Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

I rubbed Camille's head again to let her let go of me, and then looked at Batisian who was leaning on the window sill in the corner of the room and had been staring at me since the beginning.This is actually the first time I saw this kid. I guess he must be good-looking in this family. His figure is strong but not exaggerated. His face is handsome and has the feeling of a traditional gentleman.

I thought he should say hello after staring at me for so long, but just as I was about to speak, he quickly turned his head and looked at his elder brother, "Who is that person? He is with Brother Bernard."

Baptiste put down what he was preparing, looked back at me first, and then looked at his brother seriously, "I think you should ask him himself, so that he might be happier."

I think the expression on my face must be very subtle now. When the child obediently turned around, his face was blushing.I can't accept it, the sudden shyness of the tall boy is very powerful.I looked at him and suddenly lost my mind.

I have to admit, I really like Yuanfan, I think of him all the time.Thinking about him now, if he hadn't encountered those things, he would also be a college student, enjoying a wonderful campus life.

But in fact, my thinking always goes very fast, I am just feeling, not hoping.Because if he is just a normal college student, whether I can meet him is a matter of opinion. Even if I meet him, I believe he must not have the temperament and paranoia that make me addicted.

You see, I don't particularly think about Yuan Fan, although I like him and feel bad when he leaves him, but I really like to love myself more.

I want to make sure he loves me, so I leave, no matter if it hurts him or not.I want him to love only me, so I'm happy with how much he's been through.Very sick, right?I obviously feel sorry for him.

Batisian came over and extended his hand politely, "Hi, I'm Batisian."

I looked down at the hand. It might be due to race, the skin looked a little rough, and in novels it is often described as delicate without pores, but his hand was so delicate.But it cannot be denied that this is a pair of hands that look pretty good, slender and powerful.It's just that it is trembling slightly now, betraying its owner's will to make others think he is calm.

I may have watched it for a while, but the child's hands became more and more unsteady, and there was even a tendency to want to let go.At this moment, Bernard patted me, "Mo, Batisian is greeting you."

I looked up, the kid was embarrassed with embarrassment, but obviously he didn't do anything wrong.I stretched out my hand to hold the hand he wanted to put down, "I'm sorry, I've always been distracted recently, please forgive me. My name is Mo Xiaoqi."

I saw myself in that child's flickering eyes, and I smiled gently and apologetically.

When I let go, Bernard put his hands on my shoulders and made me face him.His face was too serious, and his gray-blue eyes seemed to look at the sky through cobalt glass.He was staring at me in a way that reminded me of wild animals.If you don't want to lose or die, you must look at each other and not show weakness.

If you say this is my friend, there will be no life-or-death contest, but I feel the probing eyes.After all, I can no longer open my heart to others at will, not because of fear, but because of resistance.Exploration by outsiders makes me feel irritable, I feel angry.

"Mo, you've always been restless. What's wrong with you? You weren't like this before."

I paused, and spoke my first sentence in my mother tongue since I came to post.I said, Bernard, we haven't seen each other for a long time.