No matter how weak the sound was, it was like thunder in Tang Rou's ears at this moment. She covered her ears in collapse and buried her face in her arms.
In fact, it was very quiet here, even if the crowd came and crowded around the door, they didn't make any sound.
Someone held her face, and their cold fingers were extremely gentle, like holding up a dandelion that was about to break.
The dark hair stuck to his face, he patiently parted it and stroked it behind his ears.
The originally dark eyes were cloudy, and he couldn't see him who was so close at hand.
Out of focus.
The extremely painful short breathing in the ear was suppressed very lightly, and a little wetness fell under the left eye, and the touch was strangely clear.
Someone kissed her mutated and swollen cheek tremblingly.
Time after time, gentle and nostalgic.
"Rou...am I dreaming?"
He spoke, his voice mixed with fear and pain.
Tang Rou was like a puppet whose soul had been taken away. Her body was still there, but her spirit was torn apart.
Very slow response.
I don't know how long it took before I slowly said, "Rabbit?"
This sound, I thought about it in my heart, was like a lifetime ago.
Soft and warm, entangled in his soul, igniting love and desire.
"Well, it's me."
He hugged her carefully, full of words, but in the end there was only a single sound, which was her name.
"soft……"
is that true?
He was trembling all over and almost suffocating.
The soul, blood, and every breath are repeatedly infusing thoughts into the limbs and bones.
My heart felt like it had been scratched to pieces by a sharp steel ball, and every blow was shattered to pieces. I couldn't heal, and I couldn't get used to this kind of pain just because of time.
It hurts too much.
But she never needs to know.
The young man held her face in his hands and kissed Tang Rou's mutated face devoutly, kissing the skin that would cause discomfort to humans upon seeing it, and kissing her damaged skin.
Tang Rou stiffened and covered her face in pain, but he grabbed her hand and kissed her fingers.
The gentle kiss continued, focusing on her forehead, her hair, and her trembling eyelashes, not caring about her embarrassment at the moment.
"Rou, soft..."
He murmured, his body was shaking, unable to restrain the joy of regaining something and worrying about gains and losses.
"It's great that you are still alive, Rou... you are back with me again."
More and more people gathered at the door, and all of them dared not make a sound, but they could see the astonishment in each other's eyes.
Countless pairs of eyes stared, and everyone saw that the special person who was raised in the Jingui Palace was kneeling on the ground, hugging the muddy half of the mutated young woman's body, and kissing her carefully and tenderly.
Touching her long hair feels like finding a treasure.
The snow-white top was stained with muddy scarlet marks, which was shocking.
Doesn’t he hate dirty things the most?
How could you come to such a place that smells like a slaughterhouse and kiss a monster in the bloody water?
More and more people are gathering outside.
In a dark place, information was exchanged with each other's shocked eyes.
The dirty smell in the air made them all frown, but he could bear it. It was incredible. He could tell there was a story right away.
Tang Rou was in pain, all the sounds were amplified, torturing her hearing.
Whispers at the door filled my ears, occasionally mixed with muffled gasps of air.
They all whispered that she looked so scary.
The beautiful boy was fair and beautiful, holding her in his arms and kneeling in the dirtiest place, being defiled.
Tang Rou stiffened and raised her hands to cover her face.
Sea Rabbit reached out to pull it, but heard her say, "No."
The voice was very soft, but it made him freeze, not daring to move.
"Is someone looking at me?"
His soft brows turned cold for a moment, and when he turned around, the ends of his narrow eyes were as scarlet as blood, "Get out."
The people at the door immediately dispersed and disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Tang Rou was shocked by his voice and curled up.
"No more." The young man kept kissing her forehead and sliding his hands on her thin back soothingly, just as she had soothed him.
"There is no one left, Rou, no one is looking at you."
The palms of her hands were filled with sticky, clammy blood and unknown substances, some of which were on her body and some of which were on the ground.
The young Shuli's face was twisted with love, and her eyes hid a cold and sinister look.
The movements become more gentle.
The owner is trembling.
It's not hard to imagine what she went through. She pursed her lips, trembled, and didn't cry, but her whole person exuded an unusually negative aura.
The owner turned out to be so thin and weak.
This not-so-small episode caused a turmoil in the underground trading market.
The dispersed people downstairs came up in the elevator, anxious to share their experiences with others, but the elevator behind them dinged.
They held their breath, dared not speak, and lowered their heads.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the boy's legs walking out of the elevator.
All those who enter this underground world have almost no way to get out again. They either make a living here or work here for their lives. They are used to seeing life and death, and human lives are nothing more than trivial matters.
Mutated people are not uncommon. After leaving the Golden Cave, there are many people lying on the ground.
However, those who were not sent to the destruction center but were still picked up were still the kind of people who could control the situation in the underground world.
The young man held her all the way, unwilling to let go and not allowing anyone to get close to her.
Anyone who dared to look at her would stare at them with those beautiful and cold eyes, as if they wanted to dig out their eyes.
It seems that if you take one step forward, you will break someone's neck.
After their figures disappeared, the rustling whispers started again.
They all speculated that the boss behind the auction wouldn't be angry if he was like this?
Those eyes were so full of love that they were so full of love, weren't they openly planting grassland on top of the boss's head? Everyone has seen the boss who brought him here in the first place, how obedient he was, and how he worshiped him, wishing he could put his heart into it
Dig it out and give it to him.
The owner of the auction is actually the banker behind a biological company in one of these secret laboratories.
But when he was mentioned, these people suddenly remembered, "Has the boss not shown up for a long time?"
Everyone looked at each other.
Then he said naturally, "The boss is too busy."
.
Sea Rabbit lives in a place like the Golden Cave, decorated like an exquisite and gorgeous underground palace, and uses the best things.
But Tang Rou couldn't see it.
The young man covered her ears with his hands to block out the surrounding noise. He carried her all the way to the large bedroom and put her into the soft and fragrant big bed.
Feeling the softness under her body, Tang Rou froze and grabbed his shoulders, "I'm a little dirty..."
Shock and anger welled up in the young man's eyes, and his heart ached.
"Rou is very clean."
He couldn't refuse, so he put Tang Rou on the bed and pulled the soft quilt around her, "Rou is the cleanest."
The quilt was white but was quickly dyed into weird colors.
Tang Rou's eyes were cloudy and gray, and she couldn't see, but she could smell her own scent and feel the stickiness on her body.
The young man's gaze lingered on her, over and over again, fearing that it was an illusion, fearing that she would disappear like a bubble when he woke up.
He couldn't help but reach out to hook her hair and move closer to her.
He couldn't see the skin, he only saw her as a person.
Is it true? Is she really here? Is he really lost and found?
The young man couldn't help but want to be intimate and kiss her withered face. Tang Rou lowered her head between the quilts, shook her head, and resisted silently.