Psychological Control

"Come in and have a drink?" After the filming, I rejected Jonathan's suggestion of having dinner with the excuse of being afraid of your lover's jealousy, and returned to me in Pa with Chris who said he had nowhere to go Small apartment for rent in La Atu.

"No ... no need ..." Chris has been at a loss since he stepped into this small apartment. "Oh ... just a glass of water!"

I put down my bag and looked at him with a smile, then turned around and took a glass and filled it with water. When I reached him, my hand holding the cup couldn't help but tremble. Because I found out that this cleaned cup was used by David before, and he washed it and put it there. And I haven't had time to deal with it.

"Thank you." Chris had red ears because of nervousness, and didn't notice that I was wrong. He deliberately turned his gaze and took the cup from me.

"So you signed up for the survivors?" Chris asked, still incredulously, after sitting down.

On the way back, I told him what I would do next. But he was a little confused about what I wanted to do in another reality show, after all, in his opinion, modeling is my profession.

I shrugged and sat opposite him, sitting at the small dining table face to face with him. "Yes, didn't I retire for the National Supermodel Contest for personal reasons? So participating in the survivors is my next step."

"Why ?!" Chris asked stubbornly.

"For visibility, and for the survivor's last million dollar bonus," I answered, true or false. "Don't worry, I will also take jobs in magazine prints and the like in the near future. But because of my academic problems, I may not be able to run the catwalk shows around the world like you."

Chris failed to sign a model company after the National Supermodel Contest, but he also signed a not bad agency. Recently, he has been running the show with the resources in the hands of his agent, taking pictures of print magazines.

"But I heard that the survivors are very hard ..." Chris said entangledly. "Participants will lose dozens of pounds when they return, which is too bad for your health."

"But I really want to have that experience once." I smiled and moved my face closer to Chris, staring at his ice-blue iris up close. "The wildness that cannot be experienced in modern cities is also accompanied by the social rules of intrigue. This excites me more than those extreme sports."

I tilted my head to Chris's ears, who were stiff, "Don't you come back with me and also want to try an experience that you haven't had before? ..." The epilogue disappeared quietly.

I don't know what happened to me, it might be David's business, or other pressures such as the beginning of school and meeting with Neal Cavary. I suddenly wanted to tease Chris like this.

If it was me before, I would definitely dare not go any further because I was worried about hurting our feelings. I may be careful about temptations, and wait until I know what the other person is saying before I can say it clearly.

But now I, because of the influence of Brian's personality traits, I can care nothing about the other person's feelings, selfish and self-wanting things develop with my thoughts.

I heard Chris breathing faster and heavier, his horns leaving a drop of sweat, apparently not too hot. His eyes closed slightly, his eyelashes fluttered one by one because of tension, and he slowly raised his left hand to his face, stroking my jaw and side neck.

"Brian ... you ... have you always been so direct? ..." Chris's voice became hoarse, and the hands stroking my face to the neck gradually became stronger.

I chuckled a little, which made his tense movement rigid, and I pulled his other hand over my waist and sat across him. "Maybe you're asking me, do you often do the same for many other men?" My questioning made Chris' body stiff and his look clear.

I ignored his eagerness to explain, and skillfully supported the body with the strength of his legs to prevent his weight from falling completely on him. Then accompanied by the silent dance music in my mind, twisting the body to dance a slow and full of tension.

"I! ... I didn't mean that ..." Chris raised his head impatiently and opened his eyes wide at me, and then he saw my move, his face rose instantly and his eyes were stunned, only stunned Looking up at me sitting across him from below.

"No amount, Chris." I put my hands that were originally back to my head as I danced, resting on his shoulders and twitching his neck. "At least these years, you were the first man to make me think of it."

The completely unexpected answer completely stopped Chris, watching him blankly under my guidance. This feeling of dominating myself also slightly reduced my panic in my heart.

I didn't lie. Because, Chris is indeed the first man in five years that made me think.

His character seemed so simple, but he was not completely spotless. He allows me to take the initiative when I get along with him, without being restrained. But it will not be too easy for people to manipulate and make me lose interest.

Since I was reborn on Brian's body five years ago, my demand for Takahashi has fallen a lot. Maybe it's because of the metamorphosis that made me die and live, the invasion before my death, or maybe Brian's relationship as a heterosexual sexual orientation. All in all, I have unconsciously become a little bit cold in these years.

I do n’t have a need for Sanshenggu. I do n’t talk about finding a partner, even if I do it myself, it rarely happens. Sometimes because of part-time work, I don't remember it for ten days and a half months.

But David's incident reminded me of the accident that killed me. It was as if David's stimulus had broken the balance, and I felt that I still had emotional rejoicing and fear, which made me have accumulated a shadow of almost five years in my heart, and dilute it with a cry of collapse. In this way, the senses of the whole body are also opened.

It's like living alive again.

Unconsciously, we moved into the bedroom. I fell into bed with Chris in my arms. Chris knelt on the bed, straightened up and took off his shirt, and with a smile on the corner of my mouth he unbuttoned him.

Chris took off his clothes and kept his eyes on my every move. He looked like a very hungry young wolf at this time, the look of his first prey. Anxious but also cautious, the whole body's vigilance stood up, and his eyes were full of Gu Gaowang.

He pressed against me, holding his hands on the sides of my head, looking down at me from top to bottom.

Suddenly I felt uncomfortable. I twisted my eyebrows and pushed myself out of him. I leaned against the bed. I smiled embarrassedly under the stare of Chris' confusion and red eyes because of impulse.

"Sorry, Chris ..." I put my tongue out and licked my dry lips. "I think I may still be a bit uncomfortable in the lower position."

This is deceiving. In the past, although I could be regarded as a double plug, I was more willing to make a lower position that can wait for someone to serve as long as I have a good posture.

But even the death accident, the psychological shadow that brought me gradually faded. But today, I still can't easily put myself in the bottom. The reflexive aversion reappeared the moment Chris pressed it up. Maybe there is still a lot of work to do to guide yourself. But with this opportunity, it may become a breakthrough.

Chris was at a loss for a moment, and he opened his mouth and sat there for a while. "I ... I'm sorry ... I'm just used to it ..." He winked, then quickly overthrew himself before he said, "No! I ... Actually I don't mind ... below ..."

That last sentence made him all red, from his ears to below his neck. I was dispelled by the shadow for a while, and I was picked up because of seeing the sweaty little wolf like Chris.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you clearly beforehand," I smiled and reached out and touched his head, and the tide was sweating. "But if you don't mind below, it's even better. After all, you've only done it with girls before ..."

I leaned over and pressed his shoulders, and in turn pressed him to the bed.

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"Brian ..." Chris's deep, hoarse voice came suddenly. Interrupted my movement of firing around him.

"Well, how?" My voice answered with a smile, and his foreplay was so pleasant.

"Do you want to know what I think now?" Chris didn't turn his head, just stared straight into the air in front of him.

Even though I was very happy, it seemed to be serious to see Chris. I stopped and straightened up, stretched out my hands and rubbed the blonde hair on his head with a smile. "Okay, what do you think?"

I thought he would laugh and talk about my good technique, or deliberately criticize me for caressing him for being too stiff and bad, not as skilled as he was when he was a girl. But he answered me an answer that caught me off guard.

"I think I'm really stuck ..." Chris finally turned his head and looked at me, he looked directly into my eyes and no longer avoided. It seemed that the silence that had been so long just now was to make him courage to say this sentence. "I like you ... no, I'm in love with you. Brian."

My hand stroking his hair stopped and I felt the smile on my face fall. Because of Brian's deep disappointment and sadness, I froze on the spot.

"Chris, your hair is about to be re-dyed. The original color of the hair appears ..." I deliberately thought of him, but the urge and courage to think about it to the end faded at this time. It has to be done clean.

I know that I can't take responsibility for such a serious relationship now, and when I can't make a promise to him, maybe I still don't provoke him anymore. I rolled over from the bed, picked up the clothes on the ground and put on my body.

But Chris is not that easy to give up. He stubbornly continued: "Are you caring about me politely? Brian, do I have no chance?"

This time it was finally my turn to look away. I felt my voice was a little hoarse: "Chris, you don't really know me now. All you know is what I deliberately showed in the supermodel contest. Maybe I'm not the right person for you. "

"But! ..." Chris wanted to say something but was interrupted by me.

"Perhaps I made you fascinate men for the first time, but how do you know that you are not eager for fresh excitement?" For the first time, I said something to Chris that intentionally misled him. "You actually like women, you know that."

"But I really! ..." Chris exclaimed anxiously.

"Shh ..." I pressed his index finger lightly on his mouth, stopping his words. "And for the time being ... or in the past few years, there should be no intention of making a boyfriend. So, sorry ... Chris." 2k novel reading network