"Yes, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I, I'm damned, I, I'm a beast, I, I'm a beast, little ancestor, can you say something, please!"
With the mentality that I must die, I bit my lip to hold back the infinite grievance in my heart, but suddenly I heard a clear, slapping sound, he took back all the restraints on my body, I opened my eyes nervously in surprise, and greeted him. It was a pair of big hands that came to help me wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes. He got up silently, looked for the underwear he had lost in a panic, and carefully helped me put it on. My mind went blank, or rather confused, I didn't know what to do, what to do, kill him? Unrealistic, forgive him? Even more unrealistic! But looking at him who seems to be completely sober, he blames himself, worries and fears, I know he is confessing. My heart that wants to hate, but I can't hate it no matter what.
Seeing that I still didn't respond, he knelt down on my bed in fright, fanned himself again and again, said what he regretted, and begged my forgiveness. And I just watched blankly, not sure what to say for a moment. Until his face became more and more red and swollen, the voice made me feel very enjoyable and relieved at the beginning, but then it gradually became a little unbearable, a little distressed, until finally I didn't have any hatred anymore .
I finally opened my mouth and forgave him. He was wrong. After all, he was paralyzed by alcohol. He was shameless. Eldest young master let go of his lofty dignity and apologize for me?
He stopped and smiled at me happily. His face was almost turned into a pig's head by himself. It made me angry and ridiculous, but more than that, I felt distressed. I was worried and asked him if it hurt, but he just shook his head with a smirk. I ran to the kitchen refrigerator and took out a bottle of iced drink to help him apply it to his face. He screamed in pain, and I sighed helplessly. Just now! You deserve it, you almost scared the shit out of me just now!
But when I calmed down, I kept interrogating myself, did I really forgive him like that? Faced with this guy who tried every means to make me happy, why can't I hate him even if I want to? Can I really let go of this sudden turmoil? What's the matter with the bit by bit distress in my heart? Obviously, he almost got caught by him just now...
At this moment, my heart is extremely chaotic, thinking about the scenes of living with him, fast forwarding in front of me like a movie. There is joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in it. When I was mischievous, the lines between his eyebrows told me that he was angry for me. When I was sad, the grimace on his childlike face told me that I would rush at him when I was angry. I was happy He told me not to get too complacent, and didn’t dare to think about it anymore. I was afraid that an answer would pop up in my heart, telling me some facts that I couldn’t accept, and telling me not to do this again. Stubbornly lying to myself...
Then he ran back to the room and put on a pair of underwear again, and stayed in my room for a long time when he came back. He sat on my bed and we talked a lot. Comrade, I don’t know much about things, such as bear slices, and he is so excited to tell me that he can’t stop until he forgets everything just now, until he starts to get carried away again, until he is so teased Laughing happily until sleepy eyes gradually fell asleep...