26

"Empathy, that is ......"

Jia Yi puts the back of Zhirou Shen's hand in her palm. She has a very pretty nose tip, which from Zhirou Shen's point of view is an almost perfect shape.

"This way."

Zhirou Shen was somehow a little apprehensive, and she turned her eyes away slightly, but she couldn't help her curiosity.

"Is that all?"

Zhirou Shen after ten minutes, froze and did not see where there is something wrong, Jia Yi did not have the same unusual behavior, but instead looked at her with a smile.

"Fail, it doesn't seem to go well with Zoe."

Zhirou Shen was stunned, "This thing will still fail?"

"Of course," Jia Yi scratched the back of Zhirou Shen's hand in a serious manner, "empathy is something that is not easy to say, or maybe it's just my bad genes, sometimes I don't know how to get into it, and sometimes I don't feel it at all."

Zhirou Shen sighed, very sadly holding up the picture of his mother.

"Really fake, my mom is really ...... nothing to feel ah, is that beautiful?"

"Yes, yes," Jia Yi went up to take a look, so serious that Zhirou Shen was embarrassed to question it, "it's very similar to KK."

Zhifan Shen is very good looking, but ...... she still how not to see.

There's not even the slightest resemblance in the eyebrows, and that's just not scientific, is it?

How come you didn't inherit it from her? Not at all?

It's too much, isn't it? It's too thick?

She was still a little suspicious, but once she saw the picture she was a little disoriented again.

It's been seven years since my parents passed away, but those deceased faces and voices can pop up from somewhere deep inside at any time.

When she and Zhifan Shen were living together in an orphanage, Zhifan Shen reassured her that the real death of a man is not only the destruction of his body and soul, but also whether he exists in his memory.

It's not all dead if it's not forgotten.

"Zoe ...... Zoe?"

Zhirou Shen came back in a flash, wiped a tear, and looked disoriented.

"It's late, time for bed, are you going home? It's too late, why don't you just stay and sleep with me."

Jia Yi opened her mouth wide and looked at Zhirou Shen with tearful eyes.

"May, may I?"

Zhirou Shen was shocked by Jia Yi's reaction, she had always known that Jia Yi's beauty was inversely proportional to her intelligence, but she had never imagined that the difference would be so great.

"It's just a night's sleep, that's all."

Zhirou Shen stretched, intending to go make her bed, and had just walked down the aisle when she heard Jia Yi eyeing her with a small cuddly pillow.

"But this is too exciting."

Zhirou Shen stumbled, startled by the ambiguity of the words, which were really unpleasant to hear.

"What, what excitement ah," Zhirou Shen a nervous tongue can not straighten, "just two girls a piece of sleep ah you brain are loaded with what ah?"

Jia Yi pursed her lips and looked at her blankly.

"Ah, I mean, it's so exciting to sleep in a house with KK."

Zhirou Shen : "......"

Zhirou Shen gave an indifferent "Oh" and somehow went back to making his bed with a sense of loss.

...... And, surprisingly, what the hell, there is a hair surprising.

Zhirou Shen steadied her mind, in order to make herself discard the distractions, she opened her secret little cabinet with a little nervousness, and after pulling out a large pile of half-naked | male model magazines, covering half of the nosebleed contentedly tilted to the sky.

Jia Yi, that kind of girl is a tumor.

But it's good that I'm still saved.

Zhirou Shen hugged the coloring | Love Magazine tears of joy.

......

Zhifan Shen felt like he was dying.

He was actually on the phone with his male god, and the level of conversation was not far from that of a sixteen year old ragamuffin with nothing to do.

And ...... is happy about it.

By the time he put the phone down, he could feel the corners of his mouth curving up into the sky, and as soon as he looked down he could feel his heart thumping as well.

Perhaps it was because the room was so silent that he could clearly hear the beating inside his chest, the beating of his heart bringing up all the blood flow and emotions, as if everything belonged here, and so the vulnerability of the place could be felt all the more.

He subconsciously brushed his fingers over his heart and sat motionless on the bed, his other hand resting casually on his journal.

Then he raised his head slightly, half squinting.

Fingers on the outside of the chest are more clearly felt as it works tirelessly.

It also then gave him an illusion.

He was out there as a clueless toddler, curiously observing it.

And Shuo Yan is in there.

I thought of his majestic and handsome deep eyebrows, of his jokingly saying, "If you don't become a Lieutenant General, you'll probably open a barbecue fish restaurant," and of the temperature of his lips when he lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.

All never felt before .......

Then he lowered his head again very badly.

Is it not good to think of a male god in this way? Is it disrespectful? Is it not good? Is it not good?

Hey no, here pause, wait, and it's not that I stole a kiss from him ah, it's he stole a kiss from me ah okay, this is originally the truth ah, how is Xiao Yi!

Oooh, can a stolen kiss from a male god be called a stolen kiss? That's definitely not. That's called draping.

Bah, Zhifan Shen you're out of luck then.

...... ah ah ah ah ah ah out of interest is gone, the face is gone, all away from home I do not want it.

Zhifan Shen The two voices in his head fought back and forth, hilariously fighting from the time his brain was still alive to the time it completely rotted into a ball of cotton wool.

There is no sanity left.

He felt his face burning up to the point of smoking, like a chimney kind of thing, and he tried to straighten himself out a little, but in the end it was fruitless, and he just turned into a forcibly straightened out chimney.

And he thought there is no wrong ah, the future Zhifan Shen how how how cold the persona of the flower of the High Ridge is all false, where there is that kind of thing ah, look at the bedside of those magazines, so many years past really did not grow at all.

...... Hey, you demented man!

Zhifan Shen taught himself a righteous lesson in his heart.

Why? Because he found some other publications, mostly by Shuo Yan, on the side of his nightstand.

Shuo Yan is not a public figure, he is a man of great stature, with real military power in his hands.

But occasionally I do take part in interviews, but they are pretty serious, except for this current ...... male-oriented magazine.

It's not really a portrait, just some photos of life in the military.

But it's just true that there are people who live like they're posing at all times.

Obviously shot not at all revealing, but inexplicably there is a ...... very God color color smell Road, such as this slightly open lips, slightly exposed shoulder blades, lean and slender fingers at the knuckles, just the right extremely long back, and this one, I have to say Zhifan Shen have not seen anyone who can put on the military uniform to be I've never seen anyone who can wear a military uniform so ascetically ...... ow.

Me, grass.

Can't take it anymore.

Zhifan Shen covers his face.

Although I know there can't be any banned stuff in the future, Zhifan Shen is still looking forward to it.

That's not good. Zhifan Shen, that's too much of an idiot, isn't it?

What's wrong with that, please be cool with that, can't you see that out of all the interviews this is the only magazine that's been turned over the most, the cover is falling off, I guess you've been thieving a lot in your day that you can take a shot at these pictures, huh?

...... Don t think about it ah quick stop ah, he really wants to have a shot.

Speaking of which, who in the world took these such immodest photos ah, not too ...... will shoot it.

Great shot wooooooooo.

Zhifan Shen couldn't hold back and hugged the magazine and rolled happily on the bed.

...... So no matter how it really is still sixteen years old ah, can hold the male god of this kind of photo sleep how to say is great beyond words thing.

...... would like to take a shot at it.

Zhifan Shen's age is sixteen years old without knowing the taste of love, and his body is still without knowing the taste of love even if he is twenty-four years old.

So young people, looking at these photos is just easy ...... to get fired up.

Once the love | desire to come up will be very easy to control the young man's brain, like a prairie fire burning in his abdomen, he closed his eyes, those images of the fingers as if there is a substance like wrapped around his body.

He could even feel the slightly cool and rough fingers fingertips running across his back, abdomen, neck, lips ...... bringing over the most initial taste of love|lust, electrifying, making the waist and eyes inexplicably sore.

Just one shot, he thought with a red face, against, who knows anyway.