communion

"I thought you had a fever again." Cecil didn't change his face.

"Really—" Cantrella let go of his hand, and then stroked Cesar's slender and strong fingers, "So, where are your gloves?"

"What gloves?"

"Stop pretending, I'm Lilim's younger brother." Cantrella held that hand, and said casually, "Aren't you a clean freak? Why would you want to directly contact me, a person with an unknown disease?"

"I was discovered by you." César smiled lowly, his gaze wrapped around Cantrella like a snake, "You are very special to me."

"What's so special?"

"—Do you like rabbits?" Cesare asked abruptly.

"do not like."

"Then it doesn't matter if I kill him now?" César mentioned the white rabbit on Cantrella's lap, "It's just a sample for anatomy experiments anyway."

"Stop!" Cantrella grabbed the rabbit, "Don't change the subject."

"I don't." César said lightly, "I'm just showing you what is 'special'."

"Reluctant to kill?"

"That's right, but there's more—such as the 'like' hidden in the deepest part of my heart." César was still very gentle, but it made Cantrella creepy for no reason.

The two fell into a stalemate for a moment.

"Hey, let go." César finally broke the silence, "Let me see if you have fully recovered."

Cantrella watched his own blood flow into the syringe bit by bit, the slight tingling pain appeared and disappeared, and he spoke again: "My memory is a bit incomplete...so...we knew each other before?"

César paused and smiled: "Guess?"

As soon as the words fell, César was pulled up by a strong force and slammed against the wall.

"What are you doing?" César stared at Cantrella, who was like a trapped animal, and asked knowingly.

"Stop playing with words." Cantrella gritted his teeth, "I don't have much patience."

"Cantrella." César finally pronounced the name seriously, "If you instill too many memories in one go, he will not be able to bear it."

Cantrella exerted a little more strength and squeezed Cesar's shoulder.

"I don't want you to collapse." César seemed to feel no pain, and his tone remained unchanged, "Take your time, anyway, you and I still have a lot of time."

"We really know each other?"

"Yes." César smiled, "We used to be very close."

"It's best if you tell the truth." Cantrella pressed almost his whole body on César, "Otherwise I'll kill you."

"It's up to you." César and Cantrella were very close, and they seemed to be lingering with warmth, and they put a kiss on Cantrella's forehead.

Even if César's kiss was as soft as a feather, it was still an offense to Cantrella—after all, Cantrella neither remembered nor believed in the "intimate relationship" between the two, but In the end, he didn't get angry on the spot childishly. He took a deep look at Cesare, raised his eyebrows, pulled Cesare's cross necklace, forced him to lower his head, and bit Cesare's lips hard, finally , licked away the oozing blood, and smiled provocatively at César.

"It doesn't matter if you're surprised or angry, I really want to see how you lose your composure, Mr. Father..." Cantrella whispered in César's ear.

"On the contrary, I'm very happy." César gently pinched the back of Cantrella's neck—as if treating a soft animal, "But don't worry, sooner or later, you will get your wish..."

"Hmph." Cantrella pushed César away, "You arrogant guy, be careful to be killed in the lower city."

"Thanks for caring."

"..." Cantrella had nothing to say, turned around and left.

"Tomorrow, continue to see the rabbit—you like him very much, don't you?"

Cantre gave a middle finger and slammed the door.

"It's so cute." César touched the cut on his lower lip and smiled softly, as if a storm was forming in his blue eyes.

Under the eaves, the spider puts away its carefully woven web and walks towards the trapped butterfly step by step.

"So, you two are old acquaintances?" Lilim put down the document, pushed the monocle, and showed a playful smile, "I knew this kind of people before I was eight years old, my good Kanter, you are really capable .”

"It's unbelievable." Cantrera leaned against the window sill, and the setting sun cast a deep shadow on his face.

"Really?" Lilim grasped the small particles, "I bet on a common currency, you will definitely come to the appointment tomorrow."

"I……"

"Needless to say." Lilim waved her hand, "You should go—Cantrella, we have lived together for ten years, but to this day, I still can't find out your missing past, even though César is lying to you , you should give it a try—too many knots, it’s not good for you.” What’s more, what César said may not be a lie.Lilim said in her heart.

"A knot in your heart?" Cantrella smiled wryly, and touched the position close to his heart. His biggest knot in his heart was probably the monster that kept making noises in his body, but who would believe it?

nobody.

Meanwhile, in an intensive care unit in Uptown.

The young nun is injecting medicine for a man. The man is about five or sixty years old, obese and old, but there is always a dark desire hidden in his expression—just like this time, he doesn’t care what medicine he takes, all My mind was glued to the nun.

The nun is just at the age of the most lively girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with exquisite and beautiful features, and an exquisite figure. Even though her expression is always cold and her behavior is as rigid as a doll, her charm cannot be concealed at all—she is dazzling. Be like a star.

Completely ignoring the viscous eyes on her body, the nun cleaned up the tray and left with the medical waste.

Outside the ward, another older nun called her, "Sister Rachel, your Lord César told you to come over."——in an envious, contemptuous and yin-yang tone.

"Yes." Rachel put down the tray expressionlessly.

Rachel has walked countless times on the way to Cecil's residence. Today, Caesar was lazily leaning on the sofa as usual, stroking the cross necklace that he never left.

Seeing this scene, Rachel felt sore in her heart, and her expression became lively, as if she was about to cry.

"Come to me." Césarle sighed, hugged Rachel, and patted her on the back—just like she did to that very little girl back then, "Don't cry."

"But...but..." Rachel seemed to come to life at this moment, "I really miss him."

"He will come back." César put on the necklace again, "I promise, I will bring him back."

"Well, I believe you." Rachel said with red eyes, "Father."