Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

Chi Jiayan has not been having a good time these few days.

After being kissed forcibly the first day, it took several hours for his mind to recover from that trance and excited state.

Then, he waited on the sofa all night, and every time there was any trouble outside the window, he couldn't help running out to see it.

But every time it's not that person.

Years of companionship with loneliness, and the fact that he has gradually learned from various lessons that he should not have too much hope for anyone, made him no longer fall into the blackened situation like the last time the god of death left.

He just kept silent and lived as usual.

"Does it hurt?" Death's lips left Chi Jiayan's fingers, and his phoenix eyes were slightly cold.

Chi Jiayan came back to his senses, and angrily pulled his finger out of the tall man's hand: "What's the matter with you?"

The pain was still very painful, and the sharp knife cut a small hole, which hurt to death.

"Are you angry," the breath of death enveloped the person in front of you, "or is it because I am not the other Ling Xiao you want to see?"

Chi Jiayan: "..."

Why come back to this question again?

You have repeatedly said that there is only one you in the world, don't I understand?Chi Jiayan slandered, and then turned away from looking at him, no matter who you are, I'm very...

"Of course." He said intentionally, "I...it's brother Ling Xiao, not you."

The two words that can't be said are probably "like".

After a long time, the god of death sighed.

He took a step forward and hugged the angry and indifferent man into his arms.

Chi Jiayan froze.

The god of death put his chin against the top of his black hair, and his hands wrapped around his slender shoulders. This warm and soft human body was tightly embraced by the god of death.Finding that the coolness on his body made the other party shiver, the god of death immediately restrained the bone-chilling cold air that belonged to the god of death, making his body temperature as close as possible to that of a human being.

Very comfortable.

No wonder humans love hugs.

Hugging, what should be said still has to be said.

"No matter which one you want, it's me." When Death spoke, his deep voice caused the vibration of his chest, "My memory is slowly merging, because of the time difference, I can't remember some temporarily. You It’s normal to feel uncomfortable.”

Chi Jiayan didn't speak, he was suddenly pulled into this person's arms, and his brain lost the ability to think.

Death thought he didn't understand, so he said, "If you need me to leave, I can come back later."

"No!" The person in his arms immediately retorted subconsciously, like a cat whose tail has been trampled.

The god of death didn't understand why this man's attitude was inconsistent, so he lowered his head in doubt.

Chi Jiayan, who was in his arms, seemed to have an emotion called anger from embarrassment, and it was obvious that he blurted out his true thoughts and made him extremely annoyed.

It was too late for Chi Jiayan to regret it, but it was already too late.He bit his own lip, leaving a row of marks, and then hugged the god of death with his backhand as if resigning to his fate, and grasped the god of death's clothes as if he was going all out, even the knuckles of his fingers turned white.

"You go." Chi Jiayan's eyes turned red, "I don't want to see you. It doesn't matter if you want to go back to the past and kill me, and it doesn't matter if you want to become a you. Anyway, I am alone , I've been used to it for a long time! You always give me a little hope like this, and then turn it into disappointment, it's really enough."

Death's eyes darkened for a moment.

He didn't know that Chi Jiayan already had full knowledge of what he was doing back in the past.

Facing a person who wants to obliterate his own existence, why is Chi Jiayan still so dependent?

The young man said bitterly: "You said your memory hasn't come back yet, so let me tell you, you promised me to stay with me all the time, as long as I don't get bad again, you won't leave. I don't care what you remember Don’t remember, you said it yourself anyway, and you must count on everything you say. This sentence will not be valid until I get old and become a stinky old man. If you want to break the contract, please be quick! "

Speaking of the last sentence, there was already a look of despair on his face.

The god of death knew that Chi Jiayan did not actually live to old age, he withered at the best age of a human being, past twenty and not yet thirty.

At that time, it was because this speech spirit was really disgusting and his behavior was too disgusting, so he would follow behind him and pay more attention. Who knew that in the end he would be selfless enough to save so many irrelevant people.The god of death doesn't understand why there are such contradictory souls in the world, and even the spirit beads without impurities are wrapped in sin. He didn't understand until he had almost seen the whole life of this speech spirit.

"Not to break the contract." Death's big hand stroked the back of the head of the man in his arms, whispering.

Can't kill, can't let go, even the future has changed because of this, even if it is a mistake, there is no room for change.

Chi Jiayan didn't expect to get such an answer, startled, raised his head and asked: "Really?!"

The god of death responded coldly.

He didn't know what his eyes looked like. In short, when Chi Jiayan saw his eyes like this, his stiff body softened all of a sudden.

The anger in his eyes disappeared, and even the invisible thorns all over his body were obediently put away. This time without his hugging, Chi Jiayan buried his head in his chest again: "I saw the news, You must be very busy. So..."

This action is not difficult to show good and apologetic.

"Brother, I've been working hard to get better." Chi Jiayan didn't go any further, and added in a muffled voice, "Really. When you think about it, you'll know that I haven't lied."

In fact, when he received the job from a local tyrant and faced the insults and contempt of everyone, the monstrous anger and desire for revenge he had once burned, was instantly ignited by the person who was holding him with a soft sentence "Don't be afraid, let's go home". The room collapsed cleanly.

He still remembers the person who said to him, "I can see your potential, I still have expectations for you", he thought of his young self, how he changed his quality step by step, buried his head and cried hard played a game.

After waking up, he began to think that he should live up to that person's expectations. He quickly withdrew from all illegal businesses and began to try to help the weak.

Even if there is only one person in the world who still has hope for him, he will change.

As long as this person is still there, he can persist.

"Okay." Death said.

Warmth gradually permeated between them, and the expression on Death's face was serene. Holding this word spirit made him feel much less tired after seven consecutive days of running around.

Even better than the hot springs in his underworld.

Unfortunately, the good times are not long.

"Knock, knock", someone is tapping on the floor-to-ceiling window glass.

The two turned their heads at the same time, only to see a charming woman in sexy clothes came in from the yard at some point—it was the one that Death had seen in the cake shop.

Seeing that they found her, the woman gave her a wink-like smile, and most of the scenery wrapped in the suspender skirt was exposed due to the movement of bending over.

"Jiajia~" The woman blinked, then pointed to the door to signal them to open it.

Reaper lowered his head and saw Chi Jiayan beside him suddenly pale, as if he saw something that made him flustered.He obviously knew the woman.

Death's eyes became colder.

Chi Jiayan went out and opened the door, and the woman leaned close to him in an intimate posture, then put a white arm on Chi Jiayan's shoulder, and said angrily: "Damn it~ I've made it clear that you will give it to me as soon as possible." I called, why don't you talk about it?"

Chi Jiayan is nearly 1.8 meters tall. Although he is slender, he is considered tall.

Wearing high heels, this woman is even slightly taller than him. With this posture, she looks like a glamorous sister and a little milk dog. If Lu Cheng is here, she will make up a 30-word XX in minutes.

In short, how ambiguous and ambiguous it is.

Chi Jiayan was held by the woman's shoulders, but his eyes were looking at the god of death, and the anger that had been down just now rose again.

It looks like it's going to explode anytime.

However, this time Chi Jiayan's blowout was obviously lacking in confidence, and there was still a hint of despair.

"I'm sorry, sister." He turned his eyes away from Death, and turned to the woman, "I haven't had time to tell you that he's back."

Death asked coldly, "Who are you?"

The woman took two steps back sadly, and immediately changed into a weak one: "I thought you would recognize me in the cake shop, but who knew that you really didn't remember me. Thankfully I found your little lover, day and night Inquiring about your news, forget about the millennium lingering, you are really ruthless..."

Death narrowed his eyes.

Chi Jiayan bit his lips, and then said softly, "Talk slowly."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and quickly walked past Death.

Death took his hand: "Jiajia."

"Brother, let me go." Chi Jiayan broke free, his voice trembling slightly, and he plunged into the room without even looking at the god of death.

The style of painting seems to have changed suddenly - since the appearance of this woman.

Now the god of death feels like he has fallen into a dog-blood drama about family love and ethics that humans love to watch.

When the god of death watched Chi Jiayan enter the room, he heard some kind of chewing sound.

The woman had already opened the small box on the Nakajima stage, and naturally ate the chocolate brownie that belonged to Chi Jiayan.

With a "snap", the god of death shook his figure and knocked the small box to the ground.

His expression was extremely cold, as if he was looking at a mass of dead objects. He already knew that this woman was definitely not a human being, so he asked again: "Who are you?"

The woman was not frightened, but still made a frightening gesture of "covering her chest" in a playful way: "Why are you still so rude... It really hasn't changed at all, Ling Xiao."

It wasn't until I heard my name that distant memories gradually emerged.

The god of death opened his lips, and coldly concluded: "The god of love."

What came was Huo Xin, the god of love who made the world fall into all kinds of love affairs and make the world have desires.

Coincidentally, except that the God of Death once met Cupid when he was an adult, they have never met in the world for thousands of years.

The god of death is ruthless, and naturally has no love. They said that they shouldn't have the opportunity to meet.

Because he knew what went wrong, the god of death didn't waste his time making useless guesses. Maybe it was his change in the future that led to this meeting.

With the restart of the horoscope, all new things are happening so unexpectedly, he just needs to see the tricks.

The curly long hair was pushed back to the back of the neck by Venus, and she tilted her head slightly: "It's disgusting, why are you so cold, just ask someone to be Huo Xin."

Death only felt a headache.

Why are his subordinates and colleagues so abnormal.

He even felt that the training given to him by fate was far more than becoming the god of death, but also including giving him so many wonderful colleagues.

"It's okay to be careful." Huo Xin sat on the high stool, and the change of posture could highlight the turbulent waves, "I won't mind."

"What are you doing here?" Death held back his temper.

"Oh, it's not about you and Jiajia. It's spread all over the God Realm. The god of death and weak humans, and the princess hugging in a big crowd are vivid. Everyone wants to watch the excitement." She said, and then she was full of excitement. Holding his chin in recollection, "Of course I want to be the first one. Because..."

"Because of what?" Zun Ren.

Huo Xin hooked her slender fingers with a provocative expression, as if she wanted to take something out of the low-cut suspender dress in front of the god of death.

Her tone was seductive and sexy, and she deliberately lowered her upper body to face the god of death: "Because...you were here with me and left the seeds of your love~"

The god of death couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately shot.

His figure was extremely fast, and he almost became a shadow between the fights, making it impossible to see clearly.

And Huo Xin didn't give in too much, her gestures were full of charm, the two had a fight in an instant, and finally Huo Xin was pinned on the table.

Chi Jiayan came out with a water glass in his hand.

He wanted to come out and see what Death God and Huo Xin had said. He even found an excuse, but he was so shocked by this scene that he forgot to say anything.

Huo Xin's shoulder straps were half down, revealing her fragrant shoulders, her long hair stuck to her snow-white back, and her whole body was pressed against the table, showing her curves.

And the god of death was pressing behind her, holding the back of Huo Xin's neck with one hand, and the other hand domineeringly clasped her hands together and pressed them on top of her head. His body was tightly pressed against her. It looks a little bloody, and also a little popular.

The house was eerily quiet.

The postures of the two people on the table are also strangely erotic.

Huo Xin spoke first, and said coquettishly: "It hurts so much, brother Ling Xiao, you've been crushed."

Everyone could hear her imitating Chi Jiayan's tone.

The cold air of the god of death surged up in an instant, and even the sky outside the window was overcast.

In the suddenly dimmed light, he could only hear him say word by word: "You, first, give, me, transformation, male, body."

The author has something to say: Eros has no gender, so he can tease Death like Jiajia.

Of course he has something to do.Hey hey.

Forced to change a key word.so pure. QQ