MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 65
After talking with the people in the bau group, there was nothing else to do when I got home. I simply took a new video and uploaded it to my own tubing channel. It hasn't been updated for a month, but because the previous heat has not subsided, the traffic quickly comes up.
After that, the police did not notify me in the past to cooperate with the investigation. Fortunately, the flight tickets that were previously scheduled did not need to be rescheduled. After a few hours of flight, my plane landed at Miami Airport. After flexing my legs for so long, I can finally move.
Because the survivor's bonus hasn't come down, I don't have the money to buy a more comfortable seat, and my legs were inhumanly fixed in a small space for a long time. After getting off the plane, I first took a taxi to Madam Nan's home. Mrs. Fang Dongnan, the old lady who recommended my channel for fake certificates.
She helped me a lot, not out of interest but out of friendship. Although I couldn't understand why she would do this, I still intentionally maintained the relationship with her. It's a matter of course to say hello to her after returning.
Chatted with Mrs. Nan for an afternoon, drinking afternoon tea in her small garden, and finally bid farewell. Because I'm going to find Dillon. I said that Dillon would keep in touch after the game. We had contacted by text message before. I rejected his pick-up offer because I wanted to visit Mrs. Nan first. He later sent his address.
It is still a taxi, although it costs more, but this is the only way I can carry it easily with a box of luggage. After reporting the address in the phone to the driver, watch the other person drive in the direction given in the navigation. Although I always remember the address Dillon gave me, the road didn't seem to be a residential area.
After talking to Mrs. Nan in the afternoon, it was just off work. I stopped in the car and stopped in the traffic jam. I arrived on the road an hour later. I watched the driver park the car on the side of the road, he pointed me to the shop across the road and signaled us to arrive.
… I remember it's true, this is the commercial street. And the door number across the street and the address Dillon gave me did not differ in any way. It was a gun shop! With the driver's weird gaze on my luggage, I paid for it bit by bit, dragging my suitcase to the gun shop facade across the road.
"Dingling Dangyu" opened the door and walked in. The bell at the shop door rang. But I saw no one at the counter. I dragged my luggage and stood in the center of the shop. I checked the various guns hanging on the four walls of the shop and the various pistol ammunitions in the glass cabinet in the counter.
After a while, footsteps came from the curtain behind the counter, and then a familiar face came out.
Dillon, he was wearing clothes that looked very different from the ones in the survivor's military uniform, and the high-necked black knit sweater displayed his muscular curves. Before, because there were no tools in the survivors, the accumulated beards were shaved off, and the temperament of the whole person became clean.
Even because of that dress, it gives people a lazy home temperament, and the icy firearms around them show a sharp contrast sexy.
He looked up and saw me. Although there was no change in his expression, I could see that his eyes were surprised. "Brian? Why are you here? I thought you would tell me in advance."
"Did I disturb you?" I responded with a smile. "I didn't know that you actually opened such a shop. I said before that I would borrow from your house. Could it be that you live in the shop? "
"Upstairs, come with me first." Dillon walked over to me and pulled me through the suitcase, and took me behind the curtain like he just came out. His movement was natural, as if he had left the particular environment of the survivor, isolated from the world, and did not bring about any change in our relationship.
After opening the curtain, the first thing to be in front of me was a utility room. On weekdays, it seemed to be the place where the other party had various stocks. On the right hand side is a staircase upstairs by Unicom. It seems that Di Long lives upstairs on weekdays. This is a duplex building.
After walking upstairs, I first saw the kitchen, which seemed basically unused on weekdays, and the small living room. On the coffee table opposite the sofa in the living room, there was a pile of takeaway pizza that seemed to have eaten half, the sound on the TV was very small, and the news program was proceeding in an orderly manner.
Then I found out that he seemed to have only one bedroom, and watched Dillon push the door open and put my luggage at the foot of the bed.
"The other side is the toilet." Dillon explained to me as he pushed open the toilet door. There was a direct shower and no bathtub. It is in keeping with Dillon's personality, and the rack on the sink is just a cup toothbrush and shaving supplies.
But what attracted me most was Dillon's bed. Black sheets and pillowcases, hard-beds, and meticulous quilts at the end of the bed. After thinking about it, I walked over and sat down at the end of his bed, looking up at him.
"Where do I sleep?" I put a wanton smile on the corner of my mouth and said in a somewhat aggressive tone: "Let me sleep with you, I can pay rent with my body."
After hearing the words, Dillon looked at it with a complicated look. He stared at me for a while before saying with a deeper voice: "Have you been so straight? Although the proposal is tempting, but you should also know, what I want It's not just that. I'll prepare an inflatable mattress for you. If you can't give me what I want in the end, it's just a simple overnight stay. "
The smile on the corner of my mouth was unconsciously stiffened, and then said badly: "What you want to do is very clear, but what I want? This is not the army, Dillon. And you are not mine. Boss, a relationship requires both parties to respect each other's needs, right? "
It seemed to be very surprised by what I said. Dillon hesitated before he hesitantly asked, "So, what do you ... want?" He realized that he had always behaved, and really felt like I was a subordinate soldier. So there was something embarrassed in his tone.
"Yansheng." I heard his answer, looked up at him, and said without hesitation: "Do it with me once, Captain."
In a word, I found that Dillon's ears were red. But because I felt like I was being tricked, I said with a little anger in my mouth: "Brian, how is this different from what I just said? You should know that I want more than just ... sanity!"
"I know ..." I didn't laugh, but responded very seriously: "But what I want now, but it's only for life. If you don't want to temporarily accommodate, maybe you really can't develop It's coming. I thought I acted well. "
"..." Dillon looked down at me sitting on his bed, narrowing his eyes. "If you want to run away after using me, you should know the result. I ca n’t let go of the prey in my hand."
"Then I don't mind trying it," I heard the softness of his voice in his apparently threatening words. This feeling of being pressed on the opponent's head makes me extremely happy physically and mentally. So I laughed again and looked up at him and said, "Maybe in the end you are very satisfied with me, I don't want to run away?"
As I said, I sat back on the bed and leaned back with my right elbow on the bed to support the upper body. The left hand unbuttoned the button on the collar of the shirt I was wearing today, exposing the collarbone that was more obvious because of this posture. After kicking off the shoes on my feet, I stared at his eyes, as if looking to the deepest part, with a slightly seductive gesture on my lips.
"I hope you don't regret it," Dillon said for a moment, before finally speaking. I watched him pull the edges of his clothes with both hands, and took them off and threw them on the bed. Although in the survivor, he could see his naked and exposed upper body most of the time, but seeing it again in this scene still made me irritable.
I squeezed the corner of my mouth and licked my dry lips with my tongue out, and then I stared at him. Dillon reached out and hugged me directly, half-kneeling on the bed with his knees standing, and the two fell deep into the bed.
"Your bed is really uncomfortable ..." I laughed and pressed him underneath, and put my head on his pillow. "Apart from this, there is nothing to be dissatisfied with. Why should I regret it?" As I said, I lifted my legs directly to his waist and hung his lower body on his body.
Dillon pulled the quilt folded squarely at the end of the bed, wrapped my waist around me and lifted me in midair, then stuffed the quilt under me. The feeling that I can be easily lifted by the other party is obviously an act of being vigilant, but I don't know why it gives me a kind of dangerous and intoxicating valley yawn.
Then I looked at his face, zooming in and out before my eyes, and eventually his lips touched his mouth. People who looked so serious and meticulous turned out to have soft lips. I sighed softly, put my hands on his shoulders, and looped around his neck.
"Uh ... ah ..." I stretched my muscles and shrank into the bed. Dillon's bed was still a little hard, but his body was so warm that I didn't want to get up and get out of bed after the incident was over. So how did the two of us hug ourselves in bed and watch the sky gradually darken.
Every minute, every second, every movement of him made me reluctant to close my eyes, even for a moment. Because of the kind of liberation he gave me, the unique sense of security around him suddenly overwhelmed the shadow left in his heart. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Next, are you going out to eat?" Dillon's voice was hoarse, and the breath he exhaled was behind my ears. I narrowed my neck and looked at his arms as I slept.
After thinking about it, I took a bite of him, smashed it with satisfaction and said, "Okay, let's get up." 2k novel reading network
