[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Kate put the food on the table and left.This is a table of delicacies with some Mediterranean flavors, such as seafood stewed noodles and tomato jelly soup, as well as steaks carefully fried and sprinkled with basil, served with wine and desserts, it looks very appetizing.

Kate and her husband's cooking skills are very good, and the food tastes delicious, but Zhou Mao ate it with no taste.

"What's the matter? It feels like you have no appetite." Paul kept staring at Zhou Mao: "Don't you like seafood?"

Zhou Mao was stunned for a moment.He didn't realize that he was showing a lack of appetite.This can't work, Zhou Mao thought, if he eats like this, it will be too disrespectful to Kate who has done the cooking seriously.

He shook his head, put his thoughts behind him, and started to eat the food seriously.The seafood stewed noodles are really delicious, and Zhou Mao quickly got into the mood.

Paul couldn't help laughing when he saw the person in front of him returning to the way he used to eat.He vaguely guessed why Zhou Mao was absent-minded just now, and couldn't help feeling a little proud.

After Zhou Mao finished eating the food on the table, Paul wanted Kate to make some more, but Zhou Mao hurriedly reached out to stop him.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he said helplessly. "Although I have been hungry all day, I have already eaten a large bowl of stewed noodles and soup, and a whole steak. Now I really can't eat any more."

Kate smiled and said, "Paul probably just likes to watch you eat." She handed Zhou Mao a piece of cake and poured another cup of tea: "You are so cute when you eat. Everyone next to me wants to sit down and eat with you."

Zhou Mao took a piece of cake with a fork, put it into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and muttered in a low voice: "He doesn't like to watch me eat, he just enjoys the pleasure of feeding pigs."

Paul laughed. He patted Zhou Mao's head and said, "Now my pig is full, should I kill it?" He turned to look at Kate: "When Mao Mao finishes eating the cake, we will eat it." Go upstairs and rest."

Kate nodded, smiling eyes: "Okay, the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor is for you."

She looked at Zhou Mao and showed a playful expression: "Don't be too tired. If Paul bullies you, just ring the bell beside the bed, and Scott and I will rush in to rescue you."

Zhou Mao's face turned red instantly.He thanked Kate and ate the cake in silence.The moment he put down the fork, Paul took his hand and dragged him into the room.

This is a warm and beautiful bedroom.Inside the house, the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, bringing warmth and lighting up the room very brightly.The lily-of-the-valley patterned wallpaper is clean and tidy.A huge double bed was in the middle of the house, with layers of curtains on the bed frame, and a faint smell of peppermint on the neat sheets and bedding.

There were two scented candles beside the bed. Paul picked them up and took a look. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up: "Kate really understands me." He picked up a stick of incense and lit the candles. floral.

Zhou Mao stood at the door, watching Paul kept admiring Kate's thoughtfulness, and the sour feeling in his heart surged up again.He hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but said softly: "You and Kate have a really good relationship, have you known each other for a long time?"

"I've known her since she was a little girl." Paul took off his cloak and hung it on a hanger. "I watched her grow up, get married and have children. We have a good relationship and I used to come to this hotel to visit the couple."

"That's it. No wonder she knows you so well." Zhou Mao murmured and stopped talking.

Seeing Zhou Mao's appearance, Paul showed an imperceptible smile.He walked up to Zhou Mao, put one hand on the door frame, and gently raised his chin with the other, and asked, "What's the matter? Do you envy her? Are you jealous?"

"No." Zhou Mao turned his head away from looking into Paul's eyes.

Paul smiled softly, he picked up Zhou Mao, ignored his struggle, threw him on the big bed, then spread his legs, knelt on Zhou Mao and looked down at him.

"There is nothing to envy her," Paul said, gently touching Zhou Mao's cheek and lips with his fingers: "I can let you get to know me slowly."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and kissed Zhou Mao's lips.

On the bed, the smell of scented candles was very strong, Zhou Mao's mind was a little dizzy, and he was passively kissed by Paul.Paul's tongue kept pestering and teasing, making Zhou Mao's body gradually warm up.

Paul kissed enough and raised his head.Zhou Mao was under him, his lips were slightly parted, and there were still some lewd ||His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were moist, and he looked at himself hazily.

Paul's heart skipped a beat, he pressed onto Zhou Mao's body, hugged Zhou Mao's waist tightly with both hands, and buried his head deeply in the socket of his neck.

"Maomao. You are so cute, I like you so much." Paul gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I really want to be with you for the rest of my life."

Although he knew that this was the plot of the novel, Zhou Mao's heart still trembled when he heard it.He wanted to respond to Paul, but Paul raised his head and pressed Zhou Mao's lips with his index finger.

"You don't need to answer me." Paul still smiled, but with a hint of helplessness on his expression: "I like you. This is my own decision."

"I don't like you because of the blood in your body. I like you as a whole. But I know, I know that you may not like me, a vampire. You and I have been together only because you are gentle and kind, and I can't bear to let you I was starving, and I made others suffer. You slept with me, and it was just the inducement of poison."

"But I still like you." Paul gently stroked Zhou Mao's cheek: "You are so young, you will probably meet a human being you really like in the future. At that time, I will bless you. But now, I want to ask you," he stretched out his hand, and hugged Zhou Mao in his arms again: "Please give me this time of your life."

"I love being with you so much," Paul murmured. "Watching you fall asleep every day, waiting for you to get off work, I like this kind of short and long, expectant and tense days. I think about it every day." meet you."

He touched Zhou Mao's forehead with his lips: "During the few days I met you, I felt that all my previous life was meaningless."

Zhou Mao listened to Paul's confession silently.He remembered what the narrator had told him, that he would marry Paul and have children, and he couldn't help laughing slightly.

He has too many worries, how can I marry someone else.Zhou Mao thought, in this story, I will stay with him until he dies of old age.

Zhou Mao touched Paul's soft blond hair gently, and said, "Since you like this time so much," he blinked, "Then I'll try to extend it as long as possible."

Paul looked up, and there seemed to be fire in his blue eyes. "How long can it last?" He asked softly.

"It depends on your performance." Zhou Mao smiled, put his hands around Paul's neck, and kissed him lightly: "If you behave well, it is not impossible to prolong my life to the last second."

Paul stared at Zhou Mao closely.The fire in his eyes burned more and more intensely, as if he was going to swallow Zhou Mao.

"Thank you." Paul whispered hoarsely, "Thank you, Mao Mao." He clasped Zhou Mao's hands on his head and kissed them deeply.

Zhou Mao didn't know how he survived these two days.He only felt that he was made to pass out, and then he was made to wake up again.Paul didn't seem to stop for a moment, he sucked Zhou Mao's blood while caressing him.Zhou Mao's body was covered with deep and shallow tooth marks, even the inner side of the big||leg||inside||side were not spared.

Zhou Mao only remembered the last moment, when he was lying in Paul's arms, after being fed some water and food by him, he fell into a deep sleep.When he woke up, he found that he had left the hotel and was on the bed in Paul's house.

"Wow, it's so enjoyable." The voice of the narration came out in Zhou Mao's mind. "I basically didn't read a single narration, you can make the plot go like this, should I say you are talented or..."

"Shut up, you." Zhou Mao said angrily.

Paul saw Zhou Mao opened his eyes, and hurried to Zhou Mao: "Are you awake? Are you okay?" He kissed Zhou Mao's forehead.

"...Not good." Zhou Mao felt like his whole body was falling apart, and it was difficult to even sit up. "I regret it. I'm going to cut it short."

Paul smiled, and lay down on the bed, hugged Zhou Mao in his arms, touched his face and said, "Regret? It's too late."

He whispered, "I won't let you go."

Zhou Mao looked at Paul speechlessly, sighed resignedly, and said, "You are just messing around like this. Kate is so kind to you, and you made his room look like that. In the end, I just came back without saying thank you or sorry." gone."

"I told you for you. I also cleaned up the room for her and bought her new sheets." Paul comforted Zhou Mao softly, "Don't worry about these things." He bowed his head and kissed Zhou Mao's lips: " have a good rest."

Zhou Mao nodded.He lay in bed for another whole day before returning to work at the police station.

Including the day of being kidnapped, Zhou Mao skipped work for four days.But fortunately, the police station was not very busy during this time. Inspector William knew that Zhou Mao had been kidnapped, so he didn't make it difficult for Zhou Mao. He just asked him to work overtime for a few more days to make up for the absences.

In the next few weeks, the work of the police station gradually increased.Fein's health has been very bad recently. He had just recovered from a cold, and then got some other illness.Hannah had to spend a lot of time at work to take care of him, and her work naturally fell on Zhou Mao.

In addition, Zhou Mao's life can be said to be leisurely and contented, very comfortable.Detective William couldn't think of asking Zhou Mao to monitor Paul, but at this time he had already completely lived in Paul's house.The life of the two became more and more harmonious. Paul did not make things difficult for Zhou Mao in bed, and Zhou Mao gradually got used to the feeling of being under Paul.

Although there is no need for surveillance, Paul still has to lie in bed with Zhou Mao in handcuffs every night.Paul euphemistically called it to enhance the relationship, so Zhou Mao went with him.

Zhou Mao felt that this day was very good.If he got off work earlier in the afternoon, he would go home directly, move a chair and sit in front of the bed, read a book, and watch Paul lazily taking a nap.From time to time, he would reach out and touch Paul's hair, which was soft and smooth, as if he were stroking a big cat.

If Paul is awake at this time, he will imitate the purring sound of a real cat from its throat to make Zhou Mao laugh.Looking at the sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains, Zhou Mao thought that it would be nice if he could stay in this world forever.

But he knew it wasn't going to work.No matter how beautiful this world is, it is nothing but an illusion.All these scenes are just described in a few sentences in the novel.

Zhou Mao sighed and thought to himself: I can probably understand why Momo doesn't want to go back.

"No." The narrator suddenly made a voice: "Zhou Mo is different. Zhou Mo is also lonely in this world."

It paused and whispered, "If you don't enter her world, she will be alone."

Zhou Mao was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the narrator to say such words suddenly.

"If Momo is alone in this world, why doesn't she return to reality?" Zhou Mao asked softly.

"The real world is more lonely. In the real world, she will only get hurt constantly. In this world, she is protected anyway." The voice of the narrator is cold and calm: "And, in this world, at least you will come in with her."

"But in reality, I can accompany her better." Zhou Mao vaguely sensed something, and said, "I will always be by her side."

"Don't lie," said the narrator. "I do not believe."

After finishing speaking, the narrator fell silent, no matter how Zhou Mao called, he would not make a sound.

The author has something to say:

Open house is a good thing.But I can't write specifically.It hurts. 【

Everyone should be able to guess that the mouth is the mouth, so I don’t know how to write it~