[Naraku] Just to get you

In the quiet hut, there was a slightly heavy breathing sound at this moment.

"Heh..." The man on the top smiled slightly, his Adam's apple moved slightly, causing a slight rustling tremor, "I can't take it anymore, Clock."

The clock didn't speak, but his ears were very sensitive, and he could hear the restless heartbeat in the chest beside him.

"Nothing else, I just want an answer, Naraku."

"Answer?"

"Yes, the answer." The clock's hand clenched the skirt of Naraku's chest, "Naru, why did you do all this? Why are you thinking so hard?"

"For what?" Naraku seemed to ask himself, paused for a while, and then continued, "I thought I had told you that what I Naraku wanted was powerful power."

"It's that simple?"

"of course."

"Then you don't need to take so many detours and waste so much time on me, Naraku. You can..." The elegant purple kimono was crumpled, and it seemed to crumpled Naraku's heart.

"It is necessary, Clock." Naraku's words interrupted Clock's speech, "You have to understand one thing, that is, this power must be perfect and impeccable."

"So?" Zhong Zhong slightly raised his eyes and asked.

"You understand, clock." Naraku also lowered his eyelashes, his brows were sad.

"Yes, I understand." Clock stared into Naraku's eyes and said, "I'm the flaw, right, Naraku."

"Very good." Naluo's jade hand touched Clockwork's half-long black hair, "Very well, Clockwork, you are finally smart."

He rubbed his hands carefully as he spoke, as if he was very attached to the touch of his hands.

"Then are you going to kill me today, Naraku?"

Naraku rested his chin on the clock's head, and said with a deep smile, "No, not now, clock."

"When was that? What do you mean by goodbye?"

"Yeah, farewell, clock, would you..."

"what?"

Naraku seemed to lose her voice suddenly, and it took a while to speak again.

"No, nothing, clock."

While talking, he used force with his hands and lifted the clock's forehead, and he also bent down and kissed the clock's forehead.

Without waiting for the clock to react, the man whispered again: "This is my kindness to you during this period, and I am asking for thanks, Clock."

The moonlight was half hidden in the forest, but some glimmers escaped into the house.

The man on the forehead, the corners of the eyes and the brows, seemed to have a trace of indescribable sadness hanging down, but a smile was deliberately rippling from the corner of his mouth.

"Nai Luo, you tonight are so strange..."

"Hehe..." The man's chest trembled, and the clock trembled slightly.

This pleasure also seems a bit inexplicable to the clock.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "Junmo" for frying the little wolfberry landmine (≧?≦)/

Thanks to the little angels "Ghost Lantern Sang" and "One Leaf Knows Autumn" for watering the nutrient solution (≧?≦)/

Half-heart little angel, long-term little angel, what? (≧?≦)/

Feather gray little angel, shy (≧?≦)/