Shuai Shuai couldn't sleep well these days. Yeser gave her incense. He was useful and gave him some ways to reduce pressure, but only he knew that the crux of the problem was not here.
Especially in recent days, almost every night, I dream that Leo is lying on the ground covered with blood. I want to get close, but I can't get there.
He cried and he shouted, but it was useless.
That night, Shuai was awakened by the nightmare again.
This time, he dreamed that someone shot Leo directly.
He saw with his own eyes that Leo was shot twice in the chest and fell to the ground without breathing.
This feeling is too uncomfortable.
Shuai sat up and covered his heart with one hand. He was still a little uncomfortable.
It's suffocating.
A touch of the forehead, a layer of sweat.
Even my back is a little wet. It seems that I have to take another bath.
Shuai Shuai has a slight cleanliness habit, which is not very serious, but if he doesn't take a bath before going to bed, he will be uncomfortable.
It's also a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Shuai came out after taking a bath. The whole person was refreshed and couldn't sleep.
Or, dare not sleep.
Afraid of having nightmares again.
Now as soon as you close your eyes, you can still see him covered with blood.
Shuai Shuai knows that he has paid his heart to Leo.
Moreover, it seems that I really love deeply.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I once secretly vowed that I couldn't deliver my sincerity. How could I forget it?
Is it because he is so kind to himself that he doesn't care about anything?
Think about what that man once said to him.
How can you be so stupid?
Shuai Shuai just felt very upset.
He wanted to hit people, but he was alone at the moment.
I always feel that there is an unknown fire in my heart. I want to vent, but I can't find an outlet at all.
Kicked the sofa, wrapped in a bathrobe, went to the bar and poured himself a glass of red wine.
People say red wine can help sleep.
But why is it useless to be here?
I always feel that my brain is always particularly awake.
Shuai hates such himself.
It seems a little hypocritical.
He bowed his head and half on the bar, his eyes a little lax.
I don't know whether it's the effect of alcohol or whether he's really tired.
Suddenly, my ears moved.
Is it his illusion?
Why do you seem to hear a sound at the door?
Suddenly he smiled bitterly again. As expected, he was in bad spirits and had auditory hallucinations.
Shuai knows that although he is the only one here, Leo must have arranged someone to guard nearby.
I don't know whether he is afraid of his own accident or running away.
Sit up straight, pour yourself a glass of red wine, and then drink it directly.
I turned and looked out of the window. At this time, it was almost dark outside.
Some billboards that are still lit occasionally seem so inconspicuous.
"Oh, what are you doing at this time? Entertainment or work?"
Murmured, and then smiled, "when will you come back? You always say you miss me, but you come back!"
There was something coquettish and angry in the tone.
Reach for the bottle again and want to pour yourself another glass of red wine.
As a result, I felt empty.
Turn around, then stay where you are, blink, "am I drunk? So I'm hallucinating?"
Leo smiled and looked at his lover's beautiful collarbone. His eyes moved up. His lips were more attractive than red wine. He couldn't help it.