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Chapter 116 Dating (6)
The riverside at night may be a good place to fall in love, especially on special days like White Day.
The greening of the riverside is well done, and a lot of landscape trees have been planted. The figures in the grove are paired in pairs, and occasionally through the moonlight, you can clearly see a small section of clothes that is exposed inside.
A young couple hugged and whispered in the woods, breathing intertwined.
Just as she was muttering, the girl suddenly felt that her scalp became cold, as if something had fallen from above, and it must have landed on the small section of her scalp exposed by her bangs.
It was cold, and the touch rushed down from the top of her head like an electric current.
She was numb all over, and immediately reached out to touch, frowning: "What..."
The boy also touched her soft black hair, and it was a little strange, "What's wrong?"
"Something fell," the girl complained angrily, "could it be bird shit?—I went out to see your hair that I washed just before!"
On Valentine's Day, the sweet smell of washing came out on a date. If it was attacked by bird feces, what would it be called?
If you say it, you may be laughed at for half a year.
"Look for it," she grabbed the boy's hand, "Quick"
These little thoughts are undoubtedly cute in the eyes of those who are in love, and her boyfriend smiled and lowered his head, looking at it with the flashlight of his mobile phone. The soft and smooth black hair was reflected under the white light, and there were no traces on the top of the head.
"You're thinking too much," he said, scratching inside. "Nothing."
Girls don't believe it.
"Yes!" she said firmly, "There must be!"
The feeling was so clear that something was sticking to her flesh - she couldn't possibly feel wrong.
The two searched hard, but still found nothing. The boy picked one of her bangs to the other side, and out of the corner of his eye suddenly stared at a very small, gray-white thing, quietly nestled in his hair.
what is that?
He paused, and subconsciously reached out to touch it. But when it touched the moment, it was like a drop of water, it melted quickly, soaked into the hair in a blink of an eye, and disappeared completely.
"..."
Is it water?
He was a little stunned for some reason, and only recovered when the girl raised her head in anger.
"It's okay," the boy laughed, "just water."
Just water dripping from leaves.
There was a soft clatter, like an insect flapping its wings and flying out of the woods.
It vibrated rapidly at a high frequency, and then pierced its mouthparts into what?
A flower heart?
The shadows of the leaves swayed gently on the ground, and it was pitch black. Only by carefully and meticulously distinguishing it with the naked eye can we see that there are small, particle-like things hidden in it. They are densely spread on each leaf, showing a strange gray-white, translucent shape, as if slowly wriggling under the action of the wind, trying to burrow out of the translucent membrane that surrounds them.
- It will become a butterfly one day.
The night wind seems to be cooler. It came over after another, almost knocking Kou Dong to the ground. The overcoat spread out by the psychological teacher somewhat blocked the chill for him. He had to lean over his entire body in order to draw enough warmth from this body.
Both of his hands were somehow inserted into the man's pockets, his head resting on the man's chin in a fully fitted hug.
"..."
This hug made Kou Dong feel even more strange.
It is not that he likes to be close to others, and he recognizes life, so it is difficult to make these too close actions. But now in the arms of the NPC, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort, as if he had returned to his mother's amniotic fluid. The fierce beast in his heart was also quiet at this moment, as if it was tightly bridle, and he didn't say a word.
The psychological teacher's hand gently rubbed his back, soothing his emotions. Kou Dong leaned weakly in his arms, and for a moment felt like a pitiful little white flower, who was being touched by the calyx.
He felt a little soft all over.
Kou Dong suspected that the psychiatrist had hypnotized his body.
He also pays more attention to what the psychologist says.
sick?
What kind of disease? ? ?
He froze in his heart, thinking of abnormal negative emotions, and couldn't help covering his mouth: "..."
Could it be that the cocoon was planted again?
Damn it, damn it, isn't he going to spit moths later? ? ?
Kou Dong couldn't help recalling the scene when Teacher Mo vomited fresh moths. His face couldn't help turning blue for a while. He covered his mouth even tighter with his hands, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva to detect if there was any strange feeling in his throat. .
Fortunately, no.
The moth didn't spit, but another kind of tactile sensation covered his tightly covered hand, slightly moist and detachable at the touch.
The young man lowered his head slightly and touched the back of his smooth hand with his lips.
"What are you doing," he said with a smile, "want me to kiss you?"
"..."
Kou Dong put his hands down, and thought blankly, are the brain circuits of NPCs so strange now?
Dear ghost, am I afraid that I will be disgusted to death!
As soon as he put his hand down, the NPC frowned and kissed him again. This time, there was no hand to block, and the bite was firmly on Kou Dong's mouth.
It seemed like an intimate battle, no blood or sweat, a soft one. Kou Dong's forces were retreating steadily, but the opponent was almost driving straight ahead, and he had to show a gesture of surrender from his lips. The man's breathing was completely different from his suave appearance. It was pure and inhumane, similar to the snow on the mountains. He used this snow to gently attack Kou Dong.
Kou Dong was completely shocked by his shamelessness. He dated quite a few NPCs, and strictly speaking, he was well-informed. But it's the first time that a psychiatrist kisses me like a psychiatrist.
"What are you doing?"
The psychology teacher raised his eyebrows, looking more surprised than him.
"Kiss my own boyfriend," he said casually, "is there something wrong?"
……Depend on!
Kou Dong really couldn't say what was wrong. He wanted to refute, but he was afraid that the NPC's mood would be affected, so he came here for nothing.
Before he came in, Ye Yanzhi told him that the mood value could not only be positive, but also negative.
What if he refuted it in public, the NPC's mood fell to the bottom, and in turn, he had to deduct his achievement points?
That's what he worked so hard to save!
I originally planned to buy a small skirt for his cub! !
Yes, Kou Dong still hasn't given up on this idea. After all, it was only those three pieces that were unbundled. As long as he was fast enough to place an order and put it on for Ye Yanzhi where Ye Yanzhi couldn't see it, he should still be able to fulfill his cub's desire for women's clothing.
Forced by this kind of thinking, Kou Dong couldn't say anything openly and honestly, so he could only scold the NPC in his heart for being shameless.
As soon as it came up, it was set to be a boyfriend.
This man's face is so thick.
The psychology teacher observed his expression and suddenly smiled again.
"Why," the man whispered, "don't want to?"
Only then did Kou Dong remember that this person was still a psychology expert, good at reading all kinds of facial micro-expressions. He hurriedly controlled his facial muscles and put his mind away, "How come?"
The man is thoughtful.
"But your expression just now seemed to be scolding me in your heart."
Kou Dong was even more embarrassed by his words.
"Hahaha," he laughed deeper, "how could it be! How could I possibly scold you in my heart?"
In fact, he uttered a foul language in his heart very loudly.
sister's.
Sister's sister's sister's! !
The psychic teacher's amber eyes stared at him quietly, and suddenly turned again.
"Is that comfortable?"
Kou Dong: "...what?"
"The kiss just now." The psychologist's thumb rubbed his kissed red lips, as if conducting a serious scientific research, "Is it comfortable?"
"..."
"Don't lie," the man said softly, "I can see it."
Kou Dong: "..."
Kou Dong: "Please ask, which answer would you be happier with?"
Would you mind showing him the way to the right answer?
The man laughed out loud, and after laughing, he really gave him a choice.
"You can kiss me again with sincerity, and I will be very happy."
...then I'd better give up the achievement points.
It's okay to let him pretend to be a boyfriend, but he has to pretend to be sincere and not reveal the slightest flaw - this is indeed a bit difficult for Kou Dong.
It's true that he's a showman, but the person in front of him is a pervert.
What kind of drama is capable of perverting?
Kou Dong wiped his face, and suddenly felt that this date would be very difficult, and even had some regrets—a psychology teacher was much harder to fool than other NPCs.
Shouldn't he be planted in this pit?
After a walk by the river, the psychologist drove Kou Dong home in a graceful manner.
The car is a good car, but unfortunately the man is not a good man. After sending him downstairs, he did not leave, and even sent him upstairs; it should be almost the same when it was sent to the door, but the man said that he was a little thirsty and wanted to go in for a drink. coffee.
Kou Dong couldn't bear it any longer, and the veins on his forehead kept throbbing. If it wasn't an appointment with a psychiatrist, but in the copy, he might have done it right now.
He leaned against the door, "What kind of coffee do you drink at night? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep?"
The psychiatrist raised the corner of his mouth and said that it's okay if he can't sleep, both of them can't sleep, so they can be friends together.
The word "partnership" basically revealed his wolfish ambitions.
What kind of company can two adults be together—not the kind of girl who went to the toilet hand in hand in elementary school.
Kou Dong refused him without even thinking about it.
But the psychology teacher was still standing in front of his house, not moving his footsteps, frowning and showing a sad expression.
"If I refuse," he whispered, "I'll be in a very bad mood."
Kou Dong: "..."
He was really bothered by this kind of playfulness. He seemed to see through him all at once. He even knew that he was afraid that a man's mood would drop. Holding it in his hand was like holding an important handle.
It's dying.
Kou Dong was afraid that the points earned by his hard work would decrease, so he had to open the door. The psychology teacher outside the door waited politely until the door was fully opened, and then Shi Shiran walked in.
"Thank you for the hospitality."
Kou Dong glared at him, in fact, he really wanted to give him a slap on the face.
Kou Dong had never seen the house where he lived during the date, but it was somehow familiar. From the door key to the interior decoration, he seemed to have touched it before, and he reached out and patted it and found the switch position of the light without any mistake.
He turned the switch on, turned around and asked the man who followed behind him, "What coffee?"
When he turned around, Kou Dong was startled first.
At some point, the psychology teacher took off the pair of gold-wire glasses that had been on his face, and put them on the glass surface of the coffee table. He was leaning against the sofa, and he looked quite comfortable, but he was more like a master than Kou Dong.
"It's so late, I don't want you to be busy," he said. "Instant is good."
Kou Dongxin is talking nonsense, is it possible that you are planning to let me grind it at night?
Or should I hold a cat over to go through my stomach and show you a different kind of cat poop in the Chinese pastoral version?
Rather think of yourself quite high.
He didn't ask the man what kind of instant he wanted to drink, he just brewed a cup of thickened one for him with this unpleasant mentality. The psychiatrist sank slightly into the soft sofa, watched his figure busy in front of the counter, and brought a mug over after a while.
The man glanced at the cup in his hand.
It is not commonly used by lovers on weekdays, or it is specially used for hospitality.
This made the psychologist raise his eyebrows slightly, and then he leaned deeper into the sofa, "How did you get this cup?"
The author has something to say:
Kou Dong: ...one pervert, two perverts, three perverts...