Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

teacher 4

The space is not very large, but it has a comfortable feeling. The sunlight shines in through the clean transparent glass without a trace of dirt, and the light is sufficient, which makes the not-so-large room feel nostalgic.The golden light refracted on the wall hung and painted with pure white wall paint looks so warm and mesmerizing.

The pattern with gold-plated text hovered on the invisible wooden frame, and then spread, as if there was a life-like desire to get everything.

The pink paint is not evenly applied on the white canvas, and the unskilled brush outlines the beautiful lines of the girlhood, the corners of the lips are raised at 45 degrees, the dark eyes are slightly narrowed, the deep black and overlapping The pupils, the corners of the eyes drooping at a certain angle, the seemingly thin shoulders sloping down, and the smooth back have oversized wings that seem to be unbearable, as if they are trembling helplessly.

The slender but white fingers with too tragic colors flicked gently in the air, and the fingertips lightly touched the canvas painted with unknown colors, as if wanting to paint the girl's hazy and dreamlike colors along the strokes of the brush.

"Sir, please don't get too close to the painting." A professional yet mechanized voice escaped from his lips, and pointed to warn.

The head was slightly turned at a certain angle, and the jet-black hair swayed along the movement of the head. The pure white hair was bound on the forehead as if deliberately trying to highlight the morbid paleness of the skin, and the deep, stagnant eyes were in the eye sockets. Turning around, the bloodless lips were tightly pressed, and then outlined a beautiful arc that was irresistible, "Okay." An elegant but slightly low voice emerged from the bloodless lips.

Lost for a moment, to the guard who warned, to the man with the corners of his lips smiling like a gentleman...

The soft sound of the cloth rubbing against the immature skin echoed in the dark but bright room to a certain extent.The white hands embraced the chest, and the small but beautiful breasts were looming under the cover of the arms, seducing the most primitive desire hidden deep in the human heart.

It's the last time.So comfort yourself, but, is it really the last time?

Slowly put down your hands, exposing the girl's soft and beautiful curves in the slightly cool air, suppressing the trembling body instinct, ignoring the hot sight that seems to burn the skin, bending your knees, and kneeling in the cold air without a trace of temperature The hard ground, the slightly opened legs, slowly reveal the beautiful scenery that belongs to women, the fingers closed, the palms handed over, the wrists raised high, the eyes closed, the eardrums blocked, invisible, listening don't see... can't feel...

Praying, admonishing, comforting, praying helplessly in a silent space...

The greedy eyes, the evil that wants to be eaten into the belly, the dirty desire, the paintbrush that makes people unable to remain indifferent...

Rotate the pen holder, widen and shrink the pupils forcefully, filling the mind with the girl's figure, then turn the pen holder, stained with gorgeous but jerky paint, frantically wanting to plunder while writing.

Pale fingers showing morbid beauty penetrated into the not-so-deep pockets of trousers, and then groped, and finally a machine with soft lines appeared in the palm of his hand, which fit his image. Artistic beauty of the auricle.

"Xiaker, inform the others that this time's goal..." The slightly magical voice uttered beautiful but cool notes, and the tragic white lips were opened and closed, as elegant as talking and laughing.

[Are you going to act so soon?head. 】The crisp voice is transmitted through the circuit and reaches the end, which is reminiscent of a certain color with a sunny taste.

"Understood?" He didn't become impetuous because of the disrespectful words on the other end of the phone, as if he was used to such subtle teasing.

【Understood. 】

'click. 'The sound of hanging up.

The fingers continued to hang down, and inserted them into the pockets of the trousers again as if nothing had happened. The dark color of the fabric after that covered the sickly skin.

Qianshui likes Miss, I like it very much, I like it very much, although Qianshui doesn't know Miss, even though Miss draws oil paintings that make Qianshui feel ashamed, but Qianshui likes Miss, I like it very much.

Close your eyes tightly, let your eyes show a dark blank picture, and then plug your eardrums, rejecting the intrusion of sound.As a result of excessive force on the fingers, they turned pale and showed deep imprints, and the bent fingers of the pure white bedding were kneaded into shapeless folds.

There is a faint warmth coming from the shoulders without any cover, and the irregular texture in the palm conveys information through the slender shoulders. Slowly opened his eyes, and the overlapping pupils reflected a delicate and soft face, a gentle smile, The gentle movements seemed to make people feel that they were Sang Yi who was liked.

There is a voice calling for help in a small space...can't hear...can't hear anything...

The sun's too dazzling light shines on the tiny corners, and the filaments exposed from time to time in the gaps reflect the unique dazzling and dazzling colors of the sun.

'Help...help me...'

Plug your ears, close your eyes, listen to the beating of your heart, don't think about it, don't listen... don't know anything...

Putting on the pure white dress skillfully, the zipper on the back is making difficult moves because of trembling fingers. There is a heart-warming touch from the back. The zipper extends upwards smoothly, and the palm passes from the back to the front of the body. Then hold tightly and overlap.

The subtle but warm breath came through the sensitive skin on the neck, stimulating the nerve endings and tempting the lonely heart...

Slightly raising his head, letting the dark black hair hang down along the muscles of the face, the unique moisture at the tip of the tongue erodes most of the cells in the brain, biting his lower lip tightly, accepting... or rejecting...

silence……

Qianshui likes miss, likes, likes, likes, but Qianshui doesn't know miss...

Qianshui likes Miss, likes it very much, likes it very much, Qianshui doesn't want Miss to die...

Qianshui likes Miss, likes Miss very much, Qianshui hopes Miss can be redeemed...

Shoulders trembling from crying, clear tears mercilessly slid down the soft lines of the face, leaving behind stains, curled up body, clutching the strength that seemed to be strangled to blood, trembling body, confessing words spilled from his lips.

"Forgive me, forgive me, Qianshui...forgive me..."

Close your eyes, tightly tight, tightly closed...

can't hear...can't hear anything...

"This is the last time...Miss..." Lifting her slender fingers, she covered her lips, suppressing the trembling voice, and said.

"Yes, ok, forgive me..." Promise...

The sun's too dazzling light shines on the tiny corners, and the filaments exposed from time to time in the gaps reflect the unique dazzling and dazzling colors of the sun.

The author has something to say:

This article is slowly heating up...

Please link them together...otherwise there will be some incomprehensible situations...

Ou suddenly found that Ou girl was very pitiful...

silent……

There is still a long way to go for the lotus girl and the group...