Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 13

The sun is very big, very dazzling, hanging high in the sky with a few white clouds floating in time, with a beautiful azure blue color, beautiful...pure, without a trace of filth...

Turning the neck, closed the painful eye pupils from the too dazzling brilliance, moved the head slightly, and brushed the hair tips that had not been taken care of for a long time disobediently across the cheeks, which produced a little itching and made people bear it. I can't help but want to push it away, but...

The momentary fall of the slightly raised wrist, the hunger that seems to be carved into the depths of the soul...

Throat……

so thirsty...

Gently frowned, and then... thinking about it...

A light touch, avoiding all painful palms as if knowing in advance, feeling the fingers changing positions, extending upwards along the back, the oversized size properly grasping the entire neck, gently kneading , and then... pull up the height...

The touch from the lips, with a little force, but not painful, very...gentle...

Then, "Don't force it so hard, it will crack." The voice was very low, with a smell like fragrant old wine.

I heard it, so I realized that biting my lower lip has become a habit...

In fact, you don’t need to open your eyes, you don’t need to look at it, in fact...in fact...in fact, you know...

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, the thin eyelids moved up and down, and the pupils... so beautiful...

Frowning eyebrows, shattered hair, jet-black color...and, the cross...

The eyes that had been condensed just now became scattered in an instant, turning the eyes with overlapping jet-black colors, with a confused expression, looking at...yes, the sun...

Dazzling dazzling... the sun...

The pale, sickly lips opened and closed slightly, and they expressed their request in a soft voice that could not be considered very large, but was actually very small.

"I want to... look at the sun... is that okay, sir..." The drooping eyelids, the blue or red blood veins that can be clearly seen even if you don't look carefully, the darkness...covers...

Pale fingers tugged at the too thin bedding that didn't seem to have much warmth, and wrapped the slender body that seemed to disappear in a second with a delicate and gentle attitude. It was a little airtight, but it felt casual lazy...

Sir's...attitude...

Suddenly raised high, suddenly lost balance, so he bent his arms, stretched his wrists according to the instinctive trend, and embraced...

"Bang, bang, bang..."

the beating of the heart...

living life...

I heard... sir, heartbeat...

Very steady...very quiet voice...

Are you relieved?

Can it be like this forever...?

Yes... no, what?

The eyelids are lightly closed, the corners of the lips are raised at a certain angle, and there is an expression called tranquility on the delicate but not beautiful face...

But... will it last, will it?

A slight wind blew over... It was a little cool, and the too long hair was brushed up for a while, the jet black color flashed sporadically in the too dazzling brilliance, like... stars.

"I think... I should continue to hate Mr., that's... that's fine." The fingers holding on to the thin quilt tightened slightly, making the already wrinkled quilt even more unbearable, in the soft voice Contradictions, patience... and, stubbornness, "Sir is a good man... very good, very good, man... I know... but..."

Bright red everywhere...

Lin Lang Lin Lang Lin Lang Lin Lang's residue...

Can't forget, don't want to forget, dare not... forget...

"I know, Mr. is very good to me...really really good...but..." There were fluctuations in the straightforward voice, slightly, slightly, imperceptibly... trembling.

Pause for a short time, lower the head lower, and then lift it up very high, very high, maybe it is used to it, or maybe the body has already remembered the pain, which may be mild or severe, so just Instinctively, he just bit his lower lip following the body's most primitive memory, the pale lips showing too strong a sense of sickness added traces, one... and one...

There is light in the eyes... a little, a little, a little brilliance... very bright... but extremely cold...

"Mister is very good, he is very good to me...really good...so...I don't cry." Let the head tilt back, increase the distance, tilt the angle, let the gravity move back the tears, let the catharsis think The liquid that was about to overflow flowed back, so... desperately... biting... endured...

"I know." A voice came from the top of the head, that intoxicating voice that seemed to be sweet, sweet and sweet, answered, as if it was stable, and... like, admonishing.

He wanted to reach out and caress the overly long star-colored hair, but finally gave up helplessly because of the gesture of embracing her. He suddenly wanted to kiss the pale fingers with a strong and sickly color, and found... that he couldn't touch them.

It may be because of the inappropriate posture, or because the wind is too light, so... my eyes are lost, my heart is dumbfounded.

"Squeak."

The door slammed lightly, not loudly, but it still seemed too abrupt in an overly quiet room.

Accompanied by the sound of the old door, there was hidden anger and surprise that were not perfect.

"Oh my god! I said group..." He changed his tone of voice instantly, changed the syllables of the vocabulary, and covered up the original words that he wanted to say, "Kurolo! People with a low fever can't blow their hair!"

Hearing the sound, he lowered his gaze to look at the delicate face that still bit his lower lip. His eyes were moist and his focus was loose...something flashed through the dark and deep pupils...but it was too fast...you can't see clearly Finish……

Using the toes as a support point, let the body turn, and change the direction at the same time as the eyes drift, it is too short, and the scene has changed before it can be seen clearly.

Familiar face, bright golden hair as if stained with the sun's rays, short and pretty, covering the head docilely, probably because of the busyness of walking, a little bit of disobedient hair standing upright, adding a lot of charm Childish, emerald green pupils... always slightly narrowed eyelids, with a smile drawn up at the corners of his lips.

"Xia Ke, sir." Seeing it, he called out.

It can be regarded as a greeting, or it can also be said to be condolences, pulling the lip line and relaxing the jaw.

"Mr. Feitan, are you here too?"

"Yeah, that guy is not necessarily so active when there are activities, it's really strange~" Hearing these words, his slightly squinted eyes got closer. She said teasingly, "But what I didn't expect was that Ms. Qianshui woke up so soon, Kurolo, what method did you use?"

He staggered suddenly, but it was a pity that he was well-trained in the first place, or it was because his nerves were too good. Even after being attacked by such a sneak attack, he still controlled the initiative of his body, changed his track, adjusted his balance, but still couldn't stand, but ...the posture is very strange.

"Who is active! Idiot!" The disdainful tone, the dark blue hair that suddenly appeared, and the oversized neckline was engraved with a skull pattern that symbolized death.

"Mr. Feitan..." Biting his lower lip, he paused, "Kaloud...no, Mr. Kuhua...is he here?"

"That guy~" The intentionally elongated ending sound seemed to stagnate the words to tantalize people's appetite, "Does Miss Qianshui want him to come?"

Squinted eyes, the meaning is unclear...

The sunlight outside the window is very dazzling, with a piercing brightness that makes people unable to open their eyes, as if the branches of the French sycamore tree are struggling to stretch...as if...regardless of life...

The figure flickered...disappeared in an instant...

shadow……

Callaud...no, Mr. Kuwa...is he here?

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