Love Delusion

Obviously, there are two most disturbing periods of the day, one is after get off work and the other is before going to work.

During these two times, Lin Anran generally couldn't escape as long as he came. From his being caught to giving up the struggle, the process only takes one second, and the person is already numb.

Especially because Lin Anran's lips were injured recently, and when he was not injured, he could not wait to swallow him in his stomach, not to mention that he could only watch and not eat, and he was about to be suffocated.

Shang Hao held him longer and longer. After a long time, Lin Anran thought this morning if he fell asleep directly on himself.

He looked at the time, then at Shang Hao's head in his arms, and reminded him in a low voice: "The time is coming."

"Lin Anran," Shang Hao's voice came from underneath. He remained motionless in that posture, called his name, and ordered: "You accompany me to the company."

Lin Anran:...

"I have another table set up next to my desk. I have paper and pens." Shang Hao said.

Really, should I praise him for being considerate? This person still thinks that Lin Anran's job is to draw children's drawings on paper and make money.

He urged Lin Anran: "Huh?"

Lin Anran: "...no."

Lin Anran actually wanted to hit him on the head. But dare not.

Most of the time, he was a person who was resigned and obedient, and when he was forced into a hurry, he would only say a "no".

Shang Hao got up from him regretfully. Between the movements, a pair of dark eyes stared straight at his lips. The hungry eyes just made Lin Anran's wound aching again.

Suddenly he leaned down, with strong and restrained force, pressing the corner of Lin Anran's lips. Take another bite of his face.

"You went out yesterday?" Shang Hao asked him.

Lin Anran blinked at him, and silently asked how he knew.

Shang Hao's gaze pointed to the clothes drying on the balcony outside. Two sets belonged to Lin Anran, one set of regular clothes and one set for going out.

Shang Hao asked him: "Where did you go?"

Lin Anran said nothing.

Shang Hao looked at his face and didn't force him to ask. He just said, "Are you still going out today?"

Lin Anran shook his head, indicating that he could not go out.

Shang Hao got up and went to work.

After he left, Lin Anran began to draft today's drawings.

Good illustrators in this line are actually very popular. Not only did he have to draw the thumping order, but he had to draw his own order. There was no problem in arranging the tasks for the day, and there were still a lot of orders waiting in line.

Lin Anran has an unusually quiet personality. He likes to be alone, and can sit all afternoon.

When he was almost sore in his shoulders, he looked at the phone and found that his aunt had sent him a message an hour ago.

To be honest, Lin Anran was actually a little afraid of her aunt caring about him. He knew that in the end, he would definitely not be able to care about others, especially since his aunt now has her own job and family, it is not worth it to him.

People who are unreasonable and worldly like him are people who don't know good or bad. Thumping is good to him, and he can still paint in return.

Lin Anran is not stupid, he knows what it is for their illustrators to send paintings for free indefinitely. He tried his best to follow the rules of interpersonal communication.

He learned that in the eyes of others, there is another value system. Those who learn computers do not need money to repair computers, those who learn medicine do not have to pay for medical treatment, and those who learn to paint do not need money.

In a friend relationship, because of his other defects, Lin Anran can compress himself infinitely as far as he can, and it doesn't matter how flat he is.

And like his aunt, who has been tirelessly caring about his life, Lin Anran has always been at a loss, wondering what she can do for her.

Originally, receiving the unread message made Lin Anran anxious. After clicking on it, he saw several long unread voice notes, and Lin Anran subconsciously wanted to bite his lip.

The voice-to-text conversion was fruitless, and he honestly started listening from the first sixty-second point.

However, Lin Anran's mood became more anxious after listening.

My aunt said that she would take him to a psychology lecture by a spiritual master on the weekend afternoon, specifically addressing the psychological anxiety of the modern urban population, explaining how to cultivate the body and purify the soul, and finally achieve the realm of harmony between nature and human body and mind.

The aunt's tone was quite agitated. In order to convince Lin Anran that she really found the treasure, she sent him a link to the lecture.

Click to open it is a moving picture of a lotus in full bloom in the lotus pond. The above-mentioned eight characters with red and gold rims: "The clouds are light and the wind is light, quiet and far away"

Lin Huiyan: "Let's go, Xiaoran! It's rare for this master to give a lecture, and my aunt will also go with him. These things must be studied frequently, and they can purify people's hearts and upgrade their realm. There is no harm!"

At such times, Lin Anran deeply felt that she was too unconscionable. Although she was only facing the mobile phone screen, her feeling of indebtedness to Lin Huiyan reached its peak.

He... didn't really want to go.

Lin Anran was scratching his hair and biting his lips on this side of the phone, but no matter how he refused, he would definitely feel guilty in the end.

Because of the narrow social circle, his emoticon inventory is very small, so he temporarily searched for rejected emoticons. From among the thousands of picks, he chose the cutest one, and sent it to his aunt carefully.

A red panda blushed, and was very embarrassed to put a bear's paw on the opposite side: no, no, no

After Lin Anran pressed send, he immediately looked for an expression pack of apology.

Look, he is the kind of person who can't afford to care about others.

Lin Huiyan refused to give up and was still persevering in enlightening him. Lin Anran was very busy, cutting the interface while looking for the emoji, and sent a message to her aunt embarrassed: "Thank you, aunt," "No need, aunt," "Thank you, aunt."

Lin Huiyan finally lost her temper by him, and said, "Hmph, ignore you."

Lin Anran was greatly relieved because of this sentence.

Ignoring him is the best choice. Thank you aunt for ignoring him.

After pushing away a lecture that needed to go out, Lin Anran slumped in his chair and was emptied of energy.

Lin Anran is not able to draw a manuscript at any time. There will be people who sit in front of the computer for a long time but can't draw anything well.

In such cases, he would take physical refreshing measures to himself, forcing himself to draw something.

As soon as Shang Hao entered the house today, he saw Lin Anran wearing something he didn't know.

Very cartoon. Is it a sheep? There are curled horns and two pink ears. He still saw Lin Anran wearing this thing for the first time. It perfectly complements the harmless temperament of his person, which is especially suitable.

This thing is actually a headband bought by Lin Anran. The original intention was to fix the front hair when washing the face.

But he didn't seem to be able to buy it well, and after putting it on, the hair tie was so tight that it was about to squeeze out people's brains.

Bought out. However, Lin Anran, who was a little disappointed at the time, had an idea and changed his mind.

Since then, this headband has become his inspiration headband. Wear it when you can't draw a manuscript, just squeeze your mind to figure it out.

Le brain dedicated. Because the quality of the hairband is so outstanding, it is still so confusing after wearing it for so long. Lin Anran, who never returned the goods, went back and gave the merchant a five-star praise.

Although the purpose is not clear, Shang Hao still suffered from a nosebleed.

I followed Lin An all night and called him Little Sheep.

I don't know what it is, but in this respect, Shang Hao thinks he can agree with the inventor of this thing. The cuteness, who was already demented, has reached a new height.

When it was time to go to bed at night, Lin Anran was forced to lie on his ear and count the sheep.

Lin Anran didn't have so much trouble when he lived alone, and no one called him a little sheep while wearing this headband. He had to count sheep.

But he is an honest man who asks for anything and asks for everything. Shang Hao asked him to do what he did, although Shang Hao was really heavy on him.

With the bedside lamp left, Lin Anran slowly counted the sheep in his ears with a soft voice, the hot and humid air mass thumped on the ears, and his breath breathed into his heart.

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

Shang Hao was buried on him at this time. He closed his eyes and his sleep was quiet. After those frightening eyes were covered, this person's deterrent power to Lin Anran weakened a lot.

Lin Anran didn't feel so much pressure when he didn't make facial expressions, and when he didn't speak, like other ordinary good-looking people.

"... Ninety-nine sheep, one hundred sheep."

Lin Anran observed for a while, and the person lying on him breathed smoothly. He didn't respond for a long time, and he should have fallen asleep.

Taking advantage of his deep sleep at this time, Lin Anran quietly watched his quiet side face lying on his body, wicked toward the courage.

He cautiously lay next to his ear, his lips moved, and spoke to the sleeping Shang Hao in a breath.

Lin Anran: "Smelly perverted."

He held back for this moment for too long, too long. Since this period of time, he has been rua every day, no one knows the hardships of being a tool man.

Shang Hao just bullied him and wouldn't say rejection. Doesn't this person have a body? Why does he greedy his body every day, so stinky and perverted.

Because he knew that this was his separation in his heart, he had nothing to dare to scold now.

Lin Anran: "One stinky pervert, two stinky perverts, three stinky perverts, four stinky perverts..."

Shang Hao: "Of course, I heard it."

Lin Anran:...

Lin Anran:..................

Lin Anran avoided eye contact and quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. The exposed pair of eyelashes trembled and trembled.

Shang Hao lifted his head from him, his temporarily opened eyes still contained a little dazed before going to bed, as if he could not understand the situation at this time.

The confident straight man felt that he had just heard hallucinations. He heard Ranran scold him.

He felt that he would not scold him, but the words just now were still in his ears, and he heard them very clearly.

Of course, he still counts abnormalities in his ears. One smelly metamorphosis, two smelly metamorphosis...

Shang Hao still said uncertainly to him: "Of course, this is a curse."

No answer from Lin Anran. Lin Anran dropped his head directly on the pillow, pretending that he had fainted.

With his reaction, Shang Hao became more and more certain that he had been scolded. He propped Lin Anran's eyelids: "Come on, I'll listen to you say it again."

Lin Anran pleaded guilty in a second, before waking up in Shang Hao, and immediately turned into a begging younger brother, calling him pleasedly: "Brother Hao."

Shang Hao was angrily laughed: "Don't, I told you to ask you whether it will work, Brother Ran? How did you scold me just now, eh? Isn't it amazing? I'll just say it again."

Lin Anran kept shrinking into the pillow, and kept shrinking, as if trying to shrink himself into the pillow.

Counseling Lin Anran while shrinking, she continued to make a pleasing voice in the pillow: "Brother Hao."

Shang Hao: "Are you still scolding?"

Lin Anran: "Don't scold Brother Hao."

After that, no matter how Shang Hao encouraged him to scold him, he said nothing to scold him.

However, in order to reward him for scolding himself today, Shang Hao replaced him by coaxing him to sleep in Lin Anran's ear.

"One little sheep, two little sheep, three little sheep..."

Lin Anran's hand was placed in the other hand, and it was kneaded carefully.

Lin Anran slept terribly. He closed his eyes vigorously, and now he was very immersed in the mood of the little sheep. I always felt that Shang Hao above his head would take a bite while he was asleep.

Shang Hao: Are you moved?