Flashy Circle 3

That day, Ling Shang saw a dark red hickey on Luo Zixin's right collarbone.

Luo Zixin was wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, with red marks appearing and disappearing with body movements.

They were 14 years old at the time.

The Locke family has a huge greenhouse.There are various flowers and trees in it.

Some are even transplanted from tropical rainforests.

Wild aromas of earth and river.

Luo Zixin was lying on a small piece of grass, with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.

Breathe evenly, rise and fall together.

Ling Shang sat on his left side, turned his head to look, and saw the small hickeys rising and falling, as if they had a life of their own.

He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head again, and looked at a illustrated book that Luo Zixin casually placed beside him.

It read, "MorphoHelena, Morpho Helena, also known as the Goddess of Light, is the most beautiful butterfly in the world."

"...Have you done it?" Ling Shang asked.

"Ah."

"Tsk tsk, you bastard ~ sneaked away without making a sound. When did you do it? How was the other party? How was the process? Quickly tell the truth~" After a pause, Ling Shang asked with a playful smile.

"The color of the two ends of its front wings is constantly changing from dark blue, azure blue, and light blue, just like a string of bright halos inlaid in the blue sky, as if to bring light to the world."

Luo Zixin still closed his eyes. "The day before yesterday. It was... my math tutor."

"What? You mean that obedient lady?"

"Ah."

"Haha, Zi Xin, you actually like her type?"

"No." Luo Zixin paused for a while, "...she has been secretly watching me."

From the day she came to teach him.When he bowed his head to solve the problem, when he picked up the teacup to drink tea, when he leaned over to pick up the pencil that fell on the ground.

"When I make eye contact with her, she always looks away in a panic."

"So, the day before yesterday, I asked her, 'What to do?'"

"... She nodded?"

The day before yesterday, the afternoon sun was mild.Luo Zixin suddenly put down the pen in his hand, raised his head and asked the math teacher.

After hearing this, the female teacher blushed, her eyes widened, and there was panic inside.

Luo Zixin looked at her, she clenched her fingers tightly and bit her lip.

"...beautiful and dreamy butterfly, the entire wing surface is like white waves rising from the blue sea, and its colors and patterns are very spectacular."

"She unbuttoned her blouse tremblingly. I said to her, 'Take off your panties first.' Her white fingertips gently lifted up the skirt and stretched it in..."

Luo Zixin did not open his eyes, his tone was calm.

Ling Shang's playfulness couldn't be contained anymore.He stared at the coloring pages in the illustrated book.

The goddess of light with spread wings is the national butterfly of Peru. It is very rare and very precious. It lives in the Amazon River Basin and is basically extinct now.

The hickey marks on Luo Zixin's body looked like little butterflies.But extremely ugly.

"You had a relationship with the teacher... what are you going to do after that?"

"She has already resigned." Luo Zixin's voice did not fluctuate.

"……why?"

"...Maybe I noticed that I was just giving her alms."

"..."

Luo Zixin opened his eyes and sat up.He looked at the pictures in the illustrated book.

"I have a specimen of this butterfly, do you want to see it?"

So they walked out of the greenhouse and came to Luo Zixin's study.

Luo Zixin took out a glass box from the cabinet.

Inside is a huge specimen of a butterfly.

The head and tail are firmly pierced by specially treated steel nails, and only the wings are fully stretched.

Just as beautiful as described in the book.

"Do you like it?" Luo Zixin asked Ling Shang.

Ling Shang smiled, "No one hates beautiful things, right?"

"Then send you off."

The butterfly specimen was sent to Ling Shang.

"This butterfly specimen is very precious, are you really willing to give it away?"

Luo Zixin raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were calm, "It's just an insect."

"..."

The book concludes, "In fact, the fate of the Butterfly, the Goddess of Light, is not like its name. It is so fragile that it makes people desperate."

That day, when he came home, Ling Shang was sitting in the back seat of the car, holding the glass box tightly in his hand.

Beautiful, fragile, and precious things cannot enter Luo Zixin's eyes.

Secret, panic, and shy admiration could not catch Luo Zixin's eyes.

So casual, yet so cold.

When Luo Zixin sent him away, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

When did he learn to smoke.

In Ling Shang's heart, resentment and...hatred faintly grew in his heart.Small, like the hickey on Luo Zixin's collarbone, that ugly butterfly.