That night, at the Never Sleep Cinema in the city center, Song Xue and I walked out holding hands. Jiangyuan City was brightly lit at night, and the neon lights were colorful, making the cool night particularly beautiful.

Under the night, I looked at Song Xue's delicate and beautiful face and couldn't help but kiss her deeply. Song Xue closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembled gently, and she accepted my kiss...

We soon came to a small hotel. We hugged each other tightly, almost crushing each other. I kissed her snow-white neck, tall chest, and touched her big hands on her waist and fat buttocks, patting her gently, making a crisp sound, which was particularly pleasant.

Finally, I spread her legs apart and stared at her most mysterious area carefully. Song Xue shyly covered her eyes, but I took away her snow-white jade arms and supported her head with a pillow, allowing her to watch herself as I entered...

All of this is so real. I was immersed in this joy of fusion of soul and flesh, but my brain was in a daze, feeling that all this was too real, too real, so that it was really too false.

During this period, every night, I have nightmares.

I had a ridiculous dream.

I dreamed that after my plane crashed, we were not saved, but fell on a deserted island. On the deserted island, we did not wait for rescue, but encountered all kinds of strange things and struggled to survive on the deserted island.

In the end, I actually had sex with many beautiful women, including Sister Liu, female teachers, foreign female doctors, etc.

To be honest, I dare not talk to Song Xue about this dream. If she knew about it, she would have to ignore me for a few days?

But sometimes, those dreams are so real that I almost think that my life is the dream now, which makes me feel very scary.

I think I might be sick.

As time goes by, I become more and more uncomfortable, almost unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and I feel particularly painful every day. The life and memories on the deserted island constantly destroy my heart, making me unable to work, and even a huge sense of suffocation oppresses me, making me manic to escape from this city...

My relationship with Song Xue is getting worse and worse. I always suspect that she is a non-existent person. Occasionally, I accidentally showed a cold look to her, which made Song Xue very heartbroken. She also began to doubt me. She felt that I had cheated.

Moreover, recently I found that Song Xue spent less and less time at home, and occasionally she would not return late at night.

Once, on the street, I saw her behave intimately with a man with a scar on his face and a savage man.

I had a painful guess that her relationship with the savage was probably abnormal. I felt that she and I were separated from each other and that they were not far away.

I really couldn't stand this mental torture, so I secretly went to see the psychologist.

The doctor is a very beautiful woman. Her surname is Yang. She wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She gives people a very rational feeling. Her eyes are beautiful and deep, making people quiet.

There was a butterfly tattoo vaguely around Dr. Yang's snow-white neck, extending all the way to her clothes. I couldn't help but think that Dr. Yang took off his clothes and this butterfly tattoo should make her look very sexy.

I briefly talked to her about my dreams and experiences.

Originally, I didn't want to talk about me and those women in my dreams. After all, it was very embarrassing to talk about these things to such a beautiful woman, but Dr. Yang smiled at me gently, asking me not to have a psychological burden and tell her what she had.

At first I was a little unwilling to let go, but when I saw that Dr. Yang did not mean to laugh at me, I gradually started talking about it.

But after talking for a while, I felt something was wrong. Dr. Yang didn't know what was wrong. His face was very red and his eyes were a little blurred. He kept asking me about those very detailed parts.

I think this is wrong. If I were a woman and a man, it would have constituted harassment, right?

I don’t know what my mind is, but I didn’t expose her for a while, but just continued to tell my pleasure and fear. After a while, Dr. Yang’s pretty face was flushed and his head was covered with fine beads of sweat. She looked at me with spring eyes.

We looked at each other and suddenly became silent. We breathed rapidly and our eyes were straight. I took the lead in taking action, reached out to hug Dr. Yang, and kissed her fiercely. My big hand quickly tore open her doctor's uniform, and a beautiful body like a little Aries appeared in front of me.

Her body is very symmetrical, with tall peaks, strong and flat waist, and slender and round legs, like an exquisite work of art. The sexy tattoo on her neck extends to the two bright red spots on her peaks, which is sexy and fatal.

I stroked her body with my strange hand, and we were about to get together fiercely, but at this time, I became sick again, and some pictures suddenly flashed through my mind.

In those scenes, Dr. Yang was lying in the grass covered in blood, and then he was struggling in the simple cave and grass nest, tortured by illness.

Finally, she turned into a pale and ferocious corpse, which I buried in the pit bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. I erected a tombstone for her, with fear and guilt...

On a deserted island, I once saved a woman who escaped from the indigenous prisoners. Later, she did not wake up until she died of illness. We don’t know her name, because she had a tattoo of butterfly on her neck and chest, so she was called a butterfly by us.

Dr. Yang in front of me suddenly coincided with the face of the woman called butterfly in my dream, which made me feel extremely frightened. I really didn't have the mood to continue doing that kind of thing.

I left the clinic like a fleeing, ran wildly on the crowded streets, crossing the road with traffic several times, and almost killed by a car.

Dr. Yang called me several times and asked me to go back for treatment. I ignored her and even hung up the phone.

But what I didn't expect was that she even called my dad.

I vaguely heard Dr. Yang and my dad say that I was extremely sad because of my girlfriend's cheating and suffered a big blow, so I got schizophrenia.

She said, I always fantasize about being in a deserted island and having sex with a group of women. This is to satisfy my revenge mentality for my girlfriend. In my dream, Song Xue was violated by a savage and then committed suicide, which was also out of revenge.

Also, I am still a very dangerous unstable factor now. I am a potential rapist who hates women very much because I once touched her and almost raped her. She suspected that I would do the same thing to other women.

This is simply nonsense!

This woman actually slandered me as a lunatic?

She is really a psychiatrist? Her explanation seems to make some sense, but I only feel so funny when I hear it. These dreams of my desert islands were clearly something I had before I was with Song Xue!

But, I don't believe it's useless.

Everyone in this world thought I was crazy, and even my dad didn't believe me. In the end, he found someone to catch me in tears. I was locked up in Jiangyuan City Third Mental Hospital...

I thought this hospital was the cemetery where I buried me, but later I realized that this was the beginning of my journey to find the truth, and I would never surrender...
Chapter completed!