Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 12

"Yesterday!" The half-closed eyes with beautiful blue j□j widened slightly, with an inconceivable expression flashing in the pupils, stretched out one hand, gently supported the forehead, and shook his head as if helplessly, " Commander, don't you know what it means to have a low-grade fever?"

The head is tilted at a certain angle, the broken hair is slightly shaking, and the hidden equal-armed cross is looming, as if hiding something, opening and closing pale lips with a sick color, slowly repeating the words just now.

"Low...fever?"

The dark and deep eyes turned around, staring at the figure still sweating from time to time and slumped on the fluffy quilt.

The originally straight, jet-black long hair is tightly stuck together, probably due to excessive sweating, which made most of the wet effect, and the pure white pure white dress is also due to this reason The relationship has become somewhat transparent.

The pale face without any blood showed the tangled expression of suppressing the pain, suppressing the voice, the body squirmed slightly, and the uncontrollable jjj in the throat...

Looking at this situation, he shook his head helplessly, his golden hair swayed in beautiful lines in the air due to the amplitude of the shaking, shaking his hands, turning his body, and his voice floated out.

"I'm going to buy medicine for writing. Let the little lady drink some water first, otherwise she won't die from a low-grade fever, but from drinking."

"Crack."

With the closed door, a quiet space is restored while losing sunlight...

Walking pace, the hard soles hit the ground and made a slight sound, walked into the table and looked back at the girl who seemed to be having a nightmare on the quilt, then turned her head, lowered her gaze, and stretched her slender, pale fingers naturally , when touching the cold and clear glass wall, there was a sudden pause.

water……

is that useful?

Ha ha……

Thinking like this, thinking like this, then turned his wrist, and suddenly stretched out his empty hand.

"Click."

The clear water glass hit the ground violently, shattered at an incomparably hard moment, and bounced a few times on the soft ground to a certain extent, and finally spread...

He squatted down, bent his knees, stretched his fingers while kneeling on the ground, held the broken fragments tightly while raising his other wrist, and swiped across...

The color is bright red... The pungent but already paralyzed breath penetrates into the nostrils...

Standing up... approaching the direction of the pure white bedding...

Curled up, suppressing the inexplicable trembling produced by instinct, throat...

so thirsty...

"Miss Qianshui...it was you who killed us..."

Can't……

'Sister Qianshui is an angel~ so we won't die, right? '

No way……

'Sister...why don't you come back?Der Spiegel... has been waiting for you for a long time...'

disappear...

Throat……

delicious...

No, no, no!

Human... is human... is... human...

"When will it end...when..." murmured, feeling the wetness flowing from both cheeks, the bitter liquid spread from the corners of the lips to the mouth...

so bitter……

"Sir... Ku... Lolo..."

The wrist that oozes liquid is close to the pale and sickly lips, a little sticky color makes the originally bloodless lips show a coquettish color...

The tightly pursed lip line, the tangled brows that never let go, the jjj who wanted to say something but was blocked by something...

Frowning, he wiped the dark red liquid he refused to swallow with his white cuff, gently and meticulously...

"Ugh..."

The wrist close to the pale lips, opened the mouth with a certain arc, stretched out the dark red tongue, licked it lightly, and then swallowed it...

The overlapping of lips and lips is strangely tight. The tip of the tongue sticks out to depict the lips with beautiful lip lines. It deftly but gently pries open the clenched white teeth. There is a little bit of blood in the mouth. The flavored liquid flows along the penetrating tongue.

Stretching out a finger, stroking the slender but pale neck, fixed on the featureless Adam's apple, sliding the fingertips... along the delicate skin...

A little resistance, a little rebellion...

Finally... Swallow...

With the light... the brilliance of the big picture...

Rotting, mutilated chunks of flesh fade away...and then...

Eyes full, eyes full, eyes full of...white...

Throat……

so thirsty...

"Sir, sir... Ku... Lolo, sir..."

Crying, embracing the body... lowering the gaze, burying the head... crying...

The tightly closed eyes, the liquid slowly overflowing from the corners of the eyes... yes, salty...

The finger moved the seat, and the rough, slightly callused fingertips slid, and felt a little damp from the fingertips while wiping away the traces of the liquid.

He paused, then lowered his body, his pale lips showing a sense of morbidity approached the small and white auricles where he could easily peek at the tiny beating capillaries.

open and close mouth...

"Good boy."

tell.

The darkness has eroded the light again...

Big movie, big movie, big movie...black...

like... sir, sir...

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the eyelids were lifted slightly, revealing deep black and... overlapping, ominous... pupils.

The movement of the body may be due to long-term inactivity, probably due to long-term endurance. The already weak body cannot withstand the burnout after being suppressed for a long time, and the limbs are weak... I really want to... ...go to sleep...

Turning the head, there was a little itching on the cheeks caused by the hair, adjusting the sight, turning the angle of the eyes, what I saw was... Mister...

The gentleman with his back turned, the gentleman flipping through the books in his hand, the gentleman with slender pale fingers showing a sick feeling...

The rust-like smell lingers in the mouth...

The fishy sweetness still remains on the tip of the tongue...

Close your eyes...

The eyelids that are too shallow are gently pulled down and closed...the liquid overflows...

Biting his lower lip, he deepened the imprint on the already bruised lips, a transparent liquid with a fishy smell like sea water flowed, and then slid down the soft lines of his cheeks...

"despair."

A muffled sound that you won't notice if you don't pay attention.

There are traces beside the pillow...scattered traces like tumulus flowers...so beautiful...

Sir, sir, sir... Ku, Lolo...

Re-wrapped bandages, pure white pure white pure white color...pale...sick...

On it... there is...

Yin Hong...

Slowly, gradually, little by little, little by little...

oozing...

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