His voice was very nice, but he was a little dumb and asked softly: "Is there any medicine that can be relaxed? In normal condition, I may not want to talk about it."

His tone is very natural.

The psychiatrist has bowed slightly.

As a doctor, I have seen many patients, and most of my patients have secrets that are hard to say. This is normal. But when it comes to secrets, so frankly asking for drugs, this child is the first.

She said: "Yes, wait a moment."

When the doctor took the syringe, the teenager coveted the sleeves and showed the white wrists. The color was dazzling and fragile, revealing a kind of milky hair.

After the injection of the drug, the other person hangs his eyes, and the eyelashes are like the wings of a butterfly.

“Do you feel better?” the doctor asked.

The other party nodded, and the long eyelashes were slightly draped to cover the eyes, which seemed to be a little sleepy.

"Then let's get started." The doctor tried to use a gentle and gentle tone. "Your mother didn't tell me what you want to consult. Now you can ask. I will keep all our conversations confidential."

The other party did not seem to hear the same, coveted for a long time, said: "I like men."

A psychiatrist.

When the teenager said this sentence, there was no expression and a very peaceful attitude. It was just that face was pale and fragile like a beautiful porcelain doll.

My business does not involve homosexuality, but the other party should start with this sentence and there should be something else to say. So the doctor nodded and smiled softly: "Are you worried about this?"

"Don't worry," the boy shook his head. "I think so... very good."

The doctor licked her lips slightly strangely.

She carefully poured the glass of water and placed it on the young man's hand before continuing: "Why do you feel good? The social environment is so harsh and there are many difficulties."

The opposite boy slightly tightened his fingers, and the knuckles were icy white. It looked like a sleepy and pitiful milk cat. His fingers tightened repeatedly, and finally he gently opened his lips. The sound line was almost whispered.

"I... when I was young. Seven years old, eight years old, I forgot... After a small alley, a drunk woman stopped me, she was very, she was disgusting..."

The teenager's fingertips have a whiter color.

The psychiatrist was shocked and quickly put the sound softer. "Relax, nothing, now you are in my office, you are safe."

The milk cat has eyelashes, no expression, and the fingers are still clenched. I replied faintly: "I know."

He seems to be very calm.

The psychiatrist was slightly relieved, but still had some concerns. Q: "Do you still need to inject drugs?"

The other party shook his head slightly.

"So, you continue," the psychiatrist cautiously said, "She... hurts you?"

She looked at the teenager opposite.

He looks so beautiful, white and cute, the collarbone is nice at the collar, and there is a sense of tenderness in the milk. It is conceivable that this child must be as beautiful as an angel when he was a child, pure and dust-free.

“No.” The other party pulled the lips slightly, his face pale and transparent, and he hanged his eyelashes.

"I was scared, touched the tiles, and licked her head... She bleeds, but I am still very scared. I used that thing and smashed her a lot... a lot of blood, I feel terrible, too very disgusting……"

In the quiet alley, the woman who is soaring.