Cold sweat slid down her forehead. She heard the footsteps coming behind her and stood still.
A clear sound of laughter came close to my ears, as if being scratched by a feather, causing a tingling sensation.
There is no sarcasm, but it sounds happy and non-aggressive.
But Tang Rou would not relax because of this. The thing that appeared in this weird place could not be human.
In the darkness, someone grabbed her wrist, pulled her gently, and pressed her back against a warm chest.
The smell was inexplicably familiar but could not be recalled. Her waist was held by the person behind her. Tang Rou felt a slight chill fall on her eyelids, and the person's fingers passed through the roots of her eyelashes.
When I opened my eyes again, the world was a little brighter.
The man behind him seemed to be very tall. He leaned down, buried his tall nose into Tang Rou's hair, and took a slow breath.
"..." It feels very perverted.
It was obviously a dangerous scene, but Tang Rou thought of sucking a cat at an inappropriate time.
Once this kind of thought occurs, the following thoughts begin to go astray uncontrollably.
People have different behaviors when sucking cats. Some people like to suck the cat's belly and bury their heads in the cat. Some people like to suck the cat's back, and some people like to kiss the cat's face.
Some people even tried to stuff the cat's head into their mouths.
All in all, it’s all weird.
Therefore, when a cat is sucked by a human, she should feel as speechless as she does now.
The person behind her breathed deeply on her neck for a long time, and finally let out a good-humored chuckle, and raised his hand to gently touch her hair.
Cold fingers slid down her scalp, tracing the outline of her head to her neck.
...This is obviously what she would do when sucking cats.
"What are you afraid of?" he asked softly, seeming a little confused.
The voice was extremely clear and ethereal, clearly familiar, but Tang Rou's brain was like a layer of hazy gauze, unable to tell whose voice it was.
Could it be...that he was someone she knew?
The will was forcibly interfered with, and certain thoughts were deliberately erased.
"Don't be afraid." The distance got closer, his breath blew on his ears, and he became confused, "Why are you shaking?"
Tang Rou, "..."
What do you think?
In the dark and gloomy environment, the man's cold fingers touched her and never left her. They rubbed the skin on the back of Tang Rou's neck repeatedly, as if she couldn't put it down.
Then he hung down reluctantly and held her hand very naturally.
"Shall I take you out?" he asked.
It sounds very kind.
However, Tang Rou sensed a feeling of a hungry tiger's claws.
The cold and delicate fingers interlocked along the seams of hers, gently holding her hand, seemingly loose but unable to break free at all. Tang Rou vaguely felt something slippery and skating between his fingers.
That strangely familiar feeling came out again, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure it out.
"So warm."
As if he was praising it, he lifted it up and sniffed it under his nose.
Started sucking her again.
"..." The fear in Tang Rou's heart gradually became numb due to this man's strange behavior.
If you can't beat it, join.
Tang Rou allowed him to hold her hand and gradually calmed down.
Mainly because alcohol paralyzed my will.
She began to feel a little sleepy. It was too uncomfortable to sleep after drinking.
In the darkness, she could feel the other person's probing eyes and the hand that was holding her tighter and tighter.
Her lying down makes the other person feel good and bad at the same time.
Soon, Tang Rou discovered a problem.
The person next to me was not wearing shoes.
Bare feet on the ground, footsteps sounding soft and slow.
After walking a few steps, Tang Rou stopped and said hesitantly, "Are your feet uncomfortable?"
The other party was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that she would ask this.
He was curious, "Why do you ask that?"
"..." Tang Rou reminded, "You are on the same hand and on the same foot, and you are stepping too far, and you keep stepping on me."
To be honest, it hurts a bit, as babies who have just learned to walk can walk more regularly than him.
The man seemed to be thinking for a while, and his voice was sincere, "Then how should humans walk?"
Tang Rou, "?"
Help, this is really not a human being...
He didn't care about Tang Rou's sluggishness. A low, hoarse laugh sounded in his ears. Tang Rou felt that he pulled her closer, leaning down to press her shoulders, breathing softly.
"Then you take me with you, okay?"
Although it was a question, it felt like the final word was spoken by him.
Tang Rou was forced to become a crutch. The man had no sense of boundaries and hugged her shoulders very naturally, sticking very close to her.
A cold feeling penetrated from his chest, and there was no heartbeat.
He imitated Tang Rou's steps and walked for a while, but seemed to feel that the steps were a bit too small for his height, so he adjusted his rhythm without any instructions, making his steps longer and his speed slower.
Finally, my walking posture became more and more like a normal person.
"I seem to have learned it." He was very happy.
Tang Rou vaguely felt something soft and feather-like running across her forearm, and belatedly realized that it seemed to be hair.
Long, soft, brocade-like hair.
But the next second, her brain forcibly ignored this information.
This bottomless corridor finally became illuminated.
The young man suddenly turned around and laughed softly in the darkness, "I forgot to mention it."
He turned around.
The silver light bloomed little by little from behind him, like bright and silent fireworks. The silver light was like a painter's paint brush, outlining snow and frost on every inch of his outline.
The man stretched out his hand toward her, grasped her wrist bone, and pulled her outward.
"Welcome to my world."
Suddenly, the world suddenly became clear.
Tang Rou's field of vision was expanding, like a white paper burned by sparks, the darkness melting into the colorful and weird colors bit by bit.
This is a weird and bizarre world.
On billboards, roadside light panels, and corners, every inch of visual contact is covered with mucus and spider silk.
Buildings floating in the sky, streets patchwork together, street lamps on the roofs, benches on the walls.
The world seems to have been folded and turned over by the hand of God.
It's like a child putting together a wrong jigsaw puzzle, with all kinds of familiar scenery displayed in a mess.
There is an overturned building not far away, with the pointed triangular top standing upside down on the ground. It looks very gravity-defying. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can vaguely see strange and long black shadows walking around in the upside-down room.
Like office workers who stay up late and work overtime, but the distorted shadow is clearly not the outline of a human being.
Tang Rou was stunned and subconsciously hid behind the man, her heart filled with fear of the unknown.
That man looked like a naughty kid who had found a new way to play pranks, his eyes lit up.
His gaze was so hot that Tang Rou couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.
She pretended to be calm and took a step back, but he pulled her back, "Are you scared?"
Tang Rou said nothing.
"Just hold on to me if you're afraid." His voice was pleasant.
Without giving her a chance to struggle, the man interlocked her fingers, lifted her palms, and played with them one by one.