My monsters are going to heaven

"Eat me, or eat?"

Hearing Jin Poluo's words, Lu Yiming raised his eyebrows secretly.

He said coldly: "Bring it."

"What?" Kimporo asked, looking down at him.

Without further ado, Lu Yiming took his right hand directly, brought it to his mouth, and took a bite with all his strength against the back of his hand.

There was a light "click" when the teeth bit the skin, and a bitter taste of herbs was tasted in his mouth.

Lu Yiming spat a few times "Bah bah bah", frowned and wiped his mouth in disgust, "Did you wash your hands after taking the medicine?"

Glancing at the back of that hand, there were only two tooth marks left on it.

Still can't bite?

Kim Poro pulled his hand back and stroked the white tooth marks on the back of the quilt, not only did not feel annoyed, but instead raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Is it delicious?"

Before Lu Yiming could answer, he had already bent down, cupped Lu Yiming's face, pressed it against his nose, moved his lips so close that there was only a piece of paper, and he was about to stick it but didn't stick it at all, and said in a low voice: "How about Would you like to eat more?"

As if bewitched, Lu Yiming felt an urge to bite his lips for a moment.

Immediately, Lu Yiming was taken aback by his own thought, he couldn't help but tighten his lips, and the corners of his eyes floated over Kim Poro's temples to the eaves behind.

In fact, he already knew the taste of these lips.

And know it clearly.

Especially at noon, I was forced to taste it.

In fact, it didn't have any special taste at first.

But after a long time together, there will be a strange sweetness from the tip of the tongue, it is a faint smell, like the aroma of pine needles or birch leaves, people can't help but wonder if he is staying in the tree After a long time, even the blood carried this smell.

Lu Yiming thought about eating—at first he thought the rice was tasteless, but after he tasted it carefully, it smelled like rice and was sweet.

Kim Poro continued to seduce patiently with that low magnetic and pleasant voice: "Look at me."

What catches your eyes.

I've seen it a thousand times.

Clearly resisting in his heart, Lu Yiming couldn't help but look away from the eaves.

His eyes seemed to be drawn by an invisible thread, and slowly fell on the face in front of him, which was backlit and had dark and inexplicable features.

They were too close to see the whole face, and didn't know what the expression on this face was.

Can't even see clearly.

Lu Yiming clearly knew that the pupils of those eyes should reflect himself.

Subconsciously, he raised his eyes to look at the pair of eyes facing him that he had been avoiding just now. In the darkness, he could only see a black paint with no bottom. It was like looking into an abyss.

There was a trace of panic in my heart, but my eyes seemed to be fixed by something, and I couldn't move my gaze away.

Immediately, the palpitations in my heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a warm sense of peace of mind.

In fact, all along, no matter whether Lu Yiming was jealous or angry with Jin Poluo, he never really regarded him as an outsider.

As long as the eyes met, he felt inexplicably at ease, and felt that Kimporo belonged to him.

—Look at him, toward him, let him.

Even when he realized that Ah Jin and Hua Moyan were having shady activities, he still couldn't really drive Ah Jin away.

"Ah Jin..." Lu Yiming opened his mouth, wanting to ask him if he had used some kind of voodoo technique on him?

However, the distance was too close, and with a slight movement, his lips touched Kimporo's.

It was as if the prey touched the mechanism and was instantly bound by the net in the water.

Lu Yiming stretched out his hand and pressed Kim Poro's soft lips with his right thumb, moved his head back a little, frowned slightly, and said mockingly, "Why, is this all you have in mind?"

Kimporo opened his mouth and took his finger.

There was a warm and moist touch from the fingertips, and a sharp object scraped gently from the nail.

At this time, don't forget to bite.

Lu Yiming snorted, "What a beast."

He pushed his thumb up against the sharp canine tooth, and whispered bitterly, "Don't bite!"

As he spoke, he turned his face slightly, and quickly kissed those thin lips before Kimporo could react.

Kim Poro was taken aback for a very rare moment, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The spring evening wind blew over a string of bronze wind chimes outside Sister Chen's window, and they rang softly and delicately.

"Look, it's fine if it's not like this, don't make it sticky all the time." Under the moonlight, Young Master Lu's squinted and lazy face was reflected in Jin Poluo's eyes.

Kim Poro blinked, the tenderness from before still remained on his lips.

There is an invisible string in the chest that is plucked by something, and it makes a sound that shakes the heart.

Even if he forcibly occupied that place before, even if he was about to eat people alive during the day, his chest never throbbed like it is now.

Young Master Lu has walked around Kimporo and stood up briskly, patted his buttocks, and walked slowly towards the door, muttering: "I'm so hungry. Let's go have some supper...? What should I eat? Wonton, or noodles?" ?..."

Kim Poro looked at his back as if nothing had happened, with ridicule in the corner of his eyes, he also stood up, and chased after him in two or three steps.

A corner of the night market.

Lu Yiming picked up a dumpling, took a bite, and the fresh meat burst with the smell of mushrooms in his mouth.

Eyes lit up.

tasty.

Couldn't help but took a second bite.

While eating, he took a peek at the opposite side. Kim Poro was looking down at a plate of Lu Yiming's more casual noodles, not moving his chopsticks, lacking interest.

Of course Lu Yiming knew that he didn't like to eat these things.

If two people come out to eat supper, but he is the only one eating it, it is really strange, so every time he will order an extra one.

The wind blew off a leaf on the side of the road, and it floated into Lu Yiming's collar, making him itchy.

Lu Yiming lowered his head and reached out to pick it up, but he couldn't find it.

A hand stretched out from the opposite side and took out the leaf directly.

It is a peach leaf.

Lu Yiming didn't look up at the owner of the hand, and looked away at the empty table next to him, silently chewing his fresh meat and mushroom dumplings.

When he thought of the erratic kiss just now, he still felt a little unbelievable in his heart.

Why did I suddenly think...

It's strange, I guess it's really something evil.

A woman hurriedly sat down at an empty table nearby and ordered a bowl of dumplings.

Lu Yiming glanced at her inadvertently.

A middle-aged woman who looks a little afraid of the cold.

In warm weather, most women in small towns put on thin skirts, but this woman wrapped her whole body tightly with cotton towels and cotton clothes.

As if sensing his gaze, the woman turned her head and met his eyes.

The kerosene lamp hanging on the food stand reflected the woman's frightened expression.

Lu Yiming opened his eyes wide and blurted out: "Wang... Aunt Wang?"

The woman called Aunt Wang jumped up from the chair as if she had seen a ghost, knocked away the boss who had just brought the dumplings, and ran away.

Lu Yiming was much more agile than her. He grabbed her arm and asked, "Ms. Wang, why are you running? Where have you been all this time? Did you know something happened to Xiulian?"

Upon hearing the name, Aunt Wang kicked her feet and burst into tears.

"Xiulian, my poor daughter!"

Police station.

When Wen Yuan received the news at night, he hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed to the office, and went straight to the interrogation room.

Inside sat a shivering middle-aged woman, wearing a jacket as thick as a quilt, and the heat was so hot that sweat kept slipping from her forehead.

Wen Yuan smiled at her: "Sister, take off your jacket first, look at you are hot."

Seeing that the woman was still trembling, he got up and poured her a cup of tea, and said softly, "Drink."

The woman looked at the gentle and friendly young man in front of her, and slowly relaxed, took a sip of tea.

When her expression calmed down, Wen Yuan opened the file unhurriedly: "Are you the widow Wang from Seventh Street, Jinling Town?"

More than a month ago, the body of a girl named Wang Xiulian in Jinling Town appeared in Chen's house.

According to the investigation, Wang Xiulian was buried in public a few days ago, but the whereabouts of her mother, the widow Wang, are unknown.

The woman nodded.