Kou Dong glanced at the mug in his hand.

White, sleek, nothing special - just an ordinary cup. He didn't even want to use it, he could only understand that the NPC's fault was committed again, and he had to pick something out for him.

So he brought the whole teapot to him and asked sincerely, "Why don't you face the spout directly?"

He has seen difficult NPCs, and he has never seen such a difficult one - do you expect to drink flowers after drinking coffee?

The psychiatrist was half-sunk on the sofa, and he seemed to be unable to control his laughter, and it took him a long time to recover. He patted the little space beside him and motioned Kou Dong to sit down.

Kou Dong was not very happy when he saw him smiling, and dawdled and squeezed onto the same sofa as him.

The sofa is not big, it is usually just a place for Kou Dong to sit and read a book by himself, but now two adult men are crammed on top of each other, inevitably leaning against one another. The breath from the young man is warm and peaceful, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, and there is no abnormal temperament at all. He held his lover's hand and played with it repeatedly in his own hand, clasping his fingers together intimately, "Angry?"

Kou Dong didn't answer.

"Don't be angry," the psychiatrist's tone became more gentle, half wrapping his waist, and said in a low voice, "I'm just here to accompany you."

"..."

Kou Dong thought to himself, to be reasonable, is it you who accompany me or I accompany you?

Although he didn't say it out of his mouth, his eyes clearly explained everything.

The young man paused for a while, and then the corners of his lips curled up, a smile that was not a smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that baby?—Want to water the flowers?"

Kou Dong doesn't know which word is more exciting, baby or watering flowers - but looking at the expression of the psychology teacher, this flower watering is definitely not a simple and normal watering exercise - maybe it is his flower that is being watered delicate flowers.

In order to prove that he didn't want to, he immediately looked away.

The psychiatrist began to laugh again. Kou Dong glanced at him out of the corner of the eye, and for the first time thought that the NPC might be a lunatic.

It was the first time he had seen a young man so happy. This state of joy has been maintained since their date. He feels that he is not like a small cake, but like a pot of pistachios, otherwise every word and expression will not make this person look like eating Same as sugar.

Thief tired.

His attempt to drive people out was unsuccessful, the man didn't leave, he was still in the same room with him, and he even pretended to be with him late at night, and took out a game of checkers from the drawer.

Kou Dong's temples jumped abruptly, but in the end he couldn't beat him, and he sat down in front of the chessboard.

Thinking about it, he said to himself that playing chess is better than viewing chrysanthemums.

Safe at least.

Thinking of this, Kou Dong's life suddenly became brighter. He sat firmly and asked, "What color do you use?"

The psychologist holds a blue chess piece between his fingers.

Kou Dong saw it, and reached out to get enough black. Before he could reach it, another hand suddenly appeared on the top of the chessboard. The man grabbed his hand and led him in another direction: "You use red."

Kou Tiantian was even more inexplicable.

"why?"

Is there any color requirement for this? What are you doing, the Checkers Olympics? ? ?

The psychology teacher put his hand on his chin, and his expression was a little lazy. His light amber eyes stared at the person in front of him unblinkingly, stared at by such pupils, there was always a feeling of being pryed into his heart.

Immediately, the psychology teacher replied: "Because it's worthy."

Kou Dong: "..."

His expression gradually changed from bewilderment to sudden realization, and from sudden realization to the surprise and contempt of a subway grandpa looking at his mobile phone.

Is it because red and blue have produced CP since ancient times?

He thought from the bottom of his heart, what kind of loneliness this NPC has become, so that he can arrange so many similar content in his own date? ?

But the psychology teacher was obviously more perverted than he thought. In order to make this game of checkers more exciting and interesting, he proposed a new weight: take off a piece of clothing after losing a game.

This plot, Kou Dong always feels that he has seen many Japanese action movie profiles that begin with the first letter and the twenty-third letter.

After he said this, Kou Dong secretly lifted the collar of one of his sweaters and determined how many pieces he was wearing.

Ah, very good. At first glance, it was all white flesh.

Can't find much clothes at all.

Kou Dong felt that this game was going to suffer. Adhering to the principle of equality, he took the lead to inquire: "How many did you wear?"

"I?"

The overcoat on the psychologist's body has been hung at the entrance, but now there is only a thin layer of shirt, and even the faint flesh color can be seen through the shirt fabric, and he calmly said: "I wore one, it's fair. "

Kou Dong didn't believe his nonsense. Even if he wore one, it wouldn't be fair. Whether he took it off or the other party took it off, it was not a good thing for him at all. His head is very clear, and he is not sleepy at all, so he will not be fooled by the NPC's few words.

But the NPC is determined to play, and in the other party's home court, Kou Dong can only choose to cooperate, "Socks count as two pieces."

The man's eyes flicked in the direction of his feet.

Kou Dong was very vigilant, and immediately retracted his foot.

The psychiatrist smirked on the thin lips.

"Count one."

"Two pieces," Kou Dong said. "How can two socks count as one?"

"..."

The man didn't refute, just narrowed his amber pupils slightly and looked him up and down like a cat.

"So unsure?"

This level of aggression is useless to Kou Dong. He is also thick-skinned now. He is not a young man who can be excited by a few words like a mockery, so his heart is calm and he even urges the progress: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Hurry up, finish the dating project, and he can go back to the game home to have a good sleep.

There was only one reading light in the room. The light was not very dazzling, and the walls and furniture surfaces were plated with a warm yellow; Kou Dong sat opposite the man, concentrating on playing checkers.

He couldn't remember whether he played it when he was a child, after all the memories of his childhood could not be retrieved. But this seems to be engraved in instinct. From the very beginning when he got the chess pieces, he started to build bridges and pave the way for himself, trying to hit the opponent's nest.

The psychiatrist looked like he was not very skilled, he suppressed all the chess pieces, and the good road was blocked in several places. It took a lot of effort to get to the middle of the chessboard, and there were still a few chess pieces standing alone across the board. The Cowherd and Weaver Girl of Tianhe is waiting for rescue.

His expression gradually became serious, with a translucent marble between his slender fingers, trying to build a magpie bridge for his Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Kou Dong was quick-witted, and taking advantage of his turn, he went up and collapsed his magpie bridge.

Psychological teacher still holding chess pieces: "..."

His expression looked a little dazed for a moment.

Kou Dong was finally relieved, and the feeling of suffocation that had been under the control of the other party from the beginning was brought back a little, and he couldn't help but boost his morale. With his soldiers and generals, he charged recklessly, and quickly killed the man's chessboard without leaving a piece of armor.

When his last chess piece was in place, the psychology teacher shrugged, as if he had nothing to say, he undid his shirt and put it on the sofa.

His figure is not very strong, but the smooth lines and tight muscles look like they are soaked with hormones. He is the kind of figure that looks thin and fleshy, and looks beautiful under the orange light. color.

Kou Dong, who was shocked by this scene, held his breath slightly, but he didn't expect the other party to take off his shirt when he came up, and the two socks fell behind instead. ——The perverted psychology is simply beyond words.

The psychology teacher didn't seem to care, she didn't care about going shirtless at all, "Continue."

What's up with being shirtless? Kou Dong convinced himself that when the weather was hot, there were not many shirtless men on the street.

He looked away and concentrated on the chess game. In the second game, the psychology teacher lost again.

Kou Dongyuan opened his eyes to see what he was going to do this time. If he really dared to touch his pants, he would definitely not be able to.

Fortunately, the psychiatrist was more gentle than expected, and was not in a hurry to expose, but naturally took off a sock.

"One."

Kou Dong nodded.

The two sides started the third game, this time, Kou Dong put a little water without a trace. But don't know if he was too lucky or the NPC deliberately let him, he still finished the game first with the advantage of three pieces.

The psychologist's other black sock was also placed on the floor, leaving only a pair of trousers, with two long legs slightly overlapping. Kou Dong himself was well-dressed, sitting cross-legged and staring at the chessboard without blinking.

"The fourth game!"

In the fourth game, the situation began to reverse.

Kou Dong's original advantage gradually dwindled, and in the end almost all of those killed were gone. His chess pieces were pitifully squeezed to the edge, and if he wanted to get closer to his goal, it would be like the Tang monk fetching scriptures from the west. ——Besides, the main road among them was also guarded by the other party, and he was not given the first chance at all.

Every time Kou Dong sees a new path, the next second will be blocked by the chess pieces of the psychological teacher. Over and over again, even a fool can sense something is wrong.

In the first few games, the man was obviously clumsy.

"..."

Kou Dong's mind was completely lifted now, staring at the chessboard intently, mobilizing all his brain cells to break the game. He looked intently, unaware that the man's gaze had lifted from the chessboard and turned to look at him without blinking.

If Kou Dong saw that kind of gaze, he might be afraid of it.

——What kind of look is that.

It seemed sympathetic, but it also contained madness and dominance like a broken bamboo - they were like dark clouds that accumulated under the man's eyes, and were suddenly covered up by the heavy waves in the blink of an eye. The psychology teacher lowered his eyes and heard a small cheer from him, "I found it!"

The young man placed the chess piece close to the middle, completely owning the opponent's shortcut.

The situation was reversed again. Relying on this road, he actually transported most of the pieces abruptly, which was a step ahead.

"I won," Kou Dong added the last step, "You..."

He wanted to say "you lost, that's it", but at this moment he felt an unusual movement. The voice was quite familiar to him, as if something suddenly spread out from the air, and then closed in one place.

The slight wind from the flapping of the wings even hit his face, along with the slightly shining phosphorous powder.

Kou Dong's breathing suddenly stopped.

He stared at the ground.

There lay two dark shadows.

Behind the man sitting opposite, soft arcs are slowly swaying-they are huge and graceful, quietly crouching on the back of the psychologist.

The man's hand covered the belt.

"I lost again." His voice was unhurried, and instead of being displeased by his repeated defeats, he revealed an almost weird joy.

"—Is it my turn?"

The author has something to say:

Psychology teacher: I am not like them, they are not as good as me.

(suddenly proud)

None of them!

Ye Yanzhi: ...???

Who can't?