Entering a Split Personality

Fan Shen kissed him, Fan Shen kissed him!

The child he raised by one hand actually kissed him!

Xiao He's whole person was dumbfounded, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

When he reacted and wanted to question, he was driven straight in because he loosened his teeth.

Now, it is impossible to even deceive yourself and others.

This is not a childhood lip touch, but a kiss full of affection.

Fan Shen kissed eagerly and hard. It seemed to be suppressed for a long time, but finally did not stop. His full of love was passed through this predatory and encroaching kiss madly.

Xiao He wanted to retreat, but there was a wall behind him. He wanted to break free, but Fan Shen squeezed his waist with one hand and attached the other to his neck. His whole body was firmly pressed against him. Leave a little gap.

He had no retreat, no escape, and was forced to raise his head and let him kiss like a sacrifice.

The kiss was so long that he could not imagine, Xiao He was shocked at first, then his heart was cold, and finally he started to feel dizzy.

Fan Shen's breath, the heat from the clothes, the constant touch between his lips and tongue, are constantly impacting him.

Until the tip of Fan Shen's tongue inadvertently stroked somewhere on his upper jaw... Xiao He shivered suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be rushed through by electric current, so numb|numb is beyond words.

No... can't do this! Xiao He wanted to refuse and dodge.

But Fan Shen was very clever. He noticed Xiao He's strangeness for the first time, and then locked his lips and tentatively touched his upper jaw again.

Xiao He immediately shook like chaff, unable to hold himself.

Fan Shen held his lips and chuckled softly: "Is it comfortable?"

Xiao He's body is weak, but there is still a little sane in his heart: "Xiao Fan... let go of me, although I am not your biological father, I am the one who raised you by one hand. You can't..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Shen bowed his head again and kissed more fiercely.

How could he say such a thing?

How can he feel his mood?

He thought he was going crazy, but what about him? There is no him in my heart.

Strong passion|Desire is accompanied by the pain that has been suppressed for a long time, and Fan Shen seems to be punishing him, more like torturing himself.

"I never regarded you as a father."

He kissed his lips, once and again, lingering, but what he said seemed like the devil was talking.

"Do you know why I split up with you to sleep? Because you are by my side, I can't help but want to touch you, can't help wanting to touch you, and can't help but want to do a lot of things you shouldn't do to you."

"Do you know why I no longer ask you for a good morning kiss? Because you just touched me relentlessly, but I wanted to invade you with passion, want to possess you, want your clean Eyes are stained with lust."

Xiao He looked at him, all the blood on his face faded because of these words.

Fan Shen felt a little unbearable in his heart, but was quickly occupied with the pleasure of talking.

He finally said these things that he could never say to him.

His mind, his affection, his love for him so strong that it can't be changed, can tell him.

Whether he likes it or not, without the shackles of the word ‘father and son’, he can say it without reservation.

And he can only accept it.

No one in this world can **** him from his arms, and no one in this world knows him better than him.

His Xiao He can only be his!

Fan Shen kissed him, and eagerly tore the clothes in the way.

Xiao He passively endured, and finally at the moment when he let go of his lips, he whispered: "But I always treat you as my own child."

Even if you don't think of me as a father, even if you suppress so much mood.

But in my eyes, you are the child I raised up to my age, the child I cared for and raised carefully, and even the child I devoted all my feelings to.

From seven months to eighteen years old.

I really think of you as a biological child.

But you now...

Xiao He was stunned, and the loss that came from the bottom of his heart almost completely covered him.

He said that he didn't understand his feelings, it was as if all his previous efforts were in vain, as if he had been betrayed, as if...everything he trusted had become illusory.

He was motionless, looking straight ahead, but the water vapor filled his eyes, and when he shook a little, large drops of tears rolled down.

Seeing his hollow eyes and continuous tears, Fan Shen suddenly twitched his heart.

He kept saying that he didn't care what he thought, but seeing his expression, he couldn't do anything anymore.

Fan Shen stopped his movements, stretched out his hand to caress his white neck, and asked in a dumb voice: "Will you be so sad for being treated like this by me?"

Xiao He was dumbfounded.

Fan Shen looked at his tears, but felt that all the bitter water flowed into his heart: "Even if we are not father and son, can't you accept me?"

Xiao He closed his eyes and said for a while: "Let go of me."

Fan Shen's hand was slightly stiff, but in the end he moved away, unlocking the cage that held him.

Xiao He got up calmly, tidyed up all his clothes, and then whispered: "Since you know everything, then I don't have to hide it anymore. You are indeed not my child. I have never been married, so naturally I will not give birth. You, we are not related by blood, but...the grace of nurturing is always there. I am not a qualified and good father, um...or should I say that I am not even a father." Xiao He laughed to himself. After smiling, he continued, "But, Xiao Fan, I treat you as a son, and I really think of you as my own child, so...please reserve me a little dignity."

In any case, he will not be able to bear it if he is violated by the child he believes.

Even if this is just a spiritual world, even if all this is false from the beginning.

But eighteen years, his life in reality is only twenty-six years.

He really puts too much affection on him, so leave him some thoughts.

Fan Shen stared at him blankly. Although his expression was calm, his eyes, which were as beautiful as a clear sky, were covered with a layer of black mist that could not be removed.

"I understand." His voice was low, almost into the dust.

He thought they were not father and son, he could get him.

Unfortunately, it was his wishful thinking.

How could he forget that what he likes is his mother.

The Al who was buried in the deepest part of his heart by Xiao He.

A dead person, or his mother, what on earth is he going to fight with her?

Fan Shen frowned, suppressing the despair in his heart, and said slowly: "If nothing happened."

Xiao He was startled.

Fan Shen raised his head and looked at him tenderly: "Since you want me to be the child, then I will be your child, okay?"

Xiao He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at Fan Shen's expression, he couldn't speak again.

At the end of the journey, the two of them returned home.

And Fan Shen really continued to be his'son' just as he said.

All life is as usual, without the slightest change or difference.

Fan Shen is still considerate and considerate, and has never done anything beyond the boundary.

But Xiao He couldn't really do as before.

He returned to a state of insomnia every night, and kept his eyes open all night. He went to bed at nine o'clock and looked at the ceiling to see three or four in the morning.

In the end, if you are really tired, you will fall asleep.

Such days seem to be endless. If you can't sleep, Xiao He will miss Al twice, can't help picking up a paintbrush, and can't stop painting him.

But painting and painting, he was a little scared again.

Because he became increasingly confused as to whether it was Al or Fan Shen.

The same facial features, more and more similar looks, and the same eyes full of affection.

They were actually one person, and this voice kept ringing in his heart.

But Xiao He didn't dare to listen, he didn't dare to admit it, as if he did, he was reduced to a devil.

He wants to treat Fan Shen, but now... he has no way to proceed.

What I thought was foolproof, but the result was full of loopholes.

Xiao He started to blame himself and question himself constantly. The more he did this, the more he couldn't sleep.

Insomnia for several days makes him highly exhausted.

Xiao He really didn't dare to think about it anymore, he could only pick up the paintbrush again, and kept painting, painting...but he didn't dare to see what he had painted.

After another night, Xiao He was so tired at last, he even slept in front of the drawing board before he had time to clean up.

Fan Shen knocked on the door early in the morning and no one responded. He frowned slightly and opened the door with a spare key.

The intriguing sight made his brows furrowed deeper.

He knew that Xiao He had started to lose sleep again, but because he was afraid that he would think too much, he had never visited him at night.

But I didn't expect it to be in such a mess.

Fan Shen sighed, bent over to pick him up, and put him on the bed carefully.

Just about to bend over to tidy up, the whole stack of drawing papers instantly scattered all over the place.

When Fan Shen looked, his pupils shrank sharply.

He quickly stepped forward, picked up all the drawing papers, and an unconcealed surprise flashed across his eyes.

Is this him? It's him?

Is Xiao He painting him?

Although it was still the same face, it was completely a male body, without the slightest feminine body, this could not be his mother.

Could it be... Xiao He finally has a little bit of his place in his heart?

Because of too much surprise, Fan Shen's hand holding the drawing paper trembled slightly.

Xiao He had slept extremely shallowly. He opened his eyes when he was noisy by the movement, and Fan Shen was staring at the drawing paper.

The heart beat violently, and the biggest secret was discovered, or Fan Shen discovered, making Xiao He panicked.

"Don't... don't look." He got up and wanted to **** it.

But Fan Shen walked away easily. He looked at him and tried his best to suppress the expectation in his voice: "This is me?"

Xiao He realized what he was thinking, and his face suddenly became white.

His expression fell into Fan Shen's eyes, but like a bucket of cold water, he poured all his hopes and expectations into ashes.

This can't be him. A few days ago, he was desperate because of his confession. How could he...

Fan Shen smiled silently, turned around and took out the safe from the closet.

When Xiao He saw it, he was immediately anxious: "Xiao Fan, don't open it, please, don't open it."

Fan Shen smiled and looked at him, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

He moved his finger slightly, dialed the password, and easily unlocked the small box.

With a clatter, the pictures and portraits were scattered all over the floor like snowflakes.

Fan Shen looked down slightly, and finally saw Xiao He's heart clearly.

He thought he liked his mother.

But actually... not.

Fan Shen picked up a piece of drawing paper and asked softly: "This is Al."

Xiao He's face was as white as frost and snow.

"So you like men..." Fan Shen picked up a picture of two people on top of each other and smiled sarcastically, "No wonder you are so alluring when you are drunk, no wonder you have such a beautiful sound, that's strange... …You would haunt me like that."

After Xiao He realized what he was saying, his heart was almost frozen. What happened to them that night...

Fan Shen approached him, smiling at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were dark.

"Rather than thinking about it, thinking that you can't sleep, why don't you find me?" Fan Shen pressed his ear, whispered cruelly in a devilish voice, "Let me satisfy you."