The moment she was grabbed by those blood-stained palms, Tang Rou opened her eyes suddenly and breathed rapidly.
There was darkness before my eyes and I couldn't see anything.
She fell into indescribable fear, hugged her shoulders tightly, and trembled uncontrollably all over.
A pair of hands pulled her into a hug, and someone called her softly, touching her back from behind, "Rou, what's wrong with you?"
"Do not touch me!"
Tang Rou struggled violently and resisted reflexively.
Until the other party endured her beatings, stroked her long hair over and over again, and softly called her name.
"Rou, it's me, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
The tone was one of indescribable care.
Tang Rou finally returned to some rationality, and in her confusion, she recognized the other party's voice.
"rabbit?"
"It's me, Rou." The young man smiled softly, but unfortunately she couldn't see it.
He stretched out his slender arms, hugged the frightened owner into his arms as gently as possible, and comforted her carefully, "Rou, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
It's like comforting a poor cat who is in a stress reaction after being hurt by someone.
"are you here?"
Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were blind.
"Yes, I'm with you."
The young man leaned down and couldn't help but hug her tighter. Feeling the thin and warm body in his arms, he pursed his lips and quietly kissed her hair.
Divide at the first touch.
Unexpectedly, Tang Rou stretched out her hand, wrapped it around his narrow waist, and took the initiative to hug him.
A little trembling and choking, "I'm sorry."
Her fingers clenched the boy's T-shirt tightly, her head buried even lower, and she stayed close to his arms without breathing, as if she was grasping a life-saving straw.
"Rabbit, I...I'm sorry."
The trembling feeling of being hit suddenly swept through the young man's mind, and he almost bit his lip to bleed before he could hold back the ecstasy of this moment.
He felt the owner's dependence on him at this moment, and his heart became full, aching and sore from the sweetness.
An unprecedented sense of satisfaction ran through him.
"why would you say so?"
A hand with sharp bones stroked her long hair and quietly held the back of her head, fearing that she would leave his arms.
"Why do you want to apologize?"
"I just lost my composure. Did it hurt you?"
Tang Rou's voice was a little muffled, coming from his chest.
She refers to the beating she received when she first woke up.
The young man hummed softly, "It hurts."
It hurts too much.
Every inch of skin felt pain like burning fire.
It's obvious that being close to her isn't enough. I want to get closer to her. It's best if I can hide her in my body and blend in my blood.
Sure enough, she felt even more guilty. She stayed motionless against his collarbone and whispered, "I'm sorry, Rabbit."
"It's okay, Rou." The hand holding her slowly tightened.
The young man lowered his eyes. From an angle that she couldn't see, his eyes gradually darkened and turned a sickly scarlet color.
"You can do whatever you want to me."
He pressed against Tang Rou's neck, clinging to her intimately, feeling the pleasure and trembling at this moment wantonly, and the flush crept up to his earlobes and the ends of his eyes little by little.
The area where it was touched felt hot and itchy, which was very unbearable.
I can't hold her anymore.
will get out of control.
The young man tried his best to restrain himself and withdrew his hand, "I'll give Rou some water."
Unexpectedly, Tang Rou caught him.
It's the hand.
The weak human fingers touching his palm were enough to make him freeze in place.
The young man stopped moving, his eyes turning to her slowly like jerky gears.
"Can you please don't leave yet..."
Tang Rou's voice was difficult and a little embarrassed, "Just for a moment."
She couldn't see, and in the darkness, those bloody scenes kept flashing back in her mind.
These words of request sounded cautious, causing the self-control that some people had built up with great difficulty to collapse.
How could anyone take the initiative to jump into a trap?
The mattress next to her collapsed. The boy sat down next to her legs, held her hand, and said, "I won't leave."
There was a soft, moist feeling on my fingertips, and when I bit it, it was like touching smooth jelly.
Tang Rou froze. She didn't realize what it was, and the touch disappeared.
"Rou, I will never leave."
The boy's voice was so close that it felt like it was touching her ear, soft and hoarse.
It made the back of her neck numb.
Xiu's cold fingers wrapped hers one by one, caressing and intertwining, locking her into a cage that could no longer be broken away.
He stretched out his other hand, looped it around her shoulder, crossed his arm to hug her from behind, and held her other hand.
From a distance, it looked like he was holding Tang Rou in his arms.
Tang Rou felt that he was shaking and was a little confused, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I'm happy...I'm happy, Rou."
The young man couldn't suppress the raging and crazy possessiveness in his eyes. He stared greedily at her white cheek that was within easy reach, resisted the urge to bite it, and took a deep breath.
Fortunately, she couldn't see it.
"You can rely on me a little more, rely on me a little more."
Like a naive and ignorant prey, more fragile than the rabbits he raised.
The long and narrow tail of the eye was so depressed that it was almost bleeding.
"You didn't let me go."
His voice was low and hoarse, close to Tang Rou's neck, and he rubbed her soft and sensitive skin with his high nose.
"Don't forget this sentence, I will never let go of Rou."
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A waitress came in to change the sheets, holding her breath and not daring to make a sound.
The snow-white bedding was stained and mottled, and no one was on the bed.
She boldly looked up casually.
I found the two figures sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window.
The thick velvet curtains blocked most of the light, and the warm light that came through vaguely outlined the outlines of the two people.
A beautiful young man who is considered to have severe mysophobia and is extremely lonely is holding the thin and pitiful figure and letting her sit on his legs.
The other person seemed to be asleep, with his thick black hair hanging down, and was held by the young man in his palm.
The mutated half of the woman's body miraculously shrank and regained her human outline.
It's just that the skin tone is darker than the other half, like a scar that hasn't fully healed.
A pair of arms were placed on the thin back, and the young man's face showed obsession and intoxication, with wet red lips and a seductive smile.
Holding the person in his arms, he lowered his head and kissed her gently in her hair. He couldn't help but open his lips and hook a strand with the tip of his tongue, hold it between his lips and teeth, and grind it carefully.
If it were an ordinary person, this kind of behavior would only make people feel horrible, but this look on his amazingly beautiful face only reminded people of poppy.
Poisonous poppy.
Fascinating poppy.
The maid told herself not to look. She obviously felt dangerous and scary, but she couldn't control her gaze on him.
Fortunately, the young man could only see the figure of that person, as if he could no longer see anything else, so it was okay to take a sneak peek, right?
Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my throat.
She raised her hand to touch it and felt a hot and moist crack on her neck, but strangely, there was no blood.
Is she hurt?
Immediately afterwards, the maid felt something cold and stiff wrapped around her body, covering her mouth and nose, unable to make a sound.
The boy who had been sitting quietly by the window spoke.
"Don't dirty the house and feed the rabbits in the pasture."
Someone hummed in a low voice.
Two snake-tailed youths with identical faces appeared in the shadows. Their upper bodies were human, their skin was gray and grey, and they had no eyelids.
The thick and terrifying long tail wrapped around the maid who slowly stopped twitching and dragged her out.
The young man held his owner in his arms and carefully adjusted his position, supporting the back of her head to make her sleep more comfortably.
"Don't be afraid."
His smile was soft and harmless, and his gentle appearance was not aggressive.
Like pure white paper.
"No one is looking at you."
Rou said, she didn’t want to be seen.
He wanted to hide her well, hide her in his arms, and not let anyone see his tenderness.