Dressed as a sick beauty

The narrow alleys are tight, and the air is filled with dust.

It is difficult to get sunlight in during the day, and it is even more difficult to find light at night. The whole alley is very dark, only a little light can be seen at the entrance of the alley.

Wen Qiushi staggered, and the only three or two grapes in his hand fell to the ground.

His arms were pinched by slender hands, and the force from his waist dragged him to a dark place. Before he could stand still, his back was pressed against a broad chest.

The tall figure stood behind Wen Qiushi, covering his thin body tightly, lowered his head slightly, and poked his neck full of oppression, letting the young man who couldn't see his face in his arms get down? Consciousness shrinks.

"Gu Moze?"

The force that imprisoned him became lighter, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

"...Tianli."

Gu Moze's voice was low and hoarse, calling out in a deep and dull voice in the night.

Wen Qiushi?: "?"

He wanted to ask who 'Tian Li' was, behind him? Gu Moze, who didn't get a response immediately, became agitated, his brows and eyes were full of hostility, he put his arm around the person, and with the other hand pulled the young man's loose clothes off his left shoulder.

His eyes fell on the fair skin.

After seeing the scarlet flowers, the cruelty in Gu Moze's eyes gradually faded.

But he still reluctantly lowered his head and leaned closer, breathing heavily on the small patch of fair skin, causing it to turn red.

Wen Qiushi trembled a little.

Forced to recall unpleasant memories.

Without hesitation, he struggled up, forcefully opened the arms around his waist, who knew that the moment he was free, the person behind him suddenly buried his head.

The white and tender skin was bitten by the teeth.

"Ugh-"

Pain suddenly appeared in the back of the neck. Wen Qiushi's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees.

Gu Moze grabbed the young man's waist, and pulled him back into his arms. He tasted the faint smell of blood between his teeth, his dark eyes were filled with blood, and his whole body showed excitement as if he had caught a long-coveted prey.

After a brief movement from the dark alley? Then it fell silent.

Even though he was bound around his waist, Wen Qiushi's legs and feet were so soft that he could not stand still. He gave up the useless struggle and raised his plain white hands to support the wall in front of him.

But before the fingertip touched it, it was ruthlessly intercepted.

The slender wrist was held.

Behind? The man couldn't stop trembling under the gentle caress.

Wen Qiushi? His lips moved, he panted lightly, and his pale face gradually recovered for a moment.

Different from before, this time only the back and neck hurt, and the pain enough to make people lose consciousness did not happen.

After a long while, Wen Qiu raised his strength a bit, gnashing his teeth.

"Are you grinding my teeth?"

Gu Moze didn't answer, but opened his mouth and bit it carefully.

Except for the first time, the strength of his fangs was so light that only light bite marks could be left on the snowy skin.

But Gu Moze took no trouble, repeating without saying a word, as if he was performing some kind of ritual that could drive away the uneasiness and panic in his heart.

The strange flower petals emerging from the back of the young man's neck became more and more magnificent under the red bite marks.

After another meeting, Wen Qiushi? I couldn't bear it anymore.

The skin on the back of his neck, maybe because of being bitten several times, is now extremely sensitive, a little pain can be magnified several times, and a little itching can also cause most of his body to itch.

Wen Qiushi couldn't bear the awkward feeling, he broke free with one hand, pressed his head buried in the back of his neck, and pushed.

"Don't bite."

His voice trembled a little.

Gu Moze stopped? He raised his head, supported his slender waist with his palms, turned the person around, pressed against the hard wall, and leaned closer.

In the dim light, the outline of a handsome and deep face appeared in Wen Qiushi's sight, and Gu Moze stared at him with dark eyes, "Do you miss me?"

Wen Qiushi was silent for a moment: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Gu Moze's handsome face showed a moment of ferocity, and immediately lowered his black eyelashes, trying to cover up the deep disappointment in his eyes.

Wen Qiushi? I was stunned.

The young man who was so fierce just now that he looked like a wild beast, seemed to have turned into an abandoned cub in the blink of an eye, trying to find a corner to lick his wounds.

Wen Qiushi? The hand that touched the talisman paused and let go.

He seemed to have seen this picture many times, but the appearance was a little different, and it filled his mind one after another.

It was Gu Moze who lowered his head and frowned.

For a while, the small brows were frowned, and the dark eyes were filled with tears of grievance;

The screen is interlaced.

Awakened the thought of when we first saw each other.

——The little boy in the snow covered his head and frowned, wiping his eyes and weeping alone, making people want to give him the whole world?

Wen Qiushi was in a trance, looking at the person who was helping him put on his messy clothes in shock.

It was he who was bitten and hurt.

Why can the culprit pretend to be wronged and pitiful in his mind?

When Wen Qiu was furious, he was about to let others taste it, when the back of his head was lightly pressed, and his warm cheek was buried in Gu Moze's cold neck.Gu Moze seemed to have just been drenched in the rain not long ago, there was a slight dampness in his robe and hair, and there was a chilly air all over his body.

Wen Qiushi's cheek touched the side of his neck, and he shivered from the cold. He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so cold?"

Gu Moze felt the temperature in his arms, and the frozen blood in his whole body seemed to flow again. He tightened his arms, and sighed in a low voice: "Master, why is he so warm?"

Wen Qiushi squeaked, and hadn't answered yet, a deep voice sounded in his ears, revealing a rare confusion and helplessness.

"Uncle Master has warmed up so many people before, can you also warm me up?"

Wen Qiushi was taken aback for a moment, the person holding him tightly seemed to be talking to himself, his voice became softer and weaker, "Actually... I'm not that cold, at least... ..will not frostbite you, don't be afraid of me."

Gu Moze sighed from the bottom of his heart when the word "fear" came out.

In his heavenly eyes, he must be an unforgivable person who forcibly took away the pain covering the soul mark, hugged people to the railing of the building to frighten them, and dragged them to the dark alley to hold them tightly. It is ironclad evidence.

Gu Moze does not regret doing these things, and even believes that he will do more in the future.

But he is greedy.

I want to satisfy my desires, but I also want his heavenly gift not to stay away from, hate, or fear him.

Now the more he stays by Tianli's side, the more he wants, the more unsatisfied he becomes. Over time, he will become a gluttonous monster that will devour the young man.

Gu Moze absorbed the warm breath from his bosom, moved his fingers buried in the young man's soft hair, rubbed it lightly, and slowly rested his chin on Wen Qiushi's shoulder.

Under the dim light, the young man's thin lips moved slightly. In the night, he asked silently, somewhat lonely.

——Aren’t you the gift God gave me when I was eight years old?

——Tianli, in your eyes? Why is it not just me.

A gust of night wind came from the entrance of the dark alley, blowing away the already silent words.

Gu Moze raised his eyelids, his dazed expression gradually disappeared, and the hostility filled his brows and eyes again, forming an indestructible familiar shell.

Not far away, people in the street are calling 'Uncle Seven' and 'Elder Wen'...

Gu Moze snorted coldly, and was about to take him away to hide for the night, when the young man moved, his fair cheeks protruded from his neck, and he came out of his arms.

"You have found the right person." Wen Qiu said so.

There was no beginning or end of the sentence, but before Gu Moze could react, one hand was held by the young man.

Gu Moze's fingers were slender and strong, but they were always bitingly cold. When he looked at Wen Qiu, he held them with both hands and rubbed them lightly.

"...What does Uncle Master do? What?"

Wen Qiushi asked, "Aren't you cold?"

Gu Moze was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized what? His whole body froze, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

He was so inexplicably afraid that he wanted to withdraw his hand.

But when Wen Qiu held it tightly, he slowly raised his head.

The young man stared at him with a pair of pitch-black eyes, which reflected the original appearance of the young man.

Gu Moze opened his eyes slightly, and saw his brows like Tianli, yes, he chuckled lightly.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Coincidentally, I am a small stove in the world."