The strongest way to be narcissistic

Song Ange didn't sleep well that night.

Even if the air conditioner is turned on in the bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony bring in a breeze.

He was still stuffy and hot in his sleep.

What's in the dream?

Song Ange walked alone in an empty space with no end in sight.

As he walked, a door appeared in his vision, and he pushed it open in doubt.

It is a bedroom, which belongs to women's bedroom.

There was someone on the bed, and his sister Tong was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

The window of the bedroom was closed, and there was an iron basin next to the bed, which contained burnt coal ash, and sporadic fires could be seen faintly.

Why did sister Tong use this method to keep warm?

And... isn't it summer?

In the dream, Song Ange didn't think about why she appeared in Jiang Tong's place out of thin air.

He just wanted to touch his sister Tong, to make her wake up and not sleep, it would be boring.

He is obviously a person close at hand, but no matter how he stretches out his hand, it seems that he is far away, and he can't touch the other person no matter what.

why?

When Song Ange was puzzled, he was attracted by something out of the corner of his eye.

"Go to hell! This fucking world!"

The scarlet words on the wall were dazzling, as if someone had written them in blood full of hatred.

For some reason, Song Ange's back suddenly felt cold.

He couldn't touch Jiang Tong herself, but somehow felt that she was dead.

His pupil sister committed suicide by burning charcoal.

what happened?

Before I had time to think about it, the scene changed rapidly again.He saw himself?

A Song Ange, whose eyes were wide open in front of Jiang Tong's grave, his gaze was dull, as if his entire soul had been pulled out of his body, and his body was crumbling.

How can I see myself from a third-party perspective?

It turned out to be a dream.

Song Ange knew that this was just a false dream, and wanted to tell his consciousness to wake up quickly.

It didn't work out as expected, as the scenes continued to change, he saw some things that were impossible to happen intermittently.

He saw Song Ange who avenged Jiang Tong but drew crazy revenge, Song Cheng who missed and attempted to kill him for him, Song Ange who was shocked after learning of Song Cheng's death, Song Ange who smoked and drank all day long and didn't do business, his mentality and appearance were all different. Song Ange's actual age looks much older.

At noon, the sun was just right, and through the glass of the hospital, the shadows of trees dancing outside the window could be seen.

This is a lazy and leisurely time.

And the elder Song Ange died at this moment.

Song Ange, who knew it was a dream, was still not immune to this influence.

He was sad, regretful, and desperate.

In a trance.

He seemed to see that his dead self had turned into a dying baby who was being tested by various medical instruments.

The little baby seemed to be aware of it, shook his head a few times, shook his fine eyelashes, and slowly opened his eyelids.

Four eyes facing each other.

The gray-blue eyes, and the emotions revealed in the depths of the eyes...

Qiao Peisheng!

Song Ange woke up, waking up with a fright after thinking carefully.

He stared at the ceiling above, gasping for breath.

The heart beat faster in the chest cavity, and there was a lot of cold sweat on the neck and other places.

This kind of mess is really just a dream.

It's all because of the annoying ghost who made him emotionally fluctuate too much before, and said some inexplicable words, which made him think of some impossible things in his sleep.

That last scene...

Are Song Ange and Qiao Peisheng the same person?

Oh, what about nonsense?

Lifting off the thin quilt covering his stomach, Song Ange propped himself up and sat cross-legged, covering his face with his hands, covering his dejected face that no one could see in the dark. He was recalling what happened before.

——"If you want, I will help you."

——"Song Ange, do you want it?"

At that moment, he viciously bit the annoying person's shoulder, biting it as if venting, and then he became more and more wronged, his emotions completely collapsed, and he said in a hoarse and ugly voice: "I want to."

He put his arms around the bastard's back and cried like an idiot, repeating that he wanted to, he wanted to change.

Don't abandon him, don't leave him, he wants to be loved, he wants to change well, he wants to live well.

Facing him like this, the annoying ghost kept gently comforting him, patted his back, lowered his head and touched his forehead, cheeks, and the tip of his nose with his lips.

Not contaminated with any desire~Nian's kisses are all lightly.

It's like an adult comforting a crying baby who has fallen to the ground.

It seems to say that kissing will stop hurting, and kissing will stop crying.

This kind of appeasement was damn effective, his emotions were effectively relieved, and he gradually turned to sobbing softly while curling up in the annoying ghost's arms, and then obediently accepted the annoying ghost giving him a bath.

Because of the excessive emotional ups and downs, he was extremely exhausted physically and mentally at that time, and he didn't think about whether such an interaction would be too weird and intimate. He only knew to lie on the shoulder of the annoying ghost without saying a word, and accept the intimate service of the annoying ghost.

From head to body, all the way down, even the crevices of the fingers were washed clean by the callused hands with a lot of bubbles.

The boy's face under his hands began to heat up.

Everything was washed over and over again!

My day! ! ! !

How could the bastard do such a shameful thing!As a man, wouldn't it be hard to touch someone else's same stuff? ! !

And does he look like the kind of kid who is only five or six years old and needs to be cleaned up by adults from the inside out? !

but--

He actually has a little bit.

Just a little bit of wanting to continue trying this skin-to-skin feeling.

Because of this unimpeded contact, he felt an inexplicable sense of security.

It was Song Ange's first time to experience such an intimate contact with a person.

Hugs feel warm, and he loves the hugs of a nasty ghost.

Song Ange moved her body and sat next to the annoying ghost who was still asleep.

With the help of the dim lamp on the bedside table, he stared at the face of the annoying ghost, and kept thinking about the scenes in the bathroom.

Were those words pure talk, or did he really want to do it?Does he think that he is the savior who wants to save all sentient beings when he sees everyone?

It was the first time Song Ange saw such a nosy person.

When he was in a daze, he moved his fingers involuntarily to this handsome face that was still asleep, and pressed the pad of his index finger against the forehead of the other party.

Kiss, this was the first word that came to his mind.

This is where the bastards kiss him the most.

He thought, lowering his head gradually.

He just wanted to try what it felt like to kiss a man on the initiative.

Will there also be a sense of security?

The feeling between kissing and being kissed should be similar, right?

no feelings.

He couldn't help but kissed his eyelids again, this is the second most annoying place to kiss, to kiss away his tears, his unwillingness, and his grievances.

But still not right.

Then the tip of the nose.

Not right either.

There is another place that no one has touched.

As the noses of the two intertwined, Song Ange became inexplicably nervous, and he licked his somewhat dry lips uneasily.

He just wanted to try, nothing else.

A kiss represents many meanings. It may be in the fields of family affection, friendship, appeasement, gratitude, and etiquette. It may not necessarily be linked to lust. His purpose is very simple, and he only wants a simple and short-term touch.

Ji'er has been touched by others, try to kiss it to see what it feels like, it's definitely nothing.

Song Ange kept convincing himself that the distance between the lips of the two people was not even a finger's width away, and they only needed a slight movement of either party to have an intimate meeting immediately.

Plop plop.

Song Ange breathed out, stepped forward to peck quickly, and immediately lay back and covered herself with the quilt.

The movements were not light, and he was afraid that the people behind him had already woken up and their brains were buzzing.

A few seconds later, he felt that the person behind him turned over and kicked his ass.

This is awake?

Are you going to ask the teacher for a crime?

I don't even recognize it!

However, after a few minutes, the other side did not make any further moves.

Song Ange turned around tentatively, the distance between him and him shortened, and as soon as he turned around, he met the handsome sleeping face of the annoying ghost.

It turned out that I didn't wake up.

Secretly relieved, Song Ange pinched his thigh under the quilt.

idiot!Was he crazy just now? What the hell was he doing?To steal a kiss from a man with a guilty conscience is definitely a brain strike!

During Song Ange's self-examination, a hand was raised abruptly and waved towards his chest.

Song Ange's sleeping posture is not good, and Qiao Peicheng should not laugh at fifty steps.

Because Song Ange was being pressed down by him at the moment, and he still rubbed her face a few times without knowing it.Song Ange was so overwhelmed that she instinctively wanted to push him away.

"sorry."

In the dark, no matter how subtle the sound is, it can clearly fall into Song Ange's ears in a relatively quiet environment.

He thought that Qiao Peicheng woke up and was apologizing for not sleeping well and suddenly pressed something on him, and then the other party's words in the next second made Song Ange's face stiff, and the hand that was about to push away the annoying ghost stopped in the air.

Qiao Peisheng said, "Sister Tong."

Together they are——sorry, sister Tong.

Sister Tong = Jiang Tong.

This was the connection Song Ange could think of immediately.

The absurd dream before waking up emerged clearly again.

What a coincidence.

Many things seem too coincidental.

Nothing was right at all, since Qiao Peisheng appeared in his life circle seemingly by coincidence, everything seemed strange.

To be precise, it was Qiao Peisheng who was weird.

The words she said to him in the bathroom and the way she looked at him seemed to indicate one thing——

Qiao Peisheng knew Song Ange well, knew everything about him.

Song Ange didn't really believe in that absurd dream. After all, dreams are dreams after all, and dreams and reality are always opposite, but he can't ignore one thing.

That is, Qiao Peisheng may have known him a long time ago.It is even possible to observe everything about him secretly, and then take the opportunity to interact with him.

Purpose?What is the purpose?

Why did he do this?Does he have what he wants?Otherwise, how could a person want to interfere in other people's lives for no reason?

Also, how could anyone be so stupid as to try to save someone they had just met?

The restless heart gradually calmed down, Song Ange lowered his eyes, and withdrew his hand.

Tonight, Song Ange was not the only one who fell into a nightmare, and Qiao Peisheng was no exception.

Because of Song Ange's venting accusation, he inevitably recalled everything about him as Song Ange again.

Those things were the pain he experienced personally, far more painful than what Song Ange experienced now.

Sister Tong appeared in his dream in various ways of death.

In the dream, he desperately wanted to run over, shout, and save her.

But no matter what he did, the person in the dream didn't look at him at all.

With the dazzling red, the beautiful woman fell into a pool of blood, and he could only witness this scene happening continuously.

It's his fault.

He said he would protect her, he said that Song Ange would protect Jiang Tong.

But in the end he couldn't protect anyone, including himself.

Song Ange in his childhood, Song Ange in his youth, and Song Ange in his middle age all appeared in his field of vision at the same time.

They were all alone, shivering in a corner, weeping softly.

As a spectator, the tip of Qiao Peicheng's nose was sour, and there was a small rolling sound in his throat.

Just as he was about to let out his first sob, the next second his body suddenly fell, as if he had been kicked.

Why is he sleeping on the floor again?

Qiao Peicheng felt sleepy, wrapped in a quilt in a daze, propped himself up from the floor and stood up.

Seeing this, Song Ange on the bed immediately closed his eyes nervously, and lay back on his back, pretending to have kicked Qiao Peicheng in his sleep.

He was suddenly out of breath, and the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. After pushing the annoying ghost away from him, he simply kicked him out of bed, without any time to think about the reasons and consequences of what he did.

Qiao Peisheng was so sleepy that he caught a glimpse of Song Ange on the bed, and thought it was because of his sleeping appearance that he kicked him out of bed again like before.

"I slept so ugly, I really can't do without a hug."

Holding the quilt in his arms, Qiao Peicheng climbed onto the bed, hooked his hands into his arms, pressed his legs on top of his legs to ensure that he would not move around, and found a comfortable angle to continue sleeping.

Why can it be done so naturally!

Song Ange, who was awake, buried his face in Qiao Peicheng's collarbone.

The nightgown that Qiao Peicheng was wearing was completely loose after several twists and turns, and Song Ange once again had an unimpeded skin-to-skin kiss with him.

The boy raised his hand tentatively, showing hesitation, and hugged the other person's waist carefully after a few seconds.

He added more strength to make the two of them stick closer together.

grass!Damn security.