stay away from that sick girl

For you, these are some small things in life, but for the bamboo horse...it seems not so simple.

He also enumerated dozens of things that you can't remember clearly in this way. While breathing in your ears, his fingers also came to your round earlobes, stroking them again and again.The double combination of sound and movement makes you want to escape again, but you soon realize that the opponent's arm strength is not comparable to yours.

"You can always see them, hear them, and obey them, but..." Zhuma's expression changed for the first time, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he looked like a dazed child, "But, You never do that to me."

Zhuma's expression even began to become pitiful, and his hands began to crazily test your body.

You blinked your eyes, looked at the tightly handcuffed wrists behind you again, and confirmed that the person who is restricted now is you and not the bamboo horse.

The bamboo horse repeatedly mentions these bits and pieces in your ears, illogically and wildly, this way of telling is completely different from the usual rigorous bamboo horse.A lot of things you don't even remember, and a few things you find ridiculous: like the time you touched the school cat.

"You...you can't see me at all," Zhuma suddenly became excited, and even his breathing quickened a lot, "You can't see me at all! I'm right in front of your eyes! But you can't see me at all!"

"Even if you saw that passer-by you suddenly met, you wouldn't choose to see me."

After you think about it for a while, you realize that this "passerby you met suddenly" refers to Mr. Killer.

He hugged your head with both hands and looked at you seriously, "Yes, yes, just look at me like this, it's fine, I'm here." When you realize that the situation is not good, his mental state seems to be When it was no longer the bamboo horse you usually know, he had already bitten it up.

Bite directly on your cheek.

"Let go, let go!"

Even without a lot of force, being bitten on the cheek is still a scary thing - and the horror is doubled when you realize that the other person sticks out his tongue and starts licking your face .

You tried to cry out, but there was no response from your elder brother who might still be here in the distance—you realized with despair that your only reinforcement at this moment, Mr. Killer, could never hear your screams.

The pulling force of the bamboo horse gradually increases, making you unable to make a sound at all.He pulls you fiercely for a while, and licks you pitifully for a while, as if there are two personalities in his body——Thinking of this, you can't help but think of Mr. Killer.

Although I don't know how long it has been since I passed out of a coma, but... But as long as I don't show up for a long time, Mr. Killer must be able to notice the abnormality.

In the next second, you feel a sudden pain on your face—if you guessed right, it should leave a mark.

You look at the bamboo horse, but you find that his eyes have changed—it is no longer the mysterious and unpredictable eyes, but the straightforward anger.

"Look at me, look at me," Zhuma grabbed your waist hard, your brows almost frowned, "I'm right here, why can't you see me?! You just looked at me in your heart Who is it?!"