Cupid

The wooden box that was born with you is part of your soul.

During the period when you were in a coma, the one held by Su Nuo completely witnessed the actions of Su Nuo occupying the body of the knotweed——

Whether it's razing the entire building circle of the Boys' Academy to the ground, massacring the cursed spirits within the sight range to make fresh blood wine, or relying solely on hand-to-hand combat skills to train Fukuroi without destroying the shikigami.

All are properly stored in your memory.

Those pictures are like a movie, presented in front of you frame after frame, making you feel ridiculous for no reason.

You have to memorize the whole ten pages of herbal medicine before the sun goes down, or you won't have dinner.

When performing Kagura dance, no matter how smooth the front dance is, as long as the rhythm is lost for a moment because of hunger, you will be beaten with a whip when you return home.

Even crying and saying "I have worked hard" will be treated as a child's cunning excuse by them, and they will be treated more cruelly.

[Don't always make excuses for yourself, you should frankly admit your uselessness, and then vow to do it next time. 】

【You should complete the task】

[And we can't just be satisfied with completion, we should do better]

——In the education you received in the past, there are only two judgment rules for things: completed and unfinished, good and bad.

If the goals set at that time cannot be achieved, then the efforts and struggles in the practice process will be meaningless.

In the end "sorry" became the most common word in your long years.

It makes you run away from disappointed looks, scornful words, and cruel torture, and it makes you disappear from the road to a happy future with someone.

After all, life is not easy, so why ask for hardship to carry you forward?

…Only people who "love" you will stay by your side in the end.

Just like this time, you obviously failed to do anything well in the end, and the content of the contract is only to keep your life.Because of that little "love" curse, he will accumulate blood wine as the source of life for you, and then continue to stay by your side.

only love".

Only the "love" brought by wine can give you a breather from the environment where you are constantly being criticized.

The palm touching your cheek is warm, the feeling of blood wine repairing the body is also warm, but his attitude is not so friendly.

In the field, Su Nuo was leaning on his bone chair, his posture was casual and loose.

A second before you opened your eyes, he was still playing with the hair on the side of your face.

Twist the long hair that is as smooth as running water and always escapes from the fingertips into a mess, and firmly control it in the palm of your hand, adding a little trouble to you to entertain yourself. This is a game that men have never tired of after 70 years.

However, your long hair was shortened a lot during the battle with the curse spirit.

It's like a giant dragon gathering treasures suddenly discovers that a few gold coins are missing under its wings. They are obviously insignificant, but they are closely related to his mood at critical moments.

Su Nuo's expression was very gloomy:

"Are you finally willing to wake up? You woman who doesn't listen to advice."

"If it's chronic hunger that makes your brain hard to think."

"Then the blood wine I gave you, did it make you sober?"

The unkind tone is intimidating, but he clearly doesn't intend to give you a chance to avoid him.He is still clasping your shoulders tightly, and his fingers are entangled with your hair, he shrinks back without authorization and ends up with a painful scalp.

And in this kind of quarrel and silence, someone always needs to show weakness first.

"Although there is no way to become very smart, but, I still know very well. I don't want blood wine, and it doesn't matter if I'm a little hungry."

The angrier he gets, the more you have to get closer to him.

You took the initiative to approach his palm hanging in the air, and carefully rubbed your cheek against his knuckles, as if you wanted to pry open a hard clamshell and suck the sweet juice, with nostalgia and persistence.

——It clearly touched yours with the palm of its hand before.

"I want to make you happy."

"But this is the only way I can do it. You gave me a finger, so I also want to..."

Just as he said he didn't understand "What are you thinking?", your confused brain also can't figure out Su Nuo's true thoughts. You just keep recalling what he once said, and then try to practice it.

If this doesn't work, and that doesn't work, then what is his "love" like?

In the end it seems like you're blaming him the other way around.

Expressing your feelings in a helpless and pitiful tone, you look at the man in front of you through a layer of tears.

"When you are angry with me, I will be so sad that I can't help it."

"I have worked very hard, can you not kill me, but hug me?"

[You know it all, I "love" you. 】

Su Nuo lowered his eyes and patiently listened to your defense.He didn't say a word the whole time, but when he heard your request clearly, he repeated your wish in a vague way, and let out a low laugh:

"Hug you."

He smiled and pulled out his palm from your hands, passed it through your long hair, caressed your fragile neck, and finally supported the back of your head.The other hand slid from the shoulder, along the curve of the arm, and fell on your waist, forming an intimate and languid hug.

"It's so wronged... Didn't I hug you a hundred years ago?"

"Is this kind of hug the only thing you want? If this can satisfy you, you won't run away directly."

"Are your hands used for hugging or for plundering?"

"Always like to say things that I can't understand, you liar."

The boy buried his cheek into your neck, he breathed in the smell of your hair, and sighed heavily and helplessly from the tip of his nose.

This kind of action reminded me of the night before the jade of the four souls failed.

If you hug you want to kiss, want to touch more deeply, want to promise forever, can forgive all your moaning tenderness.

This kind of request is greedy and excessive, and because you know you won't get it, you will let it go soon, and your unspoken desire almost makes people feel sad.

"I didn't, I obviously..."

Ignoring your explanation as thin as a mosquito, Su Nuo, who was pillowed on your shoulder, turned his neck sideways.

Holding your fingertips hanging by your side with his palm, he looked at your pale palm for a while, and then gathered his magic power to cast the spell hidden in the third finger:

"Yes, yes, you are a good boy."

"Forget it... Just because of your pitiful and desperate appearance, I will give you one."

What fell on the palm was a small camellia flower.

Bright red petals, bright yellow stamens.

It hung down from the branches a hundred years ago and slowly unfolded its delicate petals, and after it bloomed, it turned into fine specks of light and melted into your palm.

After Su Nuo was sealed, the long-term suffering turned into a pitch-black venom, which penetrated into your heart, carved into your fingertips, and turned into ink-colored nails to remind you of your failure and uselessness time and time again.

Now after the man came back, it turned into the original pink color.