Zhu Yu naturally wanted to restore his memory.
It was for this reason that he agreed to let Lin Suicao perform the so-called experiential therapy on himself.
From the time he was discharged from the hospital until now, she was the only one who could easily stimulate the recovery of a large number of memories.
Although this "Pygmalion Game" smells unreliable, the initiative of where to touch is in your own hands, and the other party also specifically emphasized that there should be no unhealthy situation, so it should not end badly. .
More importantly, even though he no longer discussed the topic of claiming to be his girlfriend, he always wanted to know what happened in the past after he reconciled with Suicao.
"If I tell you directly what happened before, it will only trigger the symptoms of severe headache again, right?"
Lin Suicao analyzed calmly, "So the choice whether you want to retrieve your memory through this method or not is up to you."
"It's just to help you with your mental issues."
The girl said softly, once again giving herself a reason to touch the other person.
"……good."
So, the game officially begins.
"index finger."
"hair."
The two of them simultaneously named the parts of the other person's body that they wanted to compliment in the first round.
"You really have the intention of cheating."
Lin Suicao motioned for him to lower his head, put the palm of his left hand on the boy's hard hair, and scratched it like a dog.
At the same time, Zhu Yu held the fingers of her right hand.
"There's no rule that says you can't separate your fingers to count, right?"
The slender and flexible index finger is pressed against the palm of the hand, as if holding a quill, gently scratching the skin.
Zhu Yu honestly expressed his feelings.
"A quill? What a bad metaphor."
Lin Suicao was noncommittal and scratched his hair again, making the originally neat short hair fluffy. "The hair is a bit hard, but it feels comfortable to touch."
"Didn't you agree to praise the other person?"
"This is a compliment. Besides, you can't repeat the same parts again."
A temporary rule was added...but it's reasonable.
"hair."
"Right hand."
This time it was Zhu Yu's turn to perform the behavior she did in the last round, and Lin Suicao meekly lowered her head.
His blow-dried hair flowed down in a streamlined shape and fell down on his shoulders.
Catch the ends of the hair first.
Then slide your palm into it, bury it in the ink cloud, and move upward.
The bright hair was separated by five fingers and passed between the fingers.
It feels refreshing and comfortable, and the blue hair is like silk.
"It's long and pretty, and feels comfortable to the touch."
But Zhu Yu just complimented him flatly and raised his free right hand to shake hands.
The left hand slides up and down along the long lead-colored hair, just like smoothing the hair of a cat or dog.
She didn't know how Lin Suicao felt, but she tightened her grip on the tiger's mouth and narrowed her eyes.
She must be enjoying the process of caressing.
Then, she also praised his advantages such as his generous and warm hands.
When Zhu Yu touched the top of his head, he rubbed his head from side to side, his hair tickling his palms.
Is this coquettish?
He subconsciously looked at her face and found that she still had a cold expression.
In the following rounds, the two of them tacitly shifted their focus to their hands.
The palm and the back of the hand are in contact with each other, the fingers are entangled and stuck in the gaps, and the nails occasionally scratch the skin.
Also give the other person compliments.
As social animals, everyone has the need to be praised and recognized.
When your own value is affirmed, you will hope to meet the expectations of those who affirm it. This is the so-called Pygmalion effect.
Even if it’s appearance value—no, precisely because of appearance value, being praised by a fellow visual animal makes you feel even more joyful.
In addition, people will secrete oxytocin and endorphins when touching each other, which creates a sense of comfort due to the brain's reward mechanism, so handshakes and hugs are widely used as symbols of friendship.
Moving from the slender fingertips to the soft arms, over the shoulders and slender neck, and finally reaching the cheeks.
Avoiding the lips and eyes that cannot be touched, his fingers traced the small bridge of the nose and the forehead covered by bangs.
The more you are touched, the more you want to touch others.
The more you are praised, the more you want to cater to the other person.
What appears in the living room at this moment is the infinite double helix that becomes more comfortable.
But after avoiding unsound options, there are actually surprisingly few parts of the human body.
"Left foot."
"Lower belly."
Lin Suicao smiled contemptuously, with a faint red color on his cheeks: "Have you finally started to move in the direction of perversion?"
"I didn't touch the waist and abdomen because you were ticklish."
He wants to protect his reputation.
Putting aside the influence of Internet memes, feet are not actually a particularly private part in modern society.
Yes, that must be the case.
Lin Suicao sat over, bent his legs and lifted his feet from the light blue slippers onto the sofa.
Because he had taken a shower, he was not wearing socks. Faint veins could be seen on the snow-white feet, and the soles of the feet were rosy.
Zhu Yu bowed slightly and picked up the left one.
Hold the ankle with your left hand and support the heel with your right hand. You can see the arch of the foot curling up slightly.
The toenails are trimmed into rounded and neat arcs, slightly pale pink, and underneath are small toes like pebbles on the lakeside.
But if you describe it like this, there is always a feeling that your life will be over.
As he was organizing his words, he felt a pressure in his abdomen.
Suicao raised his right foot and stepped on the lower abdomen where she had just recited.
So, does this count as touching?
"Because it's very troublesome to reach out now."
She explained, pushing a little harder.
"Don't take the opportunity to kick someone in the stomach."
"If you want to kick him down, you won't have to use just this much strength."
Lin Suicao changed the position of his feet several times like a cat stepping on milk.
Zhu Yu does not have six angular abdominal muscles, but he has a well-proportioned figure and tight skin, and there is no excess fat on his lower abdomen. He has a solid tactile feedback when he steps on it.
"Lay down on the ground and let me step on you again."
That's what she said.
"I reject."
This person's character is really twisted and bad!
"By the way, where's your compliment?"
Lin Suicao seemed to be very curious, "To my feet."
"Ling Bo takes a slight step, but his stockings produce dust."
Zhu Yu's expression was dead.
"hehe."
The pressure in the abdomen is increasing.
He sighed: "It's so beautiful and graceful that it makes me forget to eat."
To use a famous quote from a writer surnamed Yu, if people eat one more meal of rice, then having people eat one less meal should have similar effects.
Although the passage he cited was incorrect, the Pygmalion game continued to the next round.
Then trace the arc of each other's legs along each other's legs.
When his palms moved up against the girl's white and soft calves, Suicao's breathing quickened a bit, and he subconsciously closed his slender legs.
But it was originally agreed that it would not be unsound.
Before reaching further inside, pull your palms away from the warm body.
Lin Suicao uncrossed his legs in a daze.
Yes, touching each other is such a comforting thing.
The upper limbs, lower limbs, and face can no longer be repeated, so the only thing left is——
"Back."
"Back."
Two different voices overlapped.
So far, this is the first time two people have called out the same part.
"You turn around first, or should I turn around first?"
Because of the series of actions just now, Zhu Yu also felt that the temperature on his face was rising.
No, it wasn't the body temperature, but the entire living room seemed to have turned into a slightly warm space, evaporating human rationality.
Familiar snowflakes appear in front of my eyes from time to time, which is a sign that my memory is about to flash back.
This experiential therapy seems to be working.
"Turn around?"
The girl weakly raised two fingers and made a cross gesture, "No, the rules emphasize [simultaneity]."
There are only two rules of the game.
Name any part of the other person's body, touch it, and then compliment it.
Both parties must perform this act simultaneously.
Later, rules were added that it should not contain imperfections and should not be repeated.
So, they touch each other's full back at the same time.
There is only one way to satisfy this requirement.
As if he had expected it, Lin Suicao sat up straight and spread his hands towards him.
"Give me a hug, brother."
——Zhu Yu’s thoughts finally returned to the scene at the beginning.
A hug is the largest body surface area contact, and the brain instinctively sets it up as a pleasant experience.
The aroma of shampoo lingering in the long black hair was the same bottle he was also using.
The familiar taste is like a sweet quagmire, tempting people to immerse themselves in the luscious atmosphere.
Lin Suicao's body temperature is on the cooler side. In the season when the temperature has not yet dropped, the skin-to-skin feeling is quite comfortable.
Unlike her stern appearance, her body is actually very soft, forming a sharp contrast.
The bulge at the chest unfortunately does not hold up a large gap, but it also allows the two sides to fit closer together.
But their goal should not be to play a hug game.
The hand that reaches around the thin back holds the position above the tailbone.
Perhaps because she used a little too much force, the girl who felt the pressure behind her stood up on tiptoes from her slippers and leaned forward slightly.
Next, slide your palms along the direction of your spine from bottom to top.
Similarly, a similar itching feeling came from Zhu Yu's back.
Like a snake climbing up the spine or an electric current spreading from the back.
By pressing his hands on his vest, he could feel Lin Suicao's body shaking slightly.
Okay, just brag about something next and you can skip this round——
"ear."
He heard a sound coming from the mouth of the girl he was holding.
No, now we should praise each other, then separate from each other, and proceed to the next round——
The pinna of the ear was swept by some moist object, and tiny goosebumps appeared on the neck due to the sudden stimulation.
Her hands were still folded behind his back, so now there was a problem.
What did she touch his ear with?
The touch, reminiscent of a mollusk, struck again, circling the earlobe, and repeated itself again.
"ear."
If you cannot repeat the words you have said, the game should be terminated.
But the snowflakes have flooded the entire world in front of me, my brain is in dull pain, and things are abstracted into weird shapes.
"ear."
He read Lin Suicao's words and gently pinched her crystal clear earlobe.
Soon, it became red and hot as if it was congested.
As if in retaliation, Zhu Yu's earlobe felt a sharp sting, and he was wrapped in a moist and warm space, only to be spit out after a while.
"hair."
This time she didn't even touch Zhu Yu's hair, she just urged her to repeat, "Hair."
"hair."
The hand he reached behind his back was smoothly inserted into the shiny and soft black hair again, stroking upwards.
After reaching the top of his head, Lin Suicao turned his head left and right, rubbing the palm of his hand constantly.
"Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, touch your head, touch your head, touch your head, touch your head..."
Her face had lost its cold expression, her eyes were blank as if they had lost focus, and she was pronouncing illogical words like a broken repeater.
Zhu Yu is not the only one whose rationality is gradually melting away.
It is no longer a game of "telling others' body parts, touching and praising them", but a game of Zhu Yu obeying Lin Suicao's control and stroking her hair.
She really liked having her head stroked.
He should have stepped on the brakes, but now he seemed to have drunk a very strong drink. His consciousness gradually fell into a dark vortex and was stirred into a turbid and colorless mess.
It's as if the body has been developed into a conditioned reflex, listening to the guidance of that voice to pursue things that make it feel comfortable.
Zhu Yu said: "Teeth."
Because he instinctively felt that he had just been bitten again.
Although I don't know why, there is still anger rising deep in the already chaotic brain.
The biting murderer opened his mouth obediently, revealing his white and neat teeth.
First use your index finger to forcefully pry open the seal on your lips, and then rub them one by one.
Fourteen on the top, fourteen on the bottom, no wisdom teeth.
He tapped the crown and gradually traced the shape of the murder weapon to the point where evidence could be collected.
The water made a slurping sound as the index finger moved, and Lin Suicao's cheeks showed an abnormal flush. In order to facilitate the detective's investigation, he raised his head and let his fingers go deeper.
The originally straight legs seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the body, and they were slightly separated from the calves. The long hair swayed back and forth as the body trembled.
Zhu Yu had almost finished counting the murder weapons, but there was an annoying pink tongue that kept disturbing her fingers.
Angrily, he pressed his fingertips against the coating of his tongue to stop it from moving.
At this moment, Lin Suicao's body almost bounced like a bowstring that was tightened and then suddenly released.
The smooth girl's belly contracted inwards, and a large amount of saliva filled her throat.
If both of them were still conscious, they should both understand that this was a precursor to the vomiting reaction.
Fortunately, Zhu Yu finally counted the number of murder weapons and pulled out his wet index finger. Then the saliva that was rising up was unblocked and smoothly overflowed from the corners of his mouth, leaving little traces on the ground. .
He looked at his fingers, thinking like a philosopher in a daze.
Yes, there is nothing wrong with wanting to be affirmed, wanting to touch others and pursuing a comfortable feeling.
Isn’t it nice to give someone a hug? This is what is called a loving hug.
The number of snowflakes is still increasing, and the outside world seems to have completely turned into a strange shape, but it doesn't matter anymore.
There's no way to go back like this.
When Zhu Yu was about to meet the ending of the novel's heroine, the voice of justice rang out on the coffee table.
The cell phone he had just placed there was like the spider thread that Buddha threw into the Abi Hell, buzzing and vibrating with ringtones that destroyed the atmosphere.
Xia Fenghe called at this slightly later time than usual.
