The boy stopped swallowing, and he leaned back his head. Before leaving the white bare feet, his tongue deliberately hooked over his toes and toes, and the calves held by the boy couldn't help but tremble. Qing Changye frowned. He didn't like the feeling of being controlled by others in his hands. He said softly: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Of course he knew what the boy's reaction was. Before Carrie left, he noticed that someone outside the door could make the phantom beast have such a big emotional ups and downs, which could only be related to him. Although he didn't know why Carrie did these things at the moment, the witch's purpose was definitely not as simple as she said, but this was an excellent opportunity to leave the phantom beast. A mature S-level phantom beast has the combat power comparable to the highest configuration combat ship. When the phantom beast is completely mature, from the degree of dependence on him and the stubborn personality of the phantom beast itself, it is difficult to leave the other party again. His concepts with the phantom beast are very inconsistent. Whether through observation or Qing Changye's daily temptation of the phantom beast, the results show that he can no longer be entangled with the phantom beast. He will not let him steal time, which is the biggest problem.

The contract proposed by Carrie is a good method. This contract is also called the Bloodline Deed. In the past, such contracts were often made on prisoners of war. The party who controls the contract has absolute control over the contracted party, and the life of the contracted party is connected with the contracted party. If the contracted party dies, the contracted party cannot survive alone. Because the blood red totem will appear on the person who is contracted after the contract is concluded, it is called the Bloodline. Qing Changye did not intend to take the life of the Illusion Beast. He wanted to sign the contract and ordered the Illusion Beast to leave him. Seeing that the Illusion Beast was silent, Qing Changye smiled and said, "It would be better to say unhappy words."

"Aye," the boy finally spoke. He put his waist on his waist and rubbed it, "I want to sleep with you tonight."

"We just started to divide the house yesterday. Are you going to move back today?"

Qing Changye's black eyes bent upwards, his eyelashes closed down, and his tail was like a small hook. He scratched the chin of the phantom beast, as if he was teasing a big dog. Realizing that he was willing to get close to him, the boy happily took a step closer to his wings. He put Qing Changye from head to toe in his dark wings, like hiding a treasure worth a thousand gold. The boy responded softly from his throat.

"Okay, I'll go take a shower first." Qing Changye signaled him to put his wings together. Before leaving the living room, he casually looked at the wooden cup on the coffee table: "By the way, I'll freeze the milk for you, remember to drink it."

The phantom beast likes to drink low-temperature drinks, even in the snowy winter. Qingchangye has a good memory. After making a mistake, he never prepared overheated milk again. The sound of water came from the bathroom. The boy picked up a wooden cup from the table, and two pieces of clear square ice floated in the cup. Whether it was sincere or not, Qingchangye often felt that he valued the details. The boy's caramel-colored eyes flashed a trace of warmth. He lowered his head and touched the edge of the cup. The faint smell of apple mixed in the milk when he entered his mouth. He was stunned. The cup fell on the carpet when he let go.

Qing Changye came out after taking a shower and saw the milk stains on the ground. He wiped his hair while approaching the motionless boy. Given that the boy had a complete supernatural ability, he first asked the boy to freeze the milk liquid, and then used wind elements to clean the broken ice. The boy cleaned the stains on the carpet as he asked. When Qing Changye smiled and said that he was stupid, the boy could no longer help but tremble all over and whispered.

"Aye, Aye... don't..."

"What?"

"No..." He bit his lip and finally lowered his hand weakly: "We will always be together, right?"

Hearing Qing Changye's response, there was a faint crying voice in the boy's voice: "I will never lie to you, nor will I hurt you, you know, right?"

Qing Changye rubbed his head.

That night, the young phantom beast had his first dream in his life. He had never dreamed. He almost thought it was something that happened. He knocked over the milk with the potion like in reality. The difference was that he did not knock the glass of milk down on the carpet, but poured it on the black-haired young man without falling off, just like watering a flower that belonged only to him. Milky white liquid flowed through Qingchangye's face, and gathered into a drop of milk on his pointed jaw. The milk stain made his chest transparent. The first time the boy knew that milk was so compatible with his fair skin. In a daze, the boy felt something had happened to him. He began to be dissatisfied with the liquid being just milk.

When the boy woke up, Qing Changye was looking at the thick liquid on his legs that was about to solidify. He looked at the deep and bright eyes of the phantom beast beside him, until the latter suddenly turned red with his cheeks. Qing Changye glanced at him as if he was smiling: "Grow up."

The boy stared at his every move blankly. He never found that he could see something so clearly, including the other party's slender eyelashes and the eyes of Gutan. Only then did he know how beautiful the people around him were. Even if it was just that glance, it made his heart beat faster and his mind was congested. Before the boy reacted, Qing Changye saw his changes clearly, and he casually said while putting on his clothes.

“It’s so energy.”

"……Feel sorry."

The boy buried his head in the pillow.

But it was such a good-looking person who wanted to kill him. This person lied to him and used the simplest lie to control all his emotions. It was this person who gave him the opportunity to come to the world, and it was this person who built his entire world. Now, Qing Changye is destroying everything he gave him with his own hands.

After everything was over, the boy's voice was hoarse: "Aye, do you have something to do today?"

"No."

"Let's go to the central park to see?" The boy asked carefully: "The government has introduced tropical orchids, and they have held a glass house flower exhibition. A few days ago, many people lined up to see it."

"I've seen orchids many times." The boy lowered his head, looking extremely lost, and looked very dejected like a dog abandoned by his owner. Qing Changye smiled slightly: "Can you go with you and leave after dinner?"

The boy suddenly looked up, and the uncovered joy in his eyes almost overflowed. Qing Changye made breakfast before leaving the villa. His cooking skills were not very good, so he could only be considered a good meal. The boy drank the mixed juice in the cup, and the pleasure disappeared in an instant. He looked at Qing Changye on the other end of the table. The man was drinking black coffee, and his fingers were holding the cup and bent it into an extremely elegant curve. The boy gritted his teeth.

Countless times, just like before, he easily let him go to heaven and to hell.

Wimbleton City is a "8"-shaped structure, which looks a bit like a donut from a high altitude. The central park happens to be at the intersection of the "8". Although the exhibition has been over a week, the citizens' enthusiasm for tropical flowers is far beyond the expectations of the city government, and there are crowds of people coming and going. Qingchangye and the Fantasy Beast are undoubtedly very pleasing to the eye. They are all tall, with long hands and feet, and their facial features are completely different. The eyes that glance from all directions made the boy's back itch. He really wanted to spread his wings and hide the person beside him under his wings. This kind of ** reached its peak after seeing a strange girl chatting with Qingchangye.

"Sir," the young girl ran to them with a blushing face. She pointed to the girls who were smiling in the distance: "Your eyes... they asked me to ask if you have colored contact lenses."

"Not wearing it," Qing Changye smiled at her, "Your eyes are also very beautiful."

"Hair color is also born?" Seeing him nodding, the girl exclaimed: "It's so rare. We haven't seen it before. I'm just betting that you have dyed your hair." She pointed to the orchid beside Qing Changye: "This orchid is called Wandae. Have you seen it before sir? It is said that it is a variety that only exists in Ceylon and is a symbol of the previous federal queen..."

When the boy saw Qing Changye and the girl discussing the types of orchids, he kicked the ground with some depression. The originally colorful tropical orchid became boring in his eyes. After a long time, Qing Changye finally found an excuse to separate from her before the girl's companions arrived. The boy couldn't help but complain: "You can say goodbye to her earlier."

"Treat girls with gentleness," they avoided the crowd and walked into the depths of the flower show. Surprisingly, the orchids here are larger and more rich in color: "If you are a girl, I will also be gentle to you."

"It can be misunderstood if you are too gentle, and it can easily make people sad."

"Don't you think these flowers look very similar to you?" Qing Changye reached out and touched the blue-purple Phalaenopsis next to him. His fingers like mutton fat were indescribable to tempt the orchid. He pulled the Phalaenopsis closer. He was looking at the flowers, but the boy quietly looked at him and the colorful tropical flowers around him: "Feeling, sincere, just..."

He did not finish his words, and the boy seemed to be distracted because of something, and did not ask him about his words. Qing Changye withdrew his hand. His movements were very light to ensure that he would not hurt the flower. The most similar thing about these orchids was that they were only suitable to live in the sun. Leaving this glass room, the coldness and cruelty outside would not make them sad. Qing Changye and the boy were not the same type of people. Although he liked his appearance and his personality, this kind of love could not be the reason why Qing Changye stayed. He was different from the boy. He had a purpose that could not be abandoned, and he understood darkness. Similarly, he also loved darkness.

When he returned to the villa, the sunset was setting in the sky, and the evening clouds gradually moved farther and farther away in the velvet night. The boy drank a drink containing medicine again. According to Carrie, after drinking that small bottle of medicine, he could sign a blood pattern contract. Until now, he had probably drunk half of it. He once again asked to sleep with Qing Changye. In the early morning, the heat on his body made the boy open his eyes irritably. He returned to the orchid garden with rich sunshine in his dream. His dream stayed at the moment when Qing Changye touched the orchid, and he felt pain for it.

The people around him were sleeping. Qing Changye was not used to sleeping with people, but he was raised by the phantom beast. Over time, he became accustomed to the breath of a boy. Good night vision allowed the boy to see Qing Changye's stretched eyebrows clearly, and his beautiful curved lips were healthy rosy.

Why?

He was so sad that he tossed and turned at night because of the other party, but this person was not affected at all, and there was no sign of him in his sleep. He didn't want to be killed by him, nor did he want to be completely forgotten. He wanted to live, but he still wanted--

The boy quietly took out the aphrodisiac hidden under the pillow before going to bed. The pink potion was radiant with an ambiguous luster, like a sticky and sweet dream. He unscrewed the lid and the potion dripped on the young man's skin. He knew that Qing Changye would not wake up, and the mental powers made him temporarily put Qing Changye into a deep sleep, but it would not be too long. He wanted to restore everything to its original state before Qing Changye woke up. A muffled moan appeared on the young man's lips. The young man supported his wings on both sides. He took the quilt that was in trouble, just like taking apart a gift that belonged to him alone.

The boy's fingers soothe the hollow of his body. He had learned how to make himself happy. The caramel-colored eyes were blinking at the sleeping green night. The boy seemed to have fire burning in his mind. Orchids, beautiful fingers, black eyes and the winding milk -

Kiss him. Bite him. Have him.

The heavy gasps were particularly harsh in the quiet room. The boy lowered his head and kissed the red lips. He tortured them with his teeth and tongue until Qing Changye moved his fingertips. He suddenly stopped and lay down obediently and shrank beside Qing Changye, harmless as the scene that the young man would see when he woke up in the morning. Before that, the boy did not forget to clear out the mess of the bed. Just like this person taught, he first freeze the liquid, and then use the wind power to eliminate all traces of sin.
Chapter completed!