He Holds a Rose from the Abyss

Chi Lang asked Sheffield, "Do you have any wine?"

Sheffield took the wine from the cabinet and asked him, "Why do you want to drink?"

Chi Lang shook his head, hummed twice, and reached out to Sheffield: "Give it to me."

Sheffield poured the wine into the glass, shook the glass, and said, "This is a 'twilight dream', don't drink too much, it's easy to get drunk."

Then Chi Lang took the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and gave the glass to Sheffield: "Pour a little more."

He whispered, "Am I being too rude...but get drunk faster this way."

Sheffield nodded, put his hand on the back of the chair, motioned for Chi Lang to stand up, and changed the chair in another direction.

At this time, the back of the chair was leaning against the table, and Sheffield let Chi Lang sit down again.

Sheffield lifted his sleeves a bit, and he started pouring wine into the glass again, and asked with a smile, "It's better to drink slowly... Do you want to learn how to drink?"

Chi Lang doesn't know much about wine tasting, but his primary purpose now is to get drunk, so he rejects the proposal: "Let's learn another day, I'm now..."

Sheffield: "Soon." He raised his head slightly and drank slowly. When he put down the glass, there were some lavender wine drops on the side of the glass, and the bottom of the glass was empty.

Chi Lang glanced at it: "You're not drinking right..."

Sheffield smiled and kissed his lips.

The 'Dream of Twilight' was sent into Chi Lang's mouth in this way.

Sheffield kissed very slowly, Chi Lang could feel the slightly sweet taste of the wine on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn't sure whether it was because of the original taste of 'Dream of Twilight', or... his psychological effect. caused.

He smelled a little scent of grapes, hazy, like a vision far away, shrouded in mist.

"Does it taste okay?" Sheffield asked him.

"So-so," Chi Lang tried his best to keep his face expressionless: "I'm drunk."

"So, why do you want to get drunk so much?"

Chi Lang: "Because I'm drunk, I don't have to admit what I say next, and you can't laugh at me when I wake up tomorrow."

Sheffield smiled: "Okay, go ahead."

Chi Lang asked in a low voice, "Can you like me more?"

Sheffield approached him and asked with a smile: "How do you like it, what do you want to do? For example, send you roses every day?"

"No, because I want to write a biography for you, but writing is too painful for me. I used to be forced to write papers, and I was very anxious every day, so I want to ask for a little payment." Chi Lang's tone was very serious.

"If you like me a little more, I can write you a biography."

"Sorry," Sheffield rejected him, "I can't like you any more."

Chi Lang lowered his head: "Okay, even if that's the case, I'll... I'll just reluctantly write a biography for you."

"When looking up at the starry sky, the field of vision is limited, and you can't expect to see all the stars. This is an inevitable and regrettable thing."

"If possible, I want to spend all my time loving you."

"But in the time I haven't met you, I feel a little regretful. I can't have this, like your beautiful experience."

Chi Lang's brain was confused. If he was only a little drunk just now, his drunkenness has been enlarged countless times. He didn't think he could think of such a thing, let alone write it.

"No, you have to write down this sentence on the paper, and the nice things you said before. I will take good care of that piece of paper, and I will look at it every day-I don't want to forget this kind of moment."

Sheffield: "Then why do you want to write a biography?"

Chi Lang: "...In Hubert's biography, you are the defeated side, and you are also considered the evil side. Then I will write you a beautiful biography with you as the protagonist."

"Write the outline first today."

Sheffield leaned over and took a look. Although Chi Lang quickly put it away, he still saw a few lines.

"Sheffield is a nice guy."

"One day he met Chi."

"Then Sheffield became a very good person."

"In the end they lived happily together."

"Why not put our names together and write your own like this?"

Chi Lang: "Because this is your biography, it can't be overwhelming. Using "Chi" can reduce my creative desire. If I write "Chi Lang" directly, I can't help but write a love diary."

Sheffield's tone was a little helpless: "If you are like this, I can't help but want to kiss you again."

Chi Lang was shocked: "It doesn't look like you, don't you always kiss whenever you want?"

Sheffield's eyes changed a little, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and he became very aggressive.

"I always have to think about how to make each kiss better than the last."

"Okay, you must think about it."

Chi Lang wrote very engrossingly. He asked Sheffield questions while writing, and wrote the outline in a jumbled manner. He didn't want to sleep at all, and was finally dragged into bed by Sheffield.

Sheffield's movements were too neat and tidy to give him a chance to struggle. Chi Lang couldn't help but say, "I have so much creative passion after all, so please let me write for a while."

"Go to sleep."

Chi Lang: "But now is not the time to sleep as usual?"

Sheffield's tone was very gentle: "Since you are a little drunk, go to bed early, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable tomorrow."

Chi Lang: "But I'm not sleepy."

"Then lie in bed and rest."

Chi Lang blinked: "Are you trying to do something discordant?"

Sheffield did not speak.

Chi Lang asked several times, and kept poking at Sheffield's arm.

Sheffield, perhaps disturbed by him, clasped his wrist on the bed: "Close your eyes and don't talk."

Chi Lang closed his eyes, and then heard Sheffield say, "Then count how many times we've kissed."

Chi Lang fell asleep quickly during this kind of counting, his breathing was even, and even in his sleep, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Sheffield also closed his eyes, he was not sleepy.

He once dreamed of having **** with Chi Lang.

But when the physical pleasure reached its peak, he felt very sad.

Chi Lang will be very obedient. In the dream, even if he is treated rudely, he will not refuse at all.

But what remained in his heart, those uneasy thoughts and hatreds that came to his mind by chance, together with those dark pasts, always entangled him like vines.

He met someone who could accommodate him, but couldn't help but want more.

When he was so distracted and completely immersed in it, he might treat this person rudely, as if he could vent those hazes out through this.

But it pained Sheffield to think that someone he liked might be treated rudely. And this kind of heartache is enough to block his desire.

Margaret's party was scheduled for three days later. Chi Lang was hesitant to go, but he thought that since he had decided not to communicate with the Howard family, he should not go.

He also went to Song Southwest to exchange feelings, and by the way, he talked about the information about teleportation magic that he found in the Magic Research Association.

A heartless person like Song Nanxin actually seemed to be very worried, frowning tightly, very anxious.

He told Chi Lang: "If we find a way to return to the modern age...

Chi Lang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Song Southwest: "Really... but that magic circle is bad."

Chi Lang was stunned for a moment.

"Can it be repaired? If it can't be repaired, think of another way?"

"That's the magic circle that Hubert left behind... No one can fully repair this magic, except himself."

Chi Lang's heart slowly calmed down.

"If that's the case, then there's no way to fix it, or I'll go to the Magic Research Association and ask, let's find another way."

Song Nanxi smiled: "Don't worry, fortunately you are here, we can still chat, if we can't go back, let's do our best."

Then they recalled the past together again. Chi Lang also thought of Song Nannan's two ex-girlfriends, and sighed, "When you showed your love in front of me, you didn't think that feng shui would take turns."

Song Southwest:…

Chi Lang asked, "Can you cook Chinese food? I want to learn something."

Song Southwest: "...what do you want to do?"

"...I'm just greedy." Facing Song Nanxin's suspicious eyes, Chi Lang confessed, "Actually, I want him to try it too, but he has never eaten fish-flavored shredded pork, spicy chicken, Mapo tofu, diving fish and boiled pork slices. life is not perfect.”

"But what if he can't eat it so spicy, it's so uncomfortable that the taste is not uniform." Chi Lang struggled again.

Song Southwest:…

Then he smiled and said, "I can make instant noodles—you might as well invent instant noodles and let him taste it."

Chi Lang: …

Song Nanxin spread her hands on the table and took a deep breath: "Is the person you like named Sheffield?"

Chi Lang's heart tightened, but it was obvious that he couldn't hide it, so he nodded.

"Is he the Demon King in the abyss?"

Chi Lang sat up straight.

They were sitting at the ends of the long table in the church parlour.

Chi Lang stabilized his mind and said with a smile, "Can you believe it? There are four people in our academy with this name. Everyone knows that Abyss Demon King. He usually talks about it as a joke."

He believed in Song Nannan and his friendship, but he didn't dare to take a little risk.

Song Southwest also smiled: "Really?"

Chi Lang: "...And with the attributes of a passerby like me, it is impossible to meet the Demon King casually. I think I will probably never be able to touch the abyss in my life."

Song Southwest looked at Chi Lang and nodded.

On his unfamiliar face, there was a vague expression that Chi Lang was familiar with.

"Yeah, in fact, I have no way of knowing whether he is the Demon King... But, there is always someone who can know." Song Nanxin patted Xie Chilang's shoulder, "Wait for my good news, I will fix that magic. ."