The end game [Zhongyingmei]

But I can't spend the night in my own arms.After her sanity returned, Sisley realized.

Not just a matter of being uncomfortable, another one I won't get sick, but I absolutely will.

—— Sisley, come here, I will take you to a place.

The man took off his coat and covered Sisley's shoulders.He looked taller and stronger than her several times, but it was indeed another her.

Sisley looked to the side, and the man naturally took her hand and interlocked his fingers. She suddenly discovered that skin-to-skin contact can bring about a more seamless communication of consciousness.

The two Sisleys leaned obediently together.

Sisley looked up, he was wearing a soft black T-shirt, the cotton material obediently outlined his strong neck and chest.Like a healthy big cat.

Very strong masculine charm... Sisley silently praised, and the consciousness of the two people was transmitted with the palms that touched.

Ken?Is that what you named yourself?I'm Sisley, as you know.

--you are beautiful too.

Ken slowed down, his palms warm and Sisley's fingertips hot.The two Sisleys have the same aesthetic concept. Through the pores of the mask, he stared at Sisley's smiling face under the street lamp, allowing her to "see" his own face.

Ken's consciousness is like a refreshing night breeze in the mountains and forests, without the scent of flowers that would make people feel bored if he smelled too much, just the endless depth and peace.

Now, Sisley was wrapped up in pampering into tender evenings.

This is her dream, so she still has the original face and figure.This is not surprising. Sisley didn't feel much about the familiar facial features she had seen in the mirror for more than 20 years, but she was used to looking at her head-up, and suddenly she found herself looking a little too slender from Ken's perspective.

…Can Ken lift her up with just one hand?How long can you hold it?

One Sisley's thoughts suddenly went out of control, and the next moment, the two Sisleys clasped their hands together, thinking wildly together.

…Until Ken, out of consideration, interrupted Sisley's eager curiosity first.

—You're feverish, Sisley, don't take any chances.

He consoles like a true lover.

Yes.

Sisley was silent for a while and lowered her voice.

But I am dead.

Ken didn't say anything more, he squeezed her hand tightly, like a promise.But to be honest, Sisley was not worried about whether Ken could live on. She knew that her skin was getting hot and her walking was not very smooth. She could only live like a person recovering from a serious illness.

Trying to ignore the recovery period that made her feel suffocated, Sisley thought again, Ken has more sensitive senses than hers, and he can blend into the night better just standing where he is.

Even with that weird mask on.

So why you, Ken?Sisley was a little curious, even though she accepted almost all the strange things in this strange dream, accepted that the superheroes she had only seen in comics and movies would actually fly around in front of her eyes, and accepted that she had never The organza dress she was wearing, and the bustling and unfamiliar city that suddenly appeared in front of her, she was still a little curious at this moment.

How did Ken get here?Is Ken the embodiment of her heart?Or did she also become some kind of super villain or something.Why did Ken show up?

—Because you need me, Sisley.

After Ken finished this sentence, there was no more to say.He ignored Sisley's vague question of "Can I take off the mask?", and sank like a stone into the bottom of a lake without a single ripple.

Sisley didn't care that he didn't answer.shall we go to the hotelShe shook his arm.But I won't be able to get in, I don't have ID.

--I have.

Ken's calm can always infect Sisley at just the right time, making her temporarily forget all the unpleasant times.

Is there really a way?Sisley wasn't questioning Ken, she was using this question to act softly; it was only when she said the words that she remembered, how long has it been since she trusted someone like this with all her heart?How long will it be, even if it's just a person who is not sincere, willing to talk to her?

The halo of the street lamp was orange and hazy, dotted in her icy blue eyes, like some suddenly sparkling water.Ken led her to walk slowly, and both Sisleys felt sore from the emotional shock.

Sisley had no home, and her death was the epitome of extreme loneliness.

Can others see you?The silence lasted only a short while, and Ken's always warm hand gave her the courage to resume the conversation and diverted Sisley's attention.

--visible.

Ken answered her.

After a while, his calm emotions came down through his consciousness.

That's why I wear a mask.

I thought we were gone for a long time.

Sisley was led straight into the resplendent hotel lobby by Ken. Before that, Ken had already taken off the mask when going up the steps, and rubbed it with one hand and stuffed it into the inside of his coat.

The warm air in the hotel is blown enough, making people drowsy. Sisley is too lazy to speak, and Ken does not speak. He uses the phone screen and wallet to communicate effectively with the front desk lady throughout the process. Sisley only needs to grab his clothes. Corner, be a little salted fish looking around.

There are not many people in the lobby. In the middle of the night during non-holidays and non-tourist seasons, there are only two or three travelers sitting on the benches with their suitcases.None of them took a second look in this direction.

— not long.

——I booked a room for couples.

Sisley felt that she hadn't stayed here for long. She had just followed the hotel's large chandelier and counted to No. 14 Swarovski crystals. Ken had already led her to press the elevator in a hurry.

do you want to stayShe had no objection to Ken's decision, and in the elevator, the two Sisleys leaned close together.

——Sisley, I can't always be with you in this way.

With a ding, the elevator reached the corresponding floor.

Consciousness is transmitted, then understood by the brain.Sisley understood what he was saying in the brief moment of weightlessness.

She lowered her eyes in acceptance.

Carpets filled the deserted corridors, spruce and turquoise, gray tones, gold edging, the unobtrusive mass elegance of the hotel, soft to the touch with light footsteps.Ken swiped the door with his key card, passed his arm around Sisley and turned on the light switch, and at the same time closed the door.Sisley also took this opportunity to take a closer look at Ken's appearance.

There was both predator danger and a certain hollow stillness in his face, and the shaggy golden chestnut hair hung down to his brows, as amorous and soft as willow branches in spring.

This will give the illusion that he will continue to be quiet like this forever.

Sisley asked him to look up and feel his throat inch by inch with his fingertips, and he did the same until she could see the old scar clearly under the light.

Can't talk yet?

can.

But the man just stroked her hand silently.

Go take a shower and rest.He told her clearly.I want to go back where you can't see me as much as possible.

Sisley has no objection to this, these few hours are considered long for her, and she has already started to feel tired.

Half an hour later, Sisley wrapped herself in a bathrobe and opened the glass door of the bathroom.The water vapor made her cheeks pink, steaming hot and charming.

There was no one in the brightly lit bedroom.The rest of the curtains were drawn tightly, and only one floor-to-ceiling window was kept, which would not reveal Sisley's position, but also allowed her to easily see the beautiful night view of the city from the angle of the head of the bed.

You are so sweet, I like it here, Sisley happily accepted these.

Ken didn't respond to Sisley, and what he left Sisley with was a brooding, pale blue moonlight.

Sisley untied the obstructing bathrobe as she walked, and straightly fell back on the big soft bed.Rose petals fell all over her body, and her seaweed-like long black hair spread all over the bed amidst the bright red, and because she was in a good mood, her face faintly revealed a strange beauty.

i really like you.

She said happily and silently.