After the Honest Man Was Entangled by the Evil Infant []

"Evil Infant" ——Mommy, Mommy, Mommy... I often have hallucinations recently. I hear someone close their lips and slowly say the word "Mommy" from the tip of their tongue. The long and slender tongue coming out of the lips seems to be licking my auricle, making it wet. So I made an appointment with the best psychiatric doctor in Beijing for treatment. The doctor sat in front of me and carefully read through my information, raised his head, pushed up his glasses, and asked me: "Madam, according to the information, your family has no history of hereditary mental illness, and there has been no major mood swings in recent days... Madam? Are you listening? Madam?" The doctor asked me for a long time before I finally heard what he said. At this moment, the longing in my eyes almost spread out of my eyes, turning into a few tears that were easily licked away. I begged the doctor: "Doctor, help me, something is really wrong with me." The doctor pushed up his glasses again: "Then please tell me what's wrong." I looked deeply at the doctor and said, "I saw a long-haired man wearing a pure black tight-fitting dress. He was smiling at me. His eyes were green, but without light, like unpolished emeralds. The exposed skin was pale, as if he had just crawled out after being soaked in the river for many years. His hair was astonishingly long, his eyebrows were long and thin, his thin lips were bright red, and under his eyes..." Before he finished speaking, the doctor interrupted: "Is it just the appearance? For example, what is he doing?" I looked at those dark and seductive eyes, swallowed my throat, and said warmly: "Now, he is sitting on your head, with his slender legs crossed, bending over to hold my head with his hands, his fingers should be pressing my ears, his extremely beautiful facial features are twisted with jealousy, and he is stretching out his thin and bright red tongue to curl my eyelashes while talking." The man who spoke was so handsome that he looked like the baby I picked up before when he grew up. His long eyebrows drooped pitifully, and he said gloomily: "Mommy, I am your flesh and blood, your flesh and blood, your only... Lover, why do you want to separate from me? Did I do something bad? Go home, I will do a good job." The doctor couldn't hear or see his excitement. I was so stiff that I didn't dare to breathe. Because he did a good job, and I can't stand the good stuff. (Usage Guide Mommy-type honest guy vs. Pretty bad guy Fafafafa It should be a short story of ten or two hundred thousand words. Copywriting record: 2026.5.10, Left on Weibo) Intention: None yet