communion

Cantrella woke up in a daze in the early morning. Although he had a high fever, his body was not tired and weak after the fever subsided, but he was full of energy as if he had slept enough.He arched contentedly under the quilt, and wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but found that his hand was being held tightly.

Cantrera recalled that during the period when he was burned, he seemed to be held by this hand for a long time, warm and ironing-this made his mood clearer, and he smiled involuntarily, with a tone of With a smile and coquettishness in his face: "Old sister, you are so kind - did you guard me all night?"

"...Are you awake? Do you want some water?" It was the voice of a strange man.

The hair on Cantrella's whole body exploded, and with [-]% of his strength, he pinched the wrist of that hand and turned the person over on the bed, with his knees against his chest and his hands around his neck, neatly making the person under him Can't move.

Through the thin artificial light in the sky, Cantrella could clearly see the person he was subduing—"Cezzle?!!"

"It's me." The man admitted.

"No, what's the difference..." Cantrella maintained a shocked expression, his brain was thinking quickly, he raised Cesar's chin, and mustered up the courage to look at him—even though it was still the blue color in his memory Although it has nothing to do with evil spirits, it can only remind people of warm sea water or the color of the morning sky.

Cantrella blushed strangely.

"Obviously it looked so scary before..." Cantrella thought so, and said involuntarily.

"If you talk about yesterday, I can explain." César smiled. "I was going to visit the grave at that time—so I was not in a good mood."

"Sorry..." Cantrella was dazzled by the gentle smile, and the words of apology blurted out without thinking.

"It's okay, I don't need to sweep the grave anymore." César stretched out his free hand and stroked Cantrella's hair.

——It was comforted by someone!That's when Cantrella realized he was showing too much inner emotion—in front of a stranger!

"Damn it!" Spitning himself in his heart, Cantrella resumed his usual vicious and fierce expression, and tightened his hands on César's neck, "You still haven't said why you showed up at my house!"

"You are sick and have a high fever. Your sister asked me to treat you." César lied without changing his expression.

"Where did Lilim go?"

"I suddenly have a job." Lilim leaned against the door with a tired face, her expression a little stiff, "The priest has guarded you all night."

Cantrella squeezed Cesar's hand and relieved his strength, lowered his head, from Cesar's angle he could only see the tips of his red-hot ears.

"Thank you... thank you..." Cantrella muttered.

"It's okay." César smiled again, "Get off me first, okay?"

It was only then that Cantrella realized the bad posture of the two, and almost jumped up—Although César was tall, he was not the type with strong muscles. Due to the violent action just now, the collar button was torn apart , with blond hair in a mess, a strand stuck to her lips, and the corners of her eyes were red from staying up all night—a fatal temptation.

Cantrella took one look and didn't dare to look again-it was hardly like him.

César, however, looked as usual, and warned: "The cause of your fever is unknown, just to be on the safe side, come to me for a review tomorrow afternoon."

"Understood." Lilim took the words and took a step forward, "Thank you, it's getting late, I think you still have work."

"That's right." César took a deep look at Lilim, "There will be a period later."

Lilim has always felt that even in the eyes of her elders, Cantrella is a very attractive young man—especially when he is not smiling, his unrestrained aggression with dark characteristics—definitely fascinates Down thousands of girls.

So, when she saw Cantrella staring blankly for the hundredth time, she finally couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily slapped the table—"Cantrella!"

"Ok?"

"What's the matter with you? What are you thinking?"

"... Cesare."

Lilim took a sip of black tea, "You don't fucking fall in love with him, do you?"

"How is it possible?" Cantrella held his forehead, "I just think he is very different."

"Oh? Where?"

"I think he's familiar—a very strange kind of familiarity." Cantrera paused, realizing that his logic was very confused, "I mean, I seem to have known him a long time ago—you know me I don’t remember much about the past, only a vague feeling.”

"Maybe it's just a sense of déjà vu."

"No." Cantrella showed a distressed look, "He appeared in my nightmare yesterday."

"He killed you?" Lilim raised her eyebrows.

"No." Cantrella looked awkward, "He saved me."

"Damn it." Lilim cursed, "Cantrella, listen, you have to seize the opportunity."

"what chance?"

"A chance to see César for a follow-up visit."

"Then?"

"Take out your usual appearance." Lilim's eyes flashed with vengeance, "Fuck him!"

In the afternoon, the downtown area finally cleared up.

Cantrella stood in front of César's temporary consulting room, thought for a while, and chose to go in. Although Lilim's proposal was very absurd, it would be better to ask César to answer some doubts in person.

It was only when he actually entered the consultation room that Cantrella realized that he was too naive—the room was packed full of patients, and it was very difficult for him and César to speak a word, so he had to step back and find a doctor at the end of the bench. Take an empty seat and sit down.

César was seeing a doctor for an old woman, but he still keenly caught the slight sound of the door being pushed open. He looked at Cantrera, with a smile in his eyes, and nodded to him, but there was no more expression .

Cantrella can take a long vacation once he goes to the arena, so he is not in a hurry, and the waiting time brings him a bit of leisure-until something arches his calf.

Looking down, it was a snow-white rabbit.

Cantrella was unimpressed by the so-called "cute" animals, and moved his legs away without showing any signs.

But the rabbit didn't give up, as if he recognized him, he continued to lean against his leg, and even had the intention of climbing up his trouser leg.

Cantrella: "..."

Holding the rabbit's long ears, Cantrella sent it to César's eyes: "Your?"

"Hmm." César was writing the case. "Hold me for a while? He seems very close to you."

"……All right."

So, when César sent the last patient away, what he saw was this kind of scene - the usually handsome and almost demonic young man put away the aggression and sharpness in his bones, and leaned on the chair with a snow-white rabbit in his arms Sleeping soundly on its back, it looks cute and harmless.

The years seem to be folded at this moment, César used to touch Cantrella's smooth forehead, but was grabbed by the wrist before reaching the goal - Cantrella opened his eyes, although the raised eyes Still covered with water vapor, the danger in it is undeniable.

"What do you want to do to me? Huh?"