Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

twins 8

The night is silent, so quiet that there is not even a trace of cicadas that should be in summer. The most primitive one seems to be in a chaotic silence...

Darkness, complete darkness, where there is light, the texture of being a chaotic body is more prominent. I work hard and try my best to expel the only remaining light, which is like the last hope of light...

Qian Shui doesn't hate the dark, or the night, but... still can't help it, can't help being afraid, instinctively afraid, afraid, afraid.

The paleness showed that the sickly white fingers were bent, and the joints with distinct phalanges were deformed. The degree of force made the already paler fingers even more tragic.

The white quilt was already rolled up even in the summer night, and under the pressure of the fingers, it showed unnatural folds, which was really an eyesore for a moment.

Mr. Claude's berth is not far from the couch where Qianshui is sleeping, and he can see it when he turns over. However, Qianshui faces his back, and never really crosses the thing that seems to mark the boundary.

Night, very quiet night, without a trace of cicadas singing, without a trace of the night that should be characteristic of summer, maybe Mr. Crowder has discovered it, and thinking about it makes him even more fearful and panicked.

Qianshui is a human being, a human being without any power, this is Qianshui's insistence.

Qianshui likes Mr. Crowder, so Qianshui never lets Mr. Crowder out.

Qianshui likes Mr. Carraude, likes it very much, likes Lala, likes Nuonuo, so... can't lose... can't lose again...

The night is very quiet and very quiet, as if in a chaotic silence and dullness, I endured, endured again, because I like it, so I endured even more.

After tossing and turning, he tightened the quilt that was wrinkled to varying degrees due to the fact that he had been gripped tightly, and hid his body deeply, deeply, deeply inside.

"tick, tick"

Time advances, the second hand moves...

And then the sun...

The shop was crowded with people, and the shop put up a business-specific plastic name tag with black and white fonts early.Walking, I smelled the most popular perfumes for women one after another, faint, thick, perfumes of different brands, I stretched out my hand and scratched the wings of my nose, and frowned slightly, as beautiful as a drooping willow eyebrow.

"Miss Qianshui is a little absent-minded these days." The unique voice of Mr. Lanshan resounded in the crowded street, and the slight wind blowing by Qianshui's ear was a little itchy and very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Lanshan is worrying too much, I'm fine." The habitually raised lips revealed a very beautiful smile, as if...an angel...

"But..." Suddenly approaching, the tall and beautiful bridge of the nose lightly touched the ear pinna where tiny blood vessels seemed to be visible, "I have a different smell on my body."

He moved back slightly, opened a little distance without any trace, his lips without the slightest color were still drawn up, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and his relaxed posture showed a confusing smile, "Mr. Arashiyama is overwhelmed."

Qianshui hates Mr. Arashiyama, this is what Qianshui has felt from the beginning, although Mr. Arashiyama did not do anything strange, but... there is no way...

Qianshui hates being touched by others, and direct contact between people, but... Qianshui never said...

Gently brushing the hair on the temples, unconsciously caressing the small earlobe, looking forward, the eyes are scattered...

"This is a bad habit." It was still Mr. Arashiyama's unique voice, but this time it was beside him.

Lowering his head, his eyes covered by thick glass glasses looked at the ground.The pale fingers were bent, and the well-articulated phalanges were deformed, tightly, tightly tugging on the long, long, pure white dress.

Mr. Arashiyama knows...

At that moment, the very beautiful, very beautiful, very beautiful eyes closed, darkness fell, and the scenery disappeared...

What Qianshui knew, always knew, Mr. Arashiyama knew everything.

What Qianshui knew, always knew, Mr. Arashiyama knew everything.

Qian Shui knows it, has always known it, so... more and more annoying...

"Mr. Lanshan and Miss Kuihai are similar." Softly, softly, Qianshui said.

Mr. Arashiyama and Ms. Kuihai are very similar, so Qianshui is very annoying, very annoying, very annoying...

Mr. Arashiyama and Ms. Kuihai are very similar, both have eyes that can see through everything, so Qianshui hates, hates, hates...

"Really." With a slight shrug and an indifferent attitude, the eyes narrowed in an instant, and the iron gray eyes disappeared in that instant, covered by thin eyelids, and answered.

"Where's Miss Kuihai? I haven't seen her much recently." Staring at the black patent leather round-toed shoes, he said some rambling words, trying to break the embarrassment he should have had.

Qianshui lowered his head, and the deep black and overlapping pupils reflected the black patent leather round-toed shoes on his feet that moved a little bit of dust.

The corners of Mr. Lanshan's slightly raised lips deepened, and the cruelty in the steel gray eyes gradually deepened, but...

Qianshui lowered his head, and the reflection in the deep black still overlapping pupils was the black patent leather round-toed shoes that moved a little bit of dust on his feet step by step. The pure white socks against the shiny black patent leather were really beautiful.

The corners of Mr. Lanshan's lips deepened slightly, the cruelty in the iron gray eyes gradually deepened, his body trembled, as if he was suppressing something, but...

Qianshui lowers his head, lowers his head, lowers his head... so... Qianshui can't see... everything...

"tick, tick"

Time advances, the second hand moves...

As the sun set, the blood-red light shone on the two people walking side by side, mottled and beautiful...

As the sun set, the blood-red light shone on the two people who were walking side by side, and the shadow dragged the elders...

He paused suddenly, still in the posture of lowering his head, and then said his farewell words in a soft voice.

"I'm going back……"

The smoothness of walking side by side was broken, and then the tall figure who was different from the girl's figure stopped, without looking back, but with a slight jaw.

After getting tacit consent, she turned around, and the wind picked up instantly, and the beautifully hanging pure white dress was rattling.The short black shoulder-length hair was disheveled and disheveled, but it had the beauty of a fairy.

Reach out and press lightly, paused, and then moved forward.

Qian Shui hates Mr. Arashiyama, hates, hates, hates, because... she is so annoying...

Qian Shui hates Mr. Arashiyama, Mr. Arashiyama's eyes are very beautiful, very beautiful, iron gray with a hazy dreamy color.

Qianshui hates Mr. Arashiyama. Mr. Arashiyama always raises his lips when Qianshui can't see him, showing a deep, deep, deep smile, a smile with a purpose.

"tick, tick"

Time advances, the second hand moves...

Mr. Arashiyama said nothing, nothing.

Qianshui didn't say anything, he didn't say anything.

Time is turning, turning non-stop, and the clock depicting Gothic numbers glows with a strange luster in the invisible dim place...

Turning the handle, the metal texture has a shrinking coldness.

"I'm back." He breathed a sigh of relief, stood still for a few seconds, and then smiled, a bright, bright smile.

"kindness."

The sun outside the window is very bright, very bright, very bright, and the eyes of the shallow water are sore and sore...

"tick, tick"

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