What I wanted to say was always stuck in my throat.
At that moment, his expression seemed to be frozen.
And I escaped from that planned moment and also escaped from the cafe. My speed was so fast that I didn't even see clearly what other people were looking at. Hill was left in shock for a long time.
When I turned around and ran past the corner of the cafe, I stopped and called Hill, but no one answered. I knew how he was feeling at this time, so I started thinking wildly again, like a child who had lost his way.
, waiting for someone’s eager search.
I stood there in the middle of an intersection with endless traffic. Looking at the passing vehicles and passers-by, strange eyes were cast on me. I didn't care how the passers-by looked at me. I was only recalling what happened at this intersection.
Bit by bit.
I turned around and returned to the starting point.
Open your eyes. All you can see are amusement centers, cafes, department stores, and parks, places that can give people happy and sad memories. All you can hear are the laughter of children playing and playing, and the elegant piano music in cafes.
There is also the sound of money clattering in various transactions.
In the catharsis of memories, there are only helpless cries or crazy shouts.
I closed my eyes again. The world became quiet, and slowly there was only the sound of rain falling from the sky.
Why do I do this to the few people I like? I don’t even know.
It doesn't matter, cry as much as you want in the rain, no one will be able to tell whether what's on your face is rain or tears, they are both so sad and clear liquids.
A somewhat angry but still very kind and magnetic voice struck my ears. It was him.
"Hey, is it fun to leave me in the cafe and be a fool? Or do you want to go out alone and be a fool?" Looking at my sad look, he was a little at a loss.
Smiling through tears, like a child.
I shook my head and said, neither.
"If you keep wet for a while, you'll catch a cold. Girl, if you miss class, you won't be able to keep up." The umbrella in his hand held up such a pure land for me, and I no longer suffered from sadness.
His warm hand pressed against my cold fingertips, attacking my palm. He was holding his beloved sister like a big brother.
"Your hands are very warm." After hesitating for a long time, he said these words one by one.
But my artistic style can never last more than five minutes...
Ah sneeze!
Then a sentence popped out of my mouth naturally: "Damn, who is thinking about me?"
He actually sneered like a ghost. My face turned slightly red.
"Just tell me, I caught you cold." When he said this, I really regretted that I didn't hold on to that gentle look.
I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't say anything, I just raised the corner of my mouth in embarrassment.
When I was silent, he took a taxi and took me to his apartment.
It was originally going to my house, but my address must not be revealed, and I didn't take my keys with me.
"Why don't you go in? Why are you so stunned?" The magnetic voice blended into my eardrums again.
Suddenly his eyes lit up.
Spacious sunken living room, bathroom separated by frosted glass, open kitchen. Mosaic TV wall, gorgeous chandelier, sea blue curtains. Spliced color sofa, Ludo rugs, dice clock, Doraemon pillows,
There is also a stack of comic books.
Didn't notice there were two room doors.
He opened one of the doors and said I could sleep here today.
"Hmm." I responded and immediately fell on the soft bed.
I felt so cold, but my body was boiling hot, and my head began to feel dizzy. The world seemed to start to rotate, and my pupils suddenly grew larger and smaller, up and down, and began to copy the exact same image.
My eyesight went dark.
My eyes opened and I saw him vaguely.
The orange light reflected his tall figure, and he felt extremely warm. His hair was soaked with rain, and the rainwater flowed down his brown hair to his chin, and finally fell to the floor. A wonderful feeling began to grow in my heart. I was amazed again.
The open white shirt was already transparent. His brows were furrowed. He walked towards me without losing his temperament. His pupils began to open and his vision became blurry.
His face was close.
He opened his two seductive lips and breathed out a gentle breath.
Before I could hear what he said, I fainted again.
"Girl."
"Girl?"
"Stupid girl, look, you are indeed sick."
In my confusion, I still vaguely heard him calling several times, "Girl."
…
When I woke up, I saw him changing into a set of silk pajamas with white background and blue dots, sitting on the bedside with a white porcelain bowl of hot porridge in his hand.
He noticed that my eyes were open.
He picked up the white porcelain spoon, put it into the bowl, and gently stirred the milky-colored porridge water in the bowl. It was brewing in the hot and humid air, and through the thin water-colored feather veil, a hint of gentlemanly expression appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Beautiful smile.
Another soft and magnetic whisper hit my cold ears and entered my heart again.
"Get up, drink some porridge, and take medicine later."
It's been a long time since I've been taken care of like this, so warm.
The faint fragrance spreads in the dry air, with a suffocating tenderness.
He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it close to his mouth, blew on the hot air, and then handed it to my mouth. I suddenly felt puzzled by his thoughtfulness. I couldn't help it, there are always people who do these things, just for the sake of it.
Want to get benefits.
Why is he so nice to me? Is he approaching me for a reason? Is he just pretending to be in love with me?
There was only him and I sitting in a corner in a room with a square layout, not saying anything. In the mysterious space, he was the only one who let out a scary smile that was so cold that it made my skin crawl.
"I'm good to you because I like you. I'm close to you because I want to get you. I treat you sincerely." As if making an answer sheet, I answered the three questions I was thinking about in order.
How could he say this? Can he read minds? Or is it just a coincidence?
"You..." I was stunned.
He laughed again, very strangely.
When I came to my senses——
Blood suddenly flowed out of his mouth, and his fangs were exposed ferociously. He smiled at me like an animal, and his black nails as sharp as awls struck at my neck...
"ah--"
When I opened my eyes, I felt a cold sweat. Sweat beads soaked my hair.
Only then did he realize that it was a nightmare, so his eyes began to search for his figure.
At this time, he was sitting by the bed, wearing a set of silk pajamas with white background and blue dots, holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.
He breathed out a breath of tenderness that was very different and strange.
"Get up, drink some porridge, and take medicine later."
Cold sweat broke out from my palms and my back again.
He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it to cool it, and put it in my mouth.