometown and I have something to do."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I was wrong."

I replied: "I know."

There seemed to be a wry smile on the other side: "Has he lived in your house for more than half a month?"

I said, "Yes, Dr. Lin, should we reevaluate Mo Qian's condition now?"

He seemed to smile bitterly again, and said to me: "Ah, the boat capsized in the gutter." Then he continued, "But he really behaved too much like a normal person, and he lived like that forever If so, no one will be able to detect the anomaly."

I said, "I'll meet you then."

His voice seemed a little low, but he still maintained his demeanor and said, "Yes, when?"

I thought for a while and replied, "I'm waiting too."

I was so busy in the hotel that I turned off the lights and went to bed at eleven o'clock.

It was already past nine o'clock when I opened my eyes the next day, and the quality of my sleep has been really good recently.

Flicking the phone to look, I found a text message from Mo Qian.

At six o'clock in the morning, he sent me a message saying: It's morning.

I couldn't help laughing and the drowsiness was gone.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he walked out slowly. After renewing the room, he ate breakfast outside.

It was ten o'clock when I got home.

When I opened the door, I saw this man sitting on the sofa watching TV. It seemed that I heard the sound of the doorman. As soon as I came in, I saw him staring at me.

I closed the door, walked over to him and sat down, his feet circled my waist directly.

He smiled and asked me, "Is Ah Shen cute?"

I looked at him noncommittally.

He continued to smile and said: "Isn't it very touching when he was on the bed, moaning whimperingly, biting his lips to try to hold back the moaning, but as long as he moves violently, his voice will still come out involuntarily. Do it quickly When I climax, the bite on the bottom is so tight, every bite, it's almost like being eaten by someone."

I sneered, reached out and touched his face, looked at his face very seriously, and then told him: "Yes, very cute." I repeated with emphasis, "I've never seen anyone cuter than him. "

He wrapped his feet around me and sat behind me. He was invisibly stunned for half a second, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter. He also wrapped his hands around my shoulders and said with a smile: "I'm also on the bed. It's cute, try it."

Ah.

I don't try.

He touched his head, then left his legs and arms, got up and walked towards the refrigerator while asking, "What are you having for lunch today? You didn't finish all the dishes yesterday, did you?"

Hearing this person laughing behind me, he said, "I had a very sumptuous meal last night, there is almost nothing left."

I opened the refrigerator and saw that there was not even a green onion missing in the things we bought, pulled out a few vegetables, and closed the refrigerator: "Really, I enjoyed eating, and then I went to the supermarket to buy vegetables again? "

He sat on the sofa with his hands on the back of the sofa and smiled: "Yes, I knew you were coming at noon, so I went shopping again."

I soaked the vegetables in water for a while, wiped my hands and turned to smile at him: "Yes, very touched."

At noon, I made three side dishes and served two bowls of white rice in front of him.

He crossed his legs and laughed and exclaimed: "Wow, this is the first time I have eaten your cooking."

I handed him the chopsticks and glanced at him: "Isn't it my boyfriend? I cook when I'm someone else's boyfriend."

He paused for a moment, then put his chopsticks on the table with a smile on his face, and didn't respond to what I said.

In the afternoon I asked him if he wanted to go out.

He shook his head and said no, and he kept rubbing against me, one of them flirting all over my body.

I pressed his restless hand and said in a low voice, "Relax."

He withdrew his hands and leaned on the armrest of the sofa, looked at me for a long time, and then said: "If you don't have sex during the day, can you masturbate?"

I said that I am pure-hearted and ascetic during the day, and you can do whatever you like.

He laughed a few times before he finished speaking, and then I saw this man tear off his home pants, and after pulling off his underwear, he touched his things with his hands.

He gasped twice, staring at me almost unblinkingly.

The movements of his hands quickened, his eyes scanned my face, and then looked down at me. After clicking twice, I heard him grunt, and then something splashed on me.

I looked at the white splatter on my clothes, and felt a little stuffy all over.

No face at all, this man.

Then I saw this person crawling over with his lower body naked, sticking out his tongue and licking off my clothes, looking up as if observing my expression.

After a while, he frowned and looked at me: "Aren't you going to lift?"

Laughed at me angrily, pulled him away by the back collar of his clothes, and watched him leaning on the sofa with his legs open and looking at me.

I took off my clothes and threw them on him and said, "Clean the fuck up."

He hugged the clothes around him for a while, even wiped directly underneath himself, then dropped my clothes, and the thing was fucking half up again.

I stopped breathing.

Fuck that idiot.

He reached out and touched his half-upright thing, as if thinking about it, then raised up a finger and slid behind him in front of my face, stuffing it into the hole under him.

He himself hissed twice, his eyes still on me.

I was silent for a while, then got up from the sofa, went straight into the room, and closed the door loudly.

This fool.

I'm going to fuck him one day.

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Let's summarize the problem~

Regarding the relationship between Lao He and Mo Qian, you can read the 199th, 226th, and 256th floors of Yijiang in the building. Her analysis is basically consistent with mine (I love you!

As for what Mo Qian thinks... you can refer to November243's reply on the 7rd floor, and the song "girlcrush" ww recommended by smiounky on the 363rd floor, and the anonymous baby's post on the 369th floor about filling holes...

Fill and fill! !After writing this, fill it in, change your mind and start a new life, trust me!I love you!

Ahhh, I love every little angel who replied to me. This article is so pleasantly written that ww has never been stuck. It must be because you are so cute, especially when you name flowers and sip honey, Keke, without you, press three times a day Meal reminders and fancy reminders, there is no me who can't finish writing in one breath...

hug each other~

(Questions and answers turned into concluding remarks, drink, I don’t know why... Ps. If the above baby’s replies still can’t answer your questions, then I will try my best to answer in the text ww If I can’t answer... all It's Mo Qian's fault, don't hit me, chirp