A feeling of weightlessness came, and there was a soft and solid feeling underneath her body. Tang Rou instantly returned to the dark world.
She felt unable to breathe.
There was an arm across her waist, pale and cold, tightly restraining her.
There is a soft and cold touch on the neck, which is the lips.
Someone was holding her very hard.
Returning to this tired body again, various discomforts and sequelae also climbed up her nerves.
Extremely sensitive nerves, an abnormally fast heartbeat, and hearing amplified to the point where even the slightest sound of rubbing becomes deafening.
Anxiety, restlessness, fear.
Negative emotions eroded her like poison.
When I opened my eyes, it was dark and I couldn't see anything.
Therefore, Tang Rou couldn't see the pair of beautiful agate-like eyes very close to her, gazing at her lovingly and kissing her fingers.
The young man smiled softly, the corners of his lips were wet and red, stained with a layer of crystal water color.
He meekly pressed his cheek against her shoulder, "Rou, you're awake."
But slowly, he stopped laughing and asked doubtfully, "Rou, what are you laughing at?"
Tang Rou froze slightly.
The young man put his nose against her skin and sniffed lightly, his expression turned cold.
"Rou Mingming has always been by my side, but it's so strange. It seems like she just came back from somewhere, and she still has a nasty smell on her body."
Did he discover anything?
The boy got closer and closer, rubbing against her shoulder like a coquettish cat, "Rou, tell me, where have you been?"
But the paranoid and sinister tone in his words made her breathless.
Tang Rou forced herself to stay calm.
She wants to find a solution instead of letting things get worse.
Maybe he was just sick and had some mental problems...
But he was suddenly distracted by the cool, wet touch on his shoulder.
The boy seemed to be crying.
Tears fell down her butterfly-wing eyelashes, slid into her collarbone, and soaked a small piece of pajamas.
"Rou, are you there?"
He asked next to Tang Rou's ear, pointing his fingers downward to find hers, stubbornly opening the gaps between her fingers, interlocking his fingers with hers, and pressing their palms together without leaving a single gap.
"Can Rou talk to me?"
"Why, do I have a premonition that I'm going to lose you?"
He blinked uneasily, looking at her expression.
Tears fell on her cheeks, making her feel pain.
The confused young man seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff.
Tang Rou wanted to raise her hand, but he held her wrist down.
"Rou, don't reject me, please."
The boy's originally clear and moving voice trembled, as if he was about to drown, "Help me."
She could hardly breathe.
The young man raised his upper body and looked down at her, holding her hands, his eyes full of desperate despair.
"Rou, can you save me? Only you can save me."
He is asking for help.
Tang Rou felt sour in her heart.
But he looked in the wrong direction for self-rescue, thinking that the only way to relieve herself was to stay close to her and have skin-to-skin contact.
Close contact.
His sins, the only thing he learned.
Lessons learned in the human world.
The sea rabbit had no experience, so he could only clumsily get close to her and kiss the tip of her nose, as if the only way to survive was to get close to her.
Tang Rou stretched out her hand between the two of them before he continued to kiss her.
The young man paused briefly and continued to kiss her palm regardless, kissing her palm until it was wet.
Tang Rou knew that she was missing the most important part of his contact with the human world.
If she could have discovered it earlier, if she could have pulled him out of the abyss in time, would things have turned out differently?
"……rabbit."
Tang Rou grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to stop and looking at her with red eyes.
"Rou, are you willing to talk to me?"
She took a deep breath and wanted to communicate with him properly, "Is your way of asking for help going against my will?"
The young man was silent for a moment, and his lowered fingers quietly curled up, trembling a little.
The soft voice finally became gentle again.
She was willing to talk to herself again.
Tang Rou didn't know what he was thinking. She slowly sat up, her black hair hanging down from her shoulders like silk.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
But after hearing her words, he froze.
"Rabbit, you want me to save you, but you want to force me to do something I have already refused?"
Healing of the soul is like pulling out a nail driven into the flesh.
Find the nail, pull it out, and slowly repair it.
Tang Rou was also covered in nails.
She is also a scarred person, and cannot even control her emotions. She has become sensitive and anxious because of a so-called sensory experiment, and is afraid of light, sound, and sudden changes in temperature.
But she will not impose her worries, pain and hesitation on others.
"Your rescue is to let me stay with you, trapped here, and become a patient too?"
"No!" the young man retorted, "Rou is not a patient. If Rou is sick, I will definitely save Rou."
"As Rou knows, I have the ability to heal."
"No matter what disease Rou gets, I will cure Rou."
"As long as... Rou never leaves me."
Tang Rou shook her head and sighed, "When I talk about illness, I don't mean the body. Rabbit, you are sick."
She is in pain too.
But she is always willing to be the one who pulls out the nails for Sea Hare.
How could she bear to let him wallow in pain?
The young man's eyes were red, he lowered his head, looked at Tang Rou's slightly opened and closed lips, and said in a very soft voice: "Then tell me, what should I do? How can I get you?"
"Get it?" Tang Rou frowned, "I'm not an object, why do you want to get me?"
But he ignored it and crawled into her arms, "If you want it, I want Rou, Rou is mine."
Although such a tall man wanted to curl up on her, Tang Rou pushed him away again. Because she couldn't see it, she didn't know that the pair of clear amber eyes so close to her were once again covered in blood.
it's wired.
The boy was breathing unsteadily.
He simply couldn't control his desire for his owner.
Why is she so weak? I really want to engulf her and rub her into her bones and blood... But if it doesn't work, she will be even more angry, right?
"Rabbit, before you do anything, at least ask me what I want."
The tip of Tang Rou's nose felt sore, and she knew nothing about the young man's dark eyes.
She stepped back and put some abnormal distance between the two of them, "If you have any pain in your heart, you can tell me and we can find a solution together, okay?"
"Okay, you are right, I will listen to you."
The young man nodded casually, and then moved closer to her as if he couldn't bear it, his fingers clasping her palm from beginning to end without leaving her hand.
"Stay closer to me and hold me like this. I won't move you anymore. Don't be angry."
It seems that he has regained his well-behaved and sensible self.
Unfortunately, it was all just an act, and he didn't even hear what Tang Rou was saying.
Tang Rou told herself to be patient.
Do it step by step.
The young man timidly stretched out his hand to hook her shoulders, half-hugged her in his arms, and whispered her name softly, his soft voice tinged with careful flattery.
"Rou, Rou... why don't you call my name again."
"Call me Lucifer, okay? I want to hear it."
Tang Rou was silent for a while, then called warmly, "Lucifer."
The young man's body trembled, he came close and kissed her forehead very lightly, confessing softly,
"Rou, I like you."
He even opened his lips, wanting to be more intimate with her.
Tang Rou pulled him away and frowned, "You can't do this kind of thing."
"why not!"
"Because I don't like it."
Staring at her with dim eyes for a moment, Lucifer pretended to be nonchalant and nuzzled her gently in her arms, leaning against her shoulder with attachment.
"Okay, I will ask you first next time. We are always together and will never be separated."
He gave in briefly and began to ask for a hug again, nuzzling her cheek with the tip of his tall and delicate nose.
His breath sprayed onto her skin.
Tang Rou frowned, but she was patient enough not to hide away, and asked him, "Then do you still want to trap me forever?"
I expected to hear a different answer, but I didn't expect him to blurt out, "I think so."
Frankly, like a devil who doesn't understand the world.
"Rou, if you don't want to become mine, I can become yours."
Lucifer ignored her stiffness and buried his face in her arms, timidly murmuring like a little animal abandoned by its owner:
"I'm obedient. I'll give you whatever you want. Don't be upset and don't abandon me."
"If you don't want me, I will die."
…
"That's right, Rou."
The young man's gentle voice was like a ghost.
Wrap around the dark room.
"You haven't answered me yet, where did you go and who did you meet just now?"