rose nursery rhyme

In order to observe the novelty of 'love', Xi Di and Brice stayed in that small village for a few days.

A happy shepherd, and a beautiful fairy maiden.

The sudden and passionate love affair between young people is interesting, but at least for Sheedy, it is of little reference value.

He still didn't understand.

But it doesn't matter, his recent interest is not in this area anyway.

The mainland is very vast, and beyond the forest is the grassland, which is so large that it is impossible to go out in a day.

The two chose a direction at random, and they traveled very fast. On the night they left the village, they found the next place where people lived.

It is also a small settlement, a little bigger than Paine's village, mainly because the transportation is relatively developed, and there are several roads connecting with other villages, so it is more or less developed.

At least there is a road, and a modest hotel.

The proprietor of the hotel was an old man with wrinkled face and thinning white hair who squinted at Sheedy.

Xidi also looked back silently, wondering if this old man is a hundred years old?

Old man: "Two...two cough cough—"

Before he finished speaking, he coughed loudly to himself.

Xi Di: "..."

Brace thoughtfully saved him the time of inquiry: "We'll stay for one night."

The old man was still coughing, but he finally calmed down. He was accustomed to giving himself a smooth breath, and asked again: "One, one room cough cough cough cough!!!!"

Brice didn't change his expression: "One room, thank you."

Xidi had never met such a person before. When the old man started to cough, he took two steps back vigilantly and hid behind Brice. At this moment, he grabbed the hem of his clothes and poked his head out: "Two rooms."

Brace, still wearing his cloak, glanced at him unobtrusively.

Xidi insisted: "Two rooms, I have something to do."

Two rooms are more expensive than one room, the old man can't handle it, and coughing doesn't stop him from earning money, so he quickly took out two room number plates and put them on the table.

The old man: "Put...ahem, the deposit."

This sentence is only two words, but he can say it clearly.

Brice didn't say much, so he silently gave the money and walked in with the room number.

Xi Di followed behind him, poking his head: "I really have something to do."

Bryce: "Yeah."

The little pervert has been with him for a while, and thinks he knows him better: "Are you angry?"

Bryce: "..."

He stopped in front of a door and looked at the room number: "Here we are."

The room numbers of the two are next to each other. Although they are two rooms, they are actually very close to each other, separated by a wall.

The construction level of the small hotel is not very good, and the appearance is also simple and the walls are very thin. You don't have to try it to know that it is not soundproof.

Seeing that Brice seemed to have chosen a room, Xidi walked around him, walked to the door next to him, and turned the doorknob.

Sidi: "So... good night?"

Bryce sighed slightly.

The next moment, he put his arms around Xidi's waist, pushed him forward, and pushed him into the opened door, followed him in, closed the door with his backhand, and hugged the boy into his arms.

Brice leaned against the door, Sidi pressed against him, but didn't resist, just looked up at him.

The child looks very well-behaved.

Xi Di seriously clarified to herself: "I really have something to do."

"Yeah." Bryce said softly, "I know."

He did nothing but put his head down and kiss Sheedy lightly and slowly.

"Good night," he said.

****

Bryce said good night and left.

He was behaving normally, but Sheedy wasn't happy about it for some reason.He tore off Brice's cloak and threw it on the ground, staring at his face for a long time before letting him go.

He didn't lie to Brice, he really wanted to do something tonight.

The room was quiet, the windows were quite large, and the walls were covered with light green wallpaper. Although the room was not well furnished, the mattress was surprisingly soft.

Sidi lay on her stomach, crumpled the sheets, stretched out her arms, and looked at the skin on her arms.

The boy's wrist was slender and fair, and the deepest wound had already healed without leaving a trace.

He has rarely hurt himself, intentionally or unintentionally, recently.

He had found yet another pleasure, deeper and more painful, than outright hurt.

And there are more ways to play.

This is something that cannot be learned in the atonement house anyway.

The group of Thorns and Roses kept this secret, especially when facing Xidi, and wished that he was a blank sheet of paper, knew nothing, and obeyed the more than 100 precepts placed at the door of the room for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, they couldn't trap him.

Now that Xidi has come out, he will definitely do everything he wants to do in this world.

Besides, he was also curious.

Why?Why could Brice feel such happiness just by touching himself in front of the window that day?

There were a lot of things going on a few days ago, and Xidi decided to... try again by herself.

It's not good for Brice to be there. If he was there, Sidi would definitely climb on top of him.

Maybe it's dependence, maybe it's a conditioned reflex—after all, from the beginning to the end, all of Xidi's happiness is basically given to him by Bryce.

The boy slowly got up from the bed, pushed the bed away, and let the evening wind blow into the room.

Outside the window is still the sea of ​​stars and the endless grassland.

There are small paths that have been stepped on over the years, leading to the distance.

Sidi carefully and carefully touched his body.

……

A boy is different from ordinary people. Even at this time, he has many unspeakable fantasies.

He imagined broken pottery, withered flowers and trees, broken limbs.

Beautiful oil paintings of roses cut by knives, dying fish flapping their fins in the water.

Finally, he thought of Brice's beautiful face, with delicate eyebrows drooping, and the eyelids at the end of the eyes were pierced by the tip of the sickle.

A drop of sticky blood slowly trickled down Brice's side face, soaking the tear mole at the corner of his eye. His appearance was beautiful and his eyes were greedy.

He stared at Sheedy motionlessly, like a hungry goblin.

And Sidi is the goblin's prey.

Sheedy took the tip of the scythe to her mouth, where Bryce had kissed.

It tasted like metal, and the blade was against the tip of his tongue, as cold as the night wind.

He breathed silently and rapidly.

... something doesn't feel right.

Xidi's ability to imitate is very strong. He can almost completely reproduce every move Brice has ever made, from the severity to the technique. He knows that there should be no mistakes.

Besides, logically speaking, the person who knows his body best should be himself.

But no, it's just not right.

It seems that there is still something lacking, not the very fanfare kind, but if it is not there, it will not work.

Xi Di clenched the bed sheet tightly, then let go, and wiped it twice to smooth it out, but failed, so she just ignored it and jumped out of bed angrily, with a lot of movement.

The cloak that Bryce had torn off before was still piled on the ground at the door. I don't know if he forgot to take it when he left.

Sidi picked up the ball of cloth and rubbed it in her arms, then buried her face in it, sniffing gently.

The cloth of the cloak is smooth, with a slightly furry surface, like a well-behaved little animal, motionless, letting Sidi wrestle herself into the same folds as the sheets.

It smells of Bryce, a scent mixed with morning dew and heavy wood.

Maybe... There is also a slight, faint floral fragrance.

It's almost there, but something critical is still missing.

Sidi frowned dissatisfied again, moved the cloak over and spread it on the bed, sat on it by herself, leaning against the head of the bed.

Behind the head of the bed was a wall, and across the wall was Bryce's room.

Not sure what he was doing in the room.

Sidi looked down at herself.

The boy is only wearing a shirt now, the button is still open, barely covering it, his slender calf is not covered, and it is stained with a little bit of liquid accidentally got on it.

Polite children are not allowed to let others see their bodies.

— Bryce is no one else.

The young man basically had no sense of shame at this time, he stretched out his hand to touch it casually, pondered again, and tentatively licked his palm.

It's kind of weird, I don't like it much.

He gave up this behavior, leaned his head back against the wall, and said in a soft voice, "I know you're listening."

Across the wall, Brace was silent.

"Come or not?" Sheedy said again. "I can't do it myself."

……

Early the next morning, even though the other room hadn't been used at all, the old man still charged two people for the room.

Xi Di followed beside Brice, still thinking about what happened yesterday.

——He seemed to have irritated Bryce enough yesterday, and Brace didn't give him time to think at all, and tossed and tossed people over and over again.

Get Sheedy up and try to kill him a couple more times, only to end up with yet another scythe reduced to a clump of useless scrap metal.

Sidi: "You broke my little scythe again."

Brice was in a good mood, a smile could be heard in his voice, and he admitted his mistake sincerely: "Sorry, it was my fault."

Sidi also wanted to kick Bryce's calf like Flora kicked Paine, but in the end she didn't do it.

He had more important questions to ask Brace now.

"What did you do to me?" he asked.

Brace replied, "What I did to you...don't you know?"

After all, the traces he left are so deep that even if he wanted to forget, he couldn't forget.

Sheedy stared at him suspiciously.

"I'm not talking about that." He wrinkled his nose, with an unhappy expression on his face, "Why can't I do it myself? Is there something wrong with me?"

This shouldn't be, he followed the steps.

Xidi couldn't figure it out, and she hasn't figured it out until now, so she could only blame it on Bryce's tampering with her.

"Why?" he asked relentlessly, "Why am I only happiest when you touch me?"

Bryce got it.

He seemed to be happier, and even smiled a few times, his voice was nice.

Seeing him like this, Xidi finally couldn't hold back, put into practice the idea just now, and kicked his calf, feeling that this action was quite relieved: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"I didn't do anything." Bryce turned his head, lifting the edge of the cloak slightly so that only Sidi, who was close at hand, could see his eyes.

Smiling silver gray eyes.

"I'm just in love with you," he said.

The author says:

Hi, I had so much fun~(Wait

As a person, I am easy to let myself go when I play ∠(?」∠)_