live to death

Mo Yinhe's shoulders felt a little uncomfortable, and he wanted to move to find a comfortable position, but he didn't want to, but in exchange for heavier pressure.

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." Mo Yinhe looked at Xiuwu's animal pupils and comforted him softly.

"I'm right here. Wherever you are, I'll be there." Mo Yinhe tried to move again this time, but Xiu didn't continue to suppress him.

The dark red light in Xiuyan's pupils was like tumbling magma, burning all emotions and destroying all emotions that could be hidden in the pupils.

Mo Yinhe tried to get up slightly, this time he put a kiss on Xiu's lips instead.Just like last time, very light, but very firm.

Xiu didn't avoid it, he even turned his head to look at Mo Yinhe, as if begging for more kisses.

Mo Yinhe tried to move his arms, but Xiu didn't suppress him again this time, he successfully freed his arms from Xiu's hands.Mo Yinhe didn't even need to look to know that there must be a red mark on his arm.

Mo Yinhe held Xiu's face in his hands, and then wrapped his forearm around his head, almost in a state of opening himself to him.

Xiu is very self-taught. Although his sanity has not yet returned, he already understands what Mo Yinhe is doing.

But he didn't do anything, he just hugged Mo Yinhe and held him tightly to his chest.The wings spread out, wrapping Mo Yinhe in it.Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, but Mo Yinhe, who was resting his head on Xiu's shoulder, didn't see it.

Xiu's fingers swept over Mo Yinhe's hair, and he pinched his head, his breath was full of this man's smell.

He can smell other people's breath, so he is using his own breath to cover those smells that don't belong to him.But he didn't know what else to do, so he could only hug Mo Yinhe quietly.

At this time, Xiu was like a child who couldn't live without his parents. Although his figure was big enough to wrap Mo Yinhe, his whole body was full of nostalgia.

Mo Yinhe left his most vulnerable neck to Xiu.It is probably extremely rare since ancient times to leave one's own neck to a berserk orc.

Xiu's nose rubbed against Mo Yinhe's shoulder and neck over and over again, sniffing his body over and over again.

How much he wanted to monopolize this person.

A trace of black mist flashed in Xiu's eyes, it was the Yin spirit who was fighting with his soul, but Xiu didn't make the slightest sound, as if the person who was fighting at this time was not him.

The smell in his nostrils turned into a bright light on the dark road, bit by bit lighting up the road ahead that he couldn't see.

At this time, Mo Yinhe fell into a deep sleep for some reason, which was not what Mo Yinhe wanted.

In the dream, he saw a boy.There was no expression on his face, and not far from his small body was a sleeping lion.After sensing Mo Yinhe's arrival, the lion lazily raised his eyes and glanced at himself, then moved his eyes to the child not far away.

There were broken roses all over the boy's body, and the hem of his white clothes was stained with rose juice. At first glance, it looked like blood flowing from an injury.The boy's cheeks were as white as paper, almost transparent, as if they would disappear in the field of flowers in a blink of an eye, only the corners of his clothes still showed some color and vitality.

The boy's hair was silver-gray, mixed with a few strands of inconspicuous white.

The vicissitudes of youth.Even though he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, his face was filled with the dead silence of the world, without the slightest ripple.

For some reason, seeing this scene, Mo Yin felt a sharp pain in his heart. He wanted to go over to the boy and say, "Come with me?" But the boy is safe now, why did he go with him?

The boy didn't seem to see him, but the lion saw him, and his eyes turned to himself again.The golden eyes are full of tenderness, like a torch, which cannot illuminate the world, but warms the world.

The old-fashioned animation that seems to have pressed the play button, the moment the lion looked at the boy, he was finally no longer just a statue, although it was very small, there were some vivid expressions on his face.

Looking at the lion, the young man was filled with Mo Yinhe's incomprehensible firmness and silence.

He stood barefoot in the rose field, and his feet were covered with lying branches with thorns.But he didn't care, he walked towards the lion step by step.The lion just looked at him with a soft light in his eyes, but instead of standing up and approaching the boy, he watched the boy walk towards him step by step.

One step, one step of blood.

Mo Yinhe wanted him not to leave, but he couldn't make a sound, and the boy didn't notice what Mo Yinhe was thinking, he just walked forward step by step.

Suddenly, the boy fell down among the thorn bushes, his palm was punctured and blood flowed out.Mo Yinhe wanted to run towards him, but found that he couldn't move.

The boy didn't care, he got up and let the blood drip on the petals.

Bright red petals, bright red blood, it is hard to tell who is red and who.

Only then did Mo Yinhe realize that the roses under his feet were white.The bright red flowers along the way were watered with blood.

The pure white petals were like blades, hurt Mo Yinhe's eyes, and pierced hard into his heart.

The boy approached the lion, ignoring that his pure white shirt had been dyed red.

Looking at the lion's golden pupils, Mo Yinhe sensed the boy's joy.In sheer joy, he finally reached the end of his journey and finally came to his side.

The lion raised his eyes, not surprised that the boy approached.It didn't dodge or avoid it, allowing the boy to walk to it, and then slowly knelt down in front of it.

The lion and the boy looked at each other.

One pair of eyes is full of tenderness, and the other pair of eyes is full of pleasure.

Suddenly the lion opened its mouth as if to bite the young boy's neck, but he neither dodged nor dodged, and didn't think it was a threat at all.

The lion didn't bite him, it opened its mouth and bit his heart.

A small drop of blood rolled down, and the lion rolled all of it into its mouth.

The young man was leaning against the lion, with pure joy and satisfaction on his face, as if as long as he was with him, no matter what difficulties he went through, he would not be afraid.The blood on the young man's body faded away, and he returned to his original appearance, leaving only a smear of bright red on the corner of his clothes.

Looking at his sleeping face, the lion stood up silently and got closer to the boy, surrounded him, and then fell asleep.

The lion and his head leaned together, and they fell into a dark and sweet dream together.

Mo Yinhe couldn't leave here, so he could only watch helplessly as the lion disappeared after the boy woke up from his dream.

He stared blankly at the field of pure white roses in front of him.

The boy was not surprised, nor did he cry, but his eyes became dead silent again.

Mo Yinhe thought that he would choose to give up, or chose to leave.

But the boy didn't have it, he searched here over and over again.Mo Yinhe was always by the boy's side, but he couldn't see himself.He ignored the scars that reappeared on his body.I don't know how long I've been looking for, but it's been so long that it turned into a sea of ​​red flowers when Mo Yinhe first arrived, and Mo Yinhe wanted to make the boy stop, but he was still looking for it.

Just when Mo Yinhe felt a little hopeless, the boy stopped.

Mo Yinhe wondered if he already wanted to give up.But I saw the young man kneeling in the flower field, peeling away the layers of flower branches, revealing a small sleeping lion cub inside.

The little lion was only the size of a palm, and was snoring like a sleeper.

The young man knelt beside the little lion, carefully holding him in his arms.

The boy turned around and walked step by step to the place where they first met.

With every step, the boy grows up.When he returned to the original place, the little lion still didn't wake up, but the boy had already grown into a young man.

After an unknown amount of time, the little lion finally opened his eyes and took his first step tremblingly.

The young man sat next to the little lion.

Same place, same people, different identities.This time it became a young man watching the little lion grow up step by step tenderly.

The little lion seems to have a very bad memory. Every day, he will forget the young man, and then frighten him fiercely, and then fall into the young man's gentle gaze.

One day, the little lion finally grew up to be as mighty as before.His hair is golden yellow, very mighty, he seems to have finally remembered the young man who has been with him all the time, he shakes his fluffy and beautiful hair, but when he turns around, he finds that the person who has been following him has disappeared, only A little boy looked at him in place, his eyes were ignorant.

Mo Yinhe understood, and only then did he realize that tears had covered his whole face before he knew it.

Mo Yinhe opened his eyes, but met a gentle eyebrow.

The red pupils are full of love and guilt, as deep as an abyss.

Mo Yinhe fell willingly.

The tears on his face were wiped clean, but Mo Yinhe opened his mouth a few times but couldn't make a sound.

The person in front of him stroked Mo Yinhe's face with his fingers, and said the most gentle words Mo Yinhe had ever heard.

"I am back."

Mo Yinhe used to hypnotize himself, and he would not call out Qin Chu's name when he had no memory, and the hypnosis would only be undone when Qin Chu came back.

Now he really came back, right in front of his eyes.

Mo Yinhe hugged Qin Chu tightly, no matter how embarrassed he was, no matter how violent his tears were.

Qin Chu hugged Mo Yinhe back, how reassuring the temperature he felt through the thin clothes.

"Qin Chu..." After sobbing for a long time, Mo Yinhe buried his head and called out the name he had been thinking about day and night.

"I'm back." Qin Chu gave an affirmative answer after kissing Mo Yinhe's ear lightly.

"Qin Chu..."

"I'm here, I'm back."

"Qin Chu..."

"baby I love you."

"..."

"Qin Chu..."