you turned on the love game

After you went back, you found that the girl No. 87 who lived in the same room had actually left. The door of her bedroom was wide open, and inside was the same simple furniture.

The rest are empty, with no signs of living there.

You glanced at the bedroom, turned to Barton and said, "She hasn't returned the new bandage to me yet, so she just left without thinking."

A few days ago, there were five people living in a room, and now there are only two of you left. I didn’t expect to be roommates in an ordinary double room before, but after changing to a multi-person suite, I will continue to be roommates.

The boy gave an "ah" and said, "Do you want that?"

He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Well - I should have quite a few new bandages over there, and I can give them to you if you need them."

"Is it for me?"

"No, but it can be sold to you cheaply."

"..." You thought you had heard it wrong, and stared at the boy with obsidian eyes in disbelief, "Are you serious?"

"Hmm..." He said with certainty, "Don't worry, there will be a discount."

You were speechless, stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed, then pointed in a random direction and said to him: "Look there..."

When he looked over with "?" on his face, he suddenly raised his hand to hold his face, and rubbed it vigorously: "Little devil, I gave you your candy."

"..." The expected resistance did not appear, you just felt the body under your hand stiff for a moment, and the pair of dark pupils quickly moved back, staring at you like a doll in a window, seeming very puzzled by your actions .

Satisfied, you withdrew your hand, ignoring his confused eyes: "What are you looking at, do you want to charge for this?"

A flash of realization flashed in the boy's eyes.

"Although there is no precedent before, the price..."

"No, it's impossible, don't think about it, absolutely no money."

You folded your arms and looked at him: "The way you want to make money is very problematic."

On the expression of the other party listening carefully, he instructs inexperiencedly: "Things like bandages, which are insignificant to you, should be given away for free first to make the relationship closer, so that we can continue to cooperate later."

Although there is no basis, it sounds reasonable.

Hearing this, Barton bent his index finger and nodded at the side of his face, then tilted his head slightly, and said in the original tone: "Ah, I understand. But you can already skip the step of getting closer."

You were slightly taken aback, and said in surprise, "You're pretty good at talking."

Then when the boy was about to speak, he interrupted him with a smile, "But no, I can't skip it, I also want to feel the process."

He was choked by you, turned around and walked into the room under your restless gaze, and took out a roll of clean bandages that were well sealed from the cabinet.

"I'm hardly injured now, so I don't need it."

"..."

"No, this one doesn't work either."

"..." After all the things he took out were rejected by you, those big dark eyes stared at you quietly for a few seconds, unhappiness was about to overflow from inside, and he hugged everything out without saying a word .

You didn't understand what he meant, and just as you were about to ask, you heard a clatter, and the boy threw them all in front of you.

He stared at you with a small face, and uttered a single voice: "Choose..."

You suddenly froze.

How can someone send things so fiercely?

While you thought it was funny, you bent your knees and squatted down, your eyes searched around the pile of things he carried out, and finally fixed on a certain place, and after a "huh", you stretched out your hand to pick it up.

"This is a candy wrapper, why do you still keep it?"

You raised your face to look at him, but the boy didn't answer your question. He glanced at the candy wrapper, then lowered his head slightly, with some deep black in the gap between his half-closed eyelids, and he couldn't see any emotional changes.

Even though it is daytime now, the light in the room is not very good, the light gray shadow falls on his face, it seems that there is a sticky dark color oozing from the bottom of his eyes, from the pupil to the corner of the eye, At last it spread into a dark shadow before the eyes.

He just looks at you like that and doesn't say anything.

You pursed your lips and smiled lightly, then flattened the crumpled candy paper and folded it in half, pressing your fingers nimbly at each corner, turning it into a fancy five-pointed star with a candy brand logo pattern on the five corners.

"Look at..."

You twisted a corner and shook it at him, satisfied to see the boy's eyes follow the origami between your fingers back and forth, then pulled his hand hanging by your side and stuffed the origami into his hand.

"This way it can be stored for a long time."

There are other candy wrappers inside, you pick them out one by one and fold them into the shape of a five-pointed star, and put one into the young boy's hand after folding one, and he simply squats down to watch you fold it later.

It stands to reason that the candy wrappers should be sticky, but the candy wrappers in your hands don't feel this way, as if they have been cleaned specially.

You deliberately ask the boy: "It's strange that they are not sticky at all."

But I also know that it is impossible to get the answer from him.

Sure enough, he tilted his head slightly when he heard the words, his eyes turned from origami to you, and his tone was calm: "Really, it's really strange."

It doesn't sound like it has anything to do with him.

The rest of the candy wrappers were also quickly folded, and you stuffed the pile of things together with the origami into his arms intact, without picking anything.

The boy opened his eyes slightly in confusion and asked, "What do you want?"

When you heard this, you pressed your index finger against your chin and tapped twice.

In fact, you said that just now to tease him on purpose, but since he is asking so seriously now, why don't you pick something?

But when you think about it, you realize that there is really nothing you need.

You pondered for a moment, and your eyes fell on the young boy in front of you. He still had the same face as when you first saw him, but the indifference in his eyes and the sense of alienation around his body quietly dissipated.

He is now just like a black cat, looking at you purely.

With your palm resting on your chin, you looked sideways into his eyes and suddenly laughed, "Ah, I see."

In his puzzled eyes, you stood up from the ground, opened your arms to him with a smile, and said, "Then give me a hug."

Saying so, you put your arms around his shoulders.

He opened his eyes wide at once, but he didn't avoid your movement.

The boy's shoulders were slender, and when his arms touched his shoulder bones, he could feel the sharp edges and corners, as stiff as a piece of hard wood.

Originally, the sound of breathing was too soft to be heard, but after being hugged by you, it seemed to be even lighter, and the chest hardly rose and fell, and you couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Bedo" was a little shorter than him, with his nose just touching his shoulders, and he could vaguely smell the cold smell coming from him.

This is a very special smell, mixed with a very faint smell of blood.

It is like a wisp of mist in the early winter morning, which cannot be touched with hands, and can only be glimpsed through the dust floating in the air, but it does not last long, and it will be easily dissipated if it encounters sunlight.

But in contrast, his shoulders were warm.

Your palms can feel the body temperature passing through the clothes, and you seem to hear the continuous beating heartbeat in your chest in the silence.

The boy's arm moved slightly, as if he wanted to lift it up, but immediately there was a slight rubbing sound from the objects around him, and he stopped suddenly, but unfortunately you didn't notice it at all.

"Thank you for your willingness to trust me."

You patted his shoulder lightly, let go of your hand with a smile, and saw your own smile from the dull black pupils, and couldn't help but exaggerated your smile: "Why are you looking at me with this expression? "

Originally, his expression was like that of a doll in a window, but now it became more like that, even the rigidity of his pupils was exactly the same.

You paused and asked curiously, "Isn't this the first time?"

Your lips are drawn into a straight line in response.

This is too...

You laughed until you touched your forehead, then gave him a hug again, continued to pat his shoulder, and said, "Okay, now it's the second time."

"..." The boy stared at you silently.

After finishing speaking, you turned your back to him and waved your hand: "It's okay, our relationship has been drawn closer, and there is no problem in continuing to cooperate in the future... But I will definitely not spend money on your bandages."

The kind of thing that you can't use up yourself, you don't need to buy it at all.

He didn't make a sound, and there was silence behind you.

You didn't care if you didn't hear a reply, you went straight into the room, and just as you were about to close the door, you suddenly heard a boy call your name.

"Lucia..."

It's the first time he's called you since you told him your name.

It's been a long time since you heard this name, and you couldn't help being stunned, and poked your head out to look at him from the crack of the door: "Well, what's the matter, is there anything else?"

The young boy standing in the living room tightened his arms, the things in his arms creaked, and the five-pointed star on the edge was squeezed and folded together by his movements, but he didn't care.

He took a step forward, stepping right into the dark gray shadows.

That immature face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of shadow, and when staring at you, there was nothing but black in the eyes.But you don't think it's weird or weird because you know he's just like that.

He looks at you and utters a short word slowly.

"Good night……"

Then lowered his eyes, turned and left.

You were holding the door frame with your hand, and sighed helplessly upon hearing this.

On the one hand, he thought how could it be so awkward, and on the other hand, he thought that it was him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, unconsciously forming a beautiful dimple.

When his figure was about to disappear behind the bedroom door, you knocked lightly on the door, and after he looked over, you hid the smile overflowing from your throat and shook your arm at him: "Got it, good night."

Since then, your games have almost no intersection, and the locations of the battlefields are very far apart. Usually, if you go east, he goes north.

There is only one exception.

You're playing on battle field number three, and he happens to be on number two.

When you defeated your opponent and were about to leave the field, you suddenly found a dark figure standing at the exit, and when you took a closer look, it turned out to be Button, with a curious smile on your face.

"Are you here to wait for me?" You asked him with a smile.

Perhaps because of the bright light at the exit, when those deep eyes widened slightly, fragments of light fell into it, and the temperature climbed up the dark cracked surface, and you seemed to see your face inside.

The young man was looking up at the huge screen in the building, which happened to be showing your brilliant operations during the battle, so he nodded.

"Well..." he said to you, "it happened to be on the way."