paranoid personality disorder

Be with him for two or three years.

He can really tell you something from the bottom of his heart at any time, I need you, you really need your information.

It seems that if you leave him for a while, he can immediately show you his sudden death.

But he didn't say anything, he didn't say anything, I went to the door a little further away, and he greeted people with a smile and said goodbye, let's go.

When he came back, he smiled and said, "Welcome back."

But after a few days of seeing each other, you can feel that this person is wilting, like a small flower seedling that hasn't been watered for a long time.

After a long time, I feel a little cute, and I have developed some strange bad tastes, and I like to tease him.

But recently, he seems to have relapsed. I have been in contact with a person for a little longer due to work reasons. In a personable manner, even wearing a pair of sunglasses, he sat down with us in a leisurely manner.

The buddy who discussed things with me was a little strange, the seats around were almost empty, and a familiar idiot came over for no reason, who the hell didn't get caught.

Seeing Mo Qian smiling and reaching out to the buddy: "Hi, I'm He Ji's friend." He said and handed over a business card, "This is my company, and our company is also very interested in art."

He talks with people in a personable manner, and can pick up anything.

He almost pulled our company's customers directly to him.

When we separated, I didn't do any of my things, and they even exchanged cell phone numbers.

I really laughed out loud.

He drove over, I closed his car door, I was so angry that I had nothing to say.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me several times, trying to speak and then closing his mouth again. I reached out and touched my pocket, but didn't want to say a word.

When he entered the room, he was still carelessly sitting on the sofa watching TV. I packed up my computer and sat beside him.

He glanced at me, put his legs together, and put them directly on my thighs.

I pinched his calf and didn't speak.

He looked at me for a long time, then chuckled twice: "That man is very ordinary."

I glanced at him: "Why, do you want to change the rules of the game?"

This word was spoken after such a long time, and it was still a little strange.

He froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth were flattened, and after a while he turned it up again. He sat on me and rubbed his head on my shoulder: "What kind of rules are you going to change?"

I laughed: "Why don't I give you to him and let you have a good time with him?"

He froze on top of me.

I reached out and touched his back: "Who do you like to spend time with when you go out, okay?"

His stiff breathing was inaudible, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "No."

I touched the back of his neck: "No matter who I stay with for a long time in the future, you will go up to me? Do you want to follow me? Do you have to draw attention to you?"

He raised his head to look at me, shook his head blankly, and said in a low voice, "No."

Before I could speak, I saw him looking down at my hand, and said blankly: "But I can't control it, no matter what I can't control it." He looked up at me, panicked, " What should I do."

I touched his eyes and looked at him: "What to do, tell me."

But he lowered his head and began to untie my pants, and said almost unconsciously: "Then fuck me, please, please fuck me." He pulled my belt and said, "Or hit me, you hit me. I will remember it when I think about it in the future.”

I reached out to stop his hand, raised his chin to cover his lips, kissed for a while, and saw that the man seemed to have regained his senses, pursed his lips fiercely, and did not speak.

I lifted his hand that I was holding, picked out my ring finger, put it in my mouth, and bit it hard.

He didn't resist at all, just pursed his lips and looked at me.

I took out his hand, I bit a tooth mark on the ring finger, I licked it, and asked him: "How about this, is it enough?"

He grabbed his ring finger with one hand, gave me a sharp look, and then looked down at the tooth mark for a long time.

After a while, I heard a hoarse voice jokingly saying: "Is this a token of love? Can it be a ring?"

He blinked, lifted the finger that I had bitten out of the teeth mark on his lips and kissed it lightly.

We made love on the bed at night, messed around for a while, went to the bathroom to tidy each other up and got dressed, and when he came back, he was close to me, raised his hand and looked at it for a while, then stretched it out in front of me, and told me: "Disappeared."

I reached out and pulled the hand that was in front of him.

He struggled out, pulled it out and brought it closer to my mouth: "Bite one more."

fool.

I looked at his hands in front of my eyes.

One hand touched under the pillow for a while, and the other hand took his hand and kissed it on the lips.

Unexpectedly, he still insisted: "Bite one more, give me another one."

I took his finger, and put the ring that I just put in my palm directly into him, then threw it back into his hand, and glanced at him: "Here you are."

He stared at his own finger in a daze, and then clenched it tightly in the palm of the other hand.

After a long time, I heard his weak voice, whispering: "Thank you."

I was really surprised that he suddenly became so polite. I glanced at him and corrected him with a good temper: "What should I say?"

He gave a silly oh, then raised his hand and kissed the ring I put on.

Whisper into that ring, "I love you."

I saw his look a little funny, lay on the bed with my head up, sneered, and replied to him: "Thank you."

He was still staring at the ring, long, long after.

He lay on his back on the bed, raised his hand and looked at the ring, as if looking at something.

After a while, I was about to get up and turn off the light when I saw him holding the hand with the ring on his chest.

The sound was low, like falling asleep.

He said: "When I was in college, a senior was discussing Nietzsche with others."

I remember him saying a word.

How to say.

let me see.

"When you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss looks back at you."

He turned around and hugged me: "It is your existence that has turned my abyss into a paradise."

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