Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 18

"I like Mister... I like Mister very much from the beginning..." He said, murmured, and then lowered his head gently, probably because he didn't want to be seen clearly, the sight is always not too big Wandering in the space, probably because if you see through it, you can't continue. If you expose it... then, there is nothing...

"Just like I like Mr. Knight, Mr. Kuhua, and Mr. Feitan, I like Mr...." His body shook a little, and his voice lowered a little inexplicably, which could clearly make people feel the ethereal emptiness. But... said, "I really... really like it..."

He raised his head suddenly, there was a smile on his pretty face, even though it was covered by the oversized black thick-rimmed glasses, even though some of them were not very clear, but...you know, it was a smile...

"I... like it too, Mr. Cao Mo... so..." The suddenly overwhelmed figure, with a little sweat, is slightly white, and it looks even paler against the morbid complexion. Words... interrupted...

It takes a certain amount of time to get up from the sitting posture, but... soon... before the outstretched slender and tragic palm seems to be stained with a sickness that is different from ordinary people, he bends his wrist, adjusts the angle, and embraces...

"The body temperature is very low, it should be a low-grade fever, has no one noticed?!" The brows that were originally flat slowly tightened up, little by little, as if they were going to be glued together before they were willing to be tight, and then said, Be vigilant, as if the punishment brought by such soft words is so heavy, so, so... deadly...

Suddenly empty, suddenly feeling nothing, the warmth brought by the soft body still remains in the hand, the body temperature has dropped a little due to the low-grade fever, the slight coolness, the weak air flows in the not-so-large space , with low cold...so cold...

Then what I saw was a pure white pure white dress skirt, which slipped out some charming arcs of the eyes, blocking all peeping angles for a while...

The drooping head, pitch black, completely, as if soaked in black ink, the hair trembled in a beautiful arc, the sunlight outside the window was still dazzling, but...it couldn't reach the pitch-black hair...

The single bent wrist, the gloomy, deep eyes that look like stagnant water are shining, although it is fleeting, although it is only, just for a short time, but... I saw it...

The lips with a tragic color are raised, and they are fixed at an angle that seems to be invisible, like a smile...not a smile...

"Don't touch her." Gently... a mellow voice like fermented glutinous rice rang out. The carrier was different from the sense of possession just now. He raised his empty hand, changed the lines between the finger bones, and mobilized the muscles between the fingers. Caressing... caressing... opening and closing her lips.

"Miss's body is really thin, Kurolo, why haven't I seen you help Miss Miss to mend it~" Holding one end of the iron tableware in his mouth, the action of swallowing his head suddenly stopped, his green eyes Turning around, and finally squinting his eyelids, he said so.

"It's an old problem, it's okay." Turning the direction of the head, the fingers rubbing the almost pale cheeks stopped, then changed the angle, turned the direction, and for a while, the distance was too high, and the action of touching the lips ...bite off...

The bright red liquid flows, along the soft lines of the arms, along the pale skin of the jaw, along... along... the corners of the lips...

The overlapping lips, the fingers smoothing the throat, half-closed, but still revealing some dark eyes...

'...Sir, sir...are you injured? '

Soft words, still childish and slightly naive behavior, has become a habit of lowering the head, not daring to look at himself, always looking away, staring at the patent leather shoes on the feet that are somewhat peeled off .

'It's ok. '

She would answer in this way, she would tell in this way, then she stretched her arms, stretched out her wrist, which was still dripping with bright red liquid, and rubbed her hair with her palm which was not too big but still had weight.

Then she would raise her head, the overly thick lenses made it hard to see her expression clearly, but her emotions could be seen from the slightly parted lips, after a pause, she would instinctively bite her lower lip, biting , until there were imprints, deep or shallow marks on the pale lips with a thick and sick feeling similar to him...

The slender fingers will move the rolls of pure white bandages, clumsily tied up, round and round...

It was supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be like this...but...

Her eyes are still closed, her eyelashes are very long, and her long eyelashes look very beautiful, even though they are covered by oversized black thick-rimmed glasses, but...beautiful...

Her lips are still tightly pressed, the shape of her lips is beautiful, and they are always raised at a certain angle. If you open your eyes, you will have the illusion of an angel descending, even...he doesn't believe it...

Her hair is still black, shining brightly, the faint, faint light, against the pale face, the more tragic, thick, and the morbid feeling similar to him is spreading out...

There was a not very strong rust-like smell in the air, which was her favorite smell, but...why did she always endure it?

The feeling of some viscous liquid passing across my wrist is not very annoying, probably because the place I am most interested in is the place I am most interested in.

Why……

If you don't wake up...what?

"I like Mr.... from the very beginning... like Mr. Knight, Mr. Kuhua, Mr. Feitan, I like Mr...."

She said, with a voice that was not very high, but soft but full of stubbornness.

'I... also like it, Mr. Cao Mo...so...'

dump...

and so……

So what?

and so……

So don't kill him?

Ha ha……

Why……

If you don't wake up...what?

Thinking so, then lowered the height of the head, the exposed skin on the forehead was pasted with cool hair, jet black, with a black color with faint brilliance...

What are you... dreaming about...?

Shallow water...

"Shallow water...shallow water..."

Who is it?

"Shallow water...shallow water..."

Familiar voice, a little high, a little brittle, but...very warm...

"Shallow water...shallow water..."

The closed eyes slowly opened, revealing along the way...eyes with a strange color...

"Shallow water."

With a bright smile, perfect lip corners raised at a 45-degree angle, and an overly pale complexion reflected in the beautiful pupils... I...

"You finally woke up."

The gesture of clasping hands, the delicate face has tolerance, gratification, and... an expression of unknown reason...

"Do you know how scary it is for you to lose sleep so suddenly?"

Habitually, for the trajectory of moving the upper teeth that I have accepted as an instinctive action... bite... hold on...

Bite, bite, bite...until...the liquid flows...

The strong sense of rust filled the whole mouth, too thick, too thick, let the body release the most primitive desire at the same time, the pale lips with a strong sense of morbidity but already traced are opened and closed...

"Miss……"

What are you dreaming about...?

Shallow water...

The author has something to say:

I can not make it……

no more love...

no more love...

really no love...

There are three more chapters to finish...

I'm going to finish it off...

I want to finish...

Coming to an end...

This article is the prequel of the original work, it can be said to be another story... so it will not participate in the plot of the original work...

If there are many favorites...or if there are many comments, I will consider opening the second part...

If not as expected...

so be it……

Let's look at it together...

Otherwise you will not understand...

The road to my girl group is still long...