Touch someone's desire
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In the elegant and generous psychological consultation room, a man with long hair and shoulders sat on a leather sofa with a relaxed expression. His slim cut light colored suit outlined his slender figure, and his handsome face wore a light, slightly playful smile.
"Skin thirst." The man's charming and colorful eyes looked at the meticulous and clean man sitting in front of him - Song Chengran.
Song Chengran did not refute the man, just looked back at him calmly.
The man saw that Song Chengran had no reaction and continued, "Due to the extreme lack of parental care during childhood, Dr. Song developed skin thirst."
Song Chengran's eyelashes trembled and his voice was deep and powerful. "Here, I am your patient," he said
"Okay, my patient." The man didn't feel angry about Song Chengran's interruption, and the playfulness on his lips didn't diminish. "With this condition, you are actually becoming less and less fond of interacting with others. Psychologically, you are restraining your desire to touch someone else's skin, and you don't want them to touch you. Over time, it becomes a pathological and serious cleanliness obsession."
"Song Chengran, you have so many symptoms," the man curled his lips and smiled.
"Song Chengran looked up and stabbed at him with one eye, warning him in a low voice, 'Su Lang.'"
The man known as Su Lang immediately closed his mouth and made a zipper action with his hand, indicating that he was no longer talkative. But the next second, he started saying again, "You haven't talked to me for two years, why are you dating me again these days? Is it possible that your cleanliness obsession has become a p*****t?"
Song Chengran shook his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at the cup of black coffee in front of the table. "It's skin thirst," he said
"Hmm?" Su Lang was surprised by this answer, "Your desire to touch others is getting stronger and stronger?"
"To be precise, it's the desire to touch someone," Song Chengran said as he looked at the faint white smoke wafting out of the black coffee
Su Lang became increasingly surprised, almost unable to maintain his unique composure as a famous psychological counselor in front of friends for many years. "Are you saying that you have fallen in love with women?"
"No, it's not."
"So, is it a man?!"
Before Song Chengran could answer, Su Lang's expression became very aggrieved. "Song Chengran, since you like men, why don't you choose me first? You get the moon first when you're close to water."
Song Chengran choked silently, picked up his black coffee and took a sip before continuing, "That person is my wife."
"It turns out to be a woman, that's good." Su Lang just took a breath and was startled to jump up from the sofa. "Are you married? You haven't contacted me for two years, so as soon as you come, tell me you're married!"
Song Chengran was obviously accustomed to Su Lang's fuss, "Yes."
"Surprisingly, it's my rival!" Su Lang gritted his teeth. Although he is a man, he always likes to pester Song Chengran during his academic career. Due to her rather feminine personality, she has attracted many malicious gazes.
At that time, only Song Chengran was special. Although he is cold towards Su Lang, he is extremely cold towards everyone. Su Lang's head was hot, and he felt that he had a cool personality and was good at learning, so he kept running behind him.
Although Su Lang is a gay, he does regard Song Chengran as his true friend, even though he jokes a lot.
"Su Lang, be serious," Song Chengran warned him again
"Cough cough." Su Lang deliberately cleared his throat before putting on a serious look. "You can tell me."
Song Chengran briefly explained the events of the past few days, and Su Lang's expression became increasingly ugly as he listened. "You, Song Chengran, are you good? With your little wife, I've been letting her go for six months. These past few days, I've had a good shot?"
Song Chengran frowned and said, "She didn't do it voluntarily, I r***d her."
When it comes to the term r**e, Song Chengran feels a bit unnatural. He didn't expect that one day he could also be related to this term.
Su Lang almost burst into laughter and said, "Maybe it's because your technical skills are not up to par, and the little girl doesn't want it, right?"
Song Chengran didn't know if his skills were bad, he only remembered that night when Lin An always said it hurt. His skills should be considered poor.
"Tsk tsk." Su Lang looked at Song Chengran with disdain. "Since she's your wife, isn't it free for you to touch and do anything you want? Why don't you leave it untouched?"
Song Chengran's eyes flowed, black as a deep pool.
He didn't approach Lin An because he was afraid she would know his humble and ugly secrets, his dark childhood, and his constant desire to touch the human body. This desire tormented him day after day, year after year.
When he was also in high school, he had a crush on a girl. He touched her arm skin too many times, so much so that the girl noticed his abnormality.
Song Chengran no longer dared to approach people too closely. Only as a doctor in adulthood, working day and night, could he dispel his unattractive thoughts.
He is even more afraid that his illness will be discovered by others. If he tries to accept Lin An, and Lin An also finds out his unknown secret through contact with him, he despises leaving
Song Chengran bit his back teeth, his eyes becoming even darker in color.
Su Lang is a psychologist and the only person who understands his background. He observed Song Chengran's expression and couldn't help but smile, "Why don't you try to accept your wife? She should like you."
"No." Song Chengran pursed his thin lips and clenched his hand on his knee, "She already wants to divorce me now."
"Sleeping trough?"
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