An Qiu

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I comforted me and said, "Be mentally prepared. You found out that it was a prosthetic leg that day. If you disliked it, you would have disliked it long ago. Why don't you believe me?"

He shook his head, buried his head in my neck like an ostrich, and said in a muffled voice, "It's not that I don't believe you... It's that I don't have confidence... After I was injured, I didn't let outsiders see my body."

I stroked his back, and his back was so thin that it bulged. "It's okay, it's okay."

He slowed down for a long time, struggled in his heart, and breathed out: "I always have to face..." He looked up, looked at me and said, "If you are afraid to tell the truth, don't lie to me."

He asked me to close my eyes, but I could only hear the sound. After waiting for a while, I heard him whisper: "You... open your eyes..."

I dated An Qiu with a playful mentality, but I was still quite shocked when I saw his body.His right leg disappeared at the root, and a red scar stretched down to his waist.There is only half of the thigh left on the left leg. It may be that the prosthesis is often stressed, and the front end has been worn out, leaving many old scars.

He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at me. He pressed his palms on the stump, trying to hide his ugly legs as much as possible.

Looking at the half person in my arms, it is a lie to say that I am not afraid. I admit that I am young and have never seen the world. I have never seen this kind of disability.

I looked at his face as much as possible, ignoring his disability, and duplicity: "How can I despise you, and you don't want to be like this."

He raised his head, with tears in the corners of his eyes, smiled through his tears, and whispered, "Thank you."

Seeing his lowered eyebrows, curled eyelashes, and tears in his eyes, he felt even more innocent.Suddenly, I feel that this man is quite pitiful, so pitiful that people want to love him.

We kissed in the bathtub, got used to his incompleteness, touched the soft stump of his right leg, and it felt good, a little fresh.

He hung around my neck like a koala, and sighed: "I really envy your long legs. I used to have long legs too."

We fell on the bed, I pressed him forcefully, bit the base of his ear and said: "I'll go in, you don't mind."

He pursed his lips and shook his head, his tense body revealing his nervousness.

I said, "Haven't you done it for a long time?"

He nodded, turned his face away, and said, "It's been three years since I was injured, and I've been abstinent for three years. I'm a little nervous..." As he spoke, half of his left leg trembled. Soaked out a layer of sweat.

I hugged him, pressed his leg lightly with my body, and said, "Don't be nervous, close your eyes, I won't hurt you."

I lowered my head and wrapped my tongue around his chest. He had been abstinent for a long time, and his body trembled like an electric shock.

He gritted his teeth tightly, half of his left leg twitched and trembled, as careless as I was, I also noticed the abnormality.

"What's wrong? You look hurt?" I asked.

His head was covered with sweat, and he trembled a little when he spoke: "Old problem, my leg hurts. It's okay, I can bear it, come on."