Chapter 1828

His voice was very good, but he was a little hoarse. He asked softly, "is there any medicine to relax?"? In normal condition, I may not want to talk about that

His tone was natural.

The psychiatrists were slightly stunned.

Naturally, as a doctor, I have seen many patients. Most patients have unspeakable secrets in their hearts. This is very normal. But when he mentioned the secret, he was the first to ask for the medicine so calmly.

"Yes, just a moment," she said

When the doctor took the syringe, the young man lifted his sleeve up with his eyes down, revealing his white wrist. The color was dazzling and fragile, with a kind of milk like sprout.

After the injection, the other side droops his eyes and his eyelashes are like the wings of a butterfly.

"Feel better?" Asked the doctor.

The other party nodded, long eyelashes drooping slightly, covering the pupil, as if some sleepiness.

"Then let's get started." "Your mother didn't tell me what you wanted to consult. Now you can ask. I will keep all our conversations confidential. "

The other side did not seem to hear the same, drooping eyes quiet for a long time, just way: "I like men."

The psychiatrist was stunned.

When the teenager said this, he had no expression and had a very peaceful attitude. But that face is really pale, fragile like a beautiful porcelain doll.

Their own business does not involve homosexuality, but the other party takes this sentence as the beginning, there should be something else to say. So the doctor nodded and gently smile, "are you worried about this?"

"No worries," the boy shook his head, "I think so Good. "

The doctor pursed his lips slightly in surprise.

She poured a glass of water carefully and put it by the boy's hand, then continued: "why do you think it's good? The social environment is so harsh that there are many difficulties. "

The boy on the opposite side tightened his fingers a little, and his knuckles were cold white. He looked like a sleepy and pitiful milk cat. After repeatedly tightening his fingers, he finally opened his lips, and his voice was so light that he almost whispered.

"I in one's childhood. Seven, eight, I forgot After a small alley, a drunk woman stopped me. She was very, very disgusting... "

The tip of the youth's fingertips became whiter.

The psychiatrist was surprised and quickly put his voice more softly. "Relax. It's OK. Now you're in my office. You're safe."

Milk cat drooping eyelashes, no expression, fingers are still clenched, light answer: "I know."

He seems to be calm.

The psychiatrist was a little relieved, but still worried. He asked, "do you still need injections?"

The other side shook his head slightly.

"So, you go on," the psychologist said carefully, "she Did you hurt you? "

She looked at the boy opposite.

He is too beautiful, white and lovely, collar good-looking clavicle, a kind of tender feeling. It can be imagined that when the child was a child, his face must be as beautiful as an angel, pure and dust-free.

"No The other side slightly pulled up the corners of his lips, his face pale to transparent, and his eyelashes drooped.

"I was scared. I touched the tile and hit her head She was bleeding, but I was still very afraid. I used that thing to smash her a lot A lot of blood. I feel terrible and disgusting... "

In the quiet lane, the woman with the air of wine.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!