The indoor intelligent control adjusts the light and temperature, reduces noise, and closes the curtains tightly, so that the person on the bed is in a state of absolute tranquility.
Everyone must wear heavy footwear and make sure their steps are light enough to make no sound when stepping on the ground before they can enter.
The tools for transporting food have been replaced by hand trays from dining carts, and the knives and forks have been replaced by food silicone. In short, they are all made of materials that do not make noise.
The young man sat by the bed and wiped her face with a soaked towel.
Half of the beautiful face is pale and soft.
Tang Rou woke up with a start, feeling restless. She was hugged across the quilt, his soft and cold hair gently rubbed her, and he put his cheek against her shoulder like a coquettish little animal playing coquettishly to its owner.
"Go to sleep, I'm here."
These words seemed to have magic power. Tang Rou really felt at ease. She fell into a haze because she was too tired and fell asleep.
The young man looked up at her dreamingly, his eyes full of admiration and joy, and he felt his empty heart being filled little by little.
His slender fingers touched the other half of her cheek, but he didn't dare to really touch it.
The waiter responded to the request and brought the knife and cup. He placed them on the table far behind the young man in a very low voice, and then walked out quietly.
When leaving, I couldn't help but peek through the crack in the door.
The young man held the knife with a sweet smile on his face. He suddenly raised his hand and made a cut on his arm that was deep enough to show the bone.
The waiter covered his mouth tightly and was frightened.
madman.
What a madman in a sweet skin!
"Rou, do humans dream?"
No one responded to the boy's words, she had already fallen asleep.
"I'm so envious."
He raised his hand, gently touched her face with the blood that overflowed from his palm, and murmured, "If I can dream, can I also see you in my dream?"
Instead of this, spending long nights hoarse and burned by pain.
He hates humans and longs to dream.
What I asked for but couldn't get, was so painful that I felt like living was a kind of torture.
Fortunately, she is back.
The young man pinched her lower lip, her eyes were moist and red, and he couldn't help but rub her lips.
The other hand kept moving, and the sharp tip of the knife cut open the side of his neck, where his heart was stored.
"Rou, I want to be yours."
He lowered his head and didn't even dare to open his eyes. He was afraid that everything was a dream, so he could only close his eyes tightly and press his neck to her lips.
The blood with the strongest healing power in the body flows into her mouth.
The young man could hardly stand and was trembling all over.
He placed his hands on both sides of Tang Rou's ears, barely steadying his body.
The most sensitive and fatal part was cut open, and the skin was pressed against her lips, as if he was being kissed by her.
At this moment, he realized how much he longed for Rou to really hold her and kiss his fragile neck.
Warm and moist.
The delicate touch exploded in his mind, extremely clear. He was panting rapidly and almost couldn't bear it anymore. He could only close his eyes and whine in comfort and pain.
His fingers clenched the sheets tightly, crinkling the snow-white fabric into a ball.
The wound on his neck disappeared due to its self-healing ability and could not shed a drop of blood, but he was still trembling and unwilling to leave.
Until he gets closer and closer, almost crushing her.
Tang Rou groaned as if she was about to wake up, and Sea Bunny immediately froze and stood up with red eyes.
Her lips were still stained with his blood, wet and red.
He didn't dare to look any further. A tsunami of love and desire surged out of him at one glance, so he could only turn his eyes away and walk out in embarrassment.
Tang Rou's senses were forced to amplify and she needed to rest in an absolutely silent environment.
The young man sat at the door in a daze.
Her slender legs were bent up and placed casually on the ground, her ears pressed against the crack of the door, like a predator spying on its prey, or like a sculpture stationed at the door.
Is it a dream?
He was still a little unbelievable.
When I woke up from the dream, would she disappear?
There was fear on his face, and he quietly opened the door crack. When he saw the bulging quilt on the bed, he felt relieved again. His eyes curled up, and his fine eyelashes cast light shadows.
There were red marks on the door, and the young man noticed that there was still blood on his palms, and stared at it with focused eyes.
There is her blood and his, mixed together and inseparable.
It seems to be true.
He held his own hands in a state of embarrassment and obsession, like a mentally disturbed patient who fell into great joy, unable to suppress tears while kissing the palms of his hands.
After kissing and pressing it on his face, he still felt that it was not enough. This was the person he had longed for and nothing would ever be enough.
He twisted his feather-like eyelashes, pulled down his collar with force, and pressed his palms to his chest.
The blood was smeared on the pale skin, as if she had touched his body.
He thought of the touch on his neck again, and her lips were so soft that he couldn't help but fall into imagination, imagining that she was kissing him, hooking her arms around his neck, pulling down his shoulders, kissing and enjoying him unscrupulously...
The thought made him feel cold all over and filled with hot flashes.
How could he have such thoughts? It was like blaspheming her.
It was obvious that Mingrou was still asleep without any precautions, and that she completely trusted him.
The young man frowned like he was self-loathing, but this dirty skin yearned for her extremely.
"Can you touch me..."
He was talking to himself, panting rapidly, and the corners of his eyes were red and moist, with beautiful water marks.
His palms went all the way down, sliding across the delicate white skin, imagining being pitied by her.
"Rou, can you hold me and kiss me..."
His forehead was wet with sweat, his hair stuck to his face, and his light brown eyes were filled with tears. They were full of frightening morbid love and turned red, like the eyes of a rabbit in the human world.
Breathing became more and more rapid.
He was a little out of control.
He raised his head helplessly, his Adam's apple slid up and down, his thin and sharp spine stretched like a bow in the opposite direction, and his movements were uncontrollable, becoming more violent and fanatical against his master's will.
At one moment, the boy's pupils were dilated and he almost collapsed on the ground.
He breathed with his mouth open, woke up from his daze, smiled, and suddenly became miserable again.
He covered his face and fell into despair.
how so.
He did what he hated most.
How disgusting.
.
Tang Rou did have a dream. She dreamed of standing in a showroom filled with frightening instruments and specimens.
There is a door directly in front.
She walked forward and raised her hand to open the lock.
With a 'squeak', the door opened. Looking out through the crack in the door, Tang Rou's eyes suddenly narrowed and she saw a dim and bloody environment.
It was like a slaughterhouse, with blood on the floor, several metal beds, and stinking instruments.
Where is this place? Tang Rou thought she saw hell, it was very scary.
Not far away, someone wearing a blood-stained isolation gown turned his back to her and took a knife from the plate, which was still stained with blood.
Like a scalpel, but not sterilized.
There is a conflict of evil spirits here. It is obviously a germy environment. What is he going to do with that scalpel?
Tang Rou looked down and saw the figure on the metal platform.
It turned out to be a human form.
Half of it is bloated, and the other half is on the other side. You can vaguely see the white and slender calves hanging on the edge... The broken dress looks familiar, and the body is covered with a shawl.
Tang Rou suddenly covered her mouth.
That's herself.
Is this a nightmare?
When she raised the scalpel, she backed away in panic, knocking over the shelf displaying the knives and causing things to fall to the ground with a clanging sound.
The man holding the knife paused, turned around, his mask was covered in blood, and walked towards this side.
Like a butcher who kills humans.
Tang Rou quickly backed away, bowed down and hid behind the shelf, covering her mouth.
With a creak, the butcher opened the door and walked in. His footsteps were particularly clear in the silent environment.
From far to near, Tang Rou saw his feet under the table, walking past her step by step, seemingly not noticing her.
Is it a nightmare?
Tang Rou was thinking wildly and her mind was very confused.
Suddenly, the feet came back again and bent down.
His stern face appeared under the table, seemingly smiling, and he stretched out his bloody hands to grab her.