[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

He hung his head on Angie's neck, sniffing her sweet scent greedily.After the joy|goodbye, the ambiguous atmosphere still lingers, the red dragon panted slightly, and stayed like this for a long time.

It was so long that An Qi's palm clung to his back, moving slowly along the tattoo covering the entire back, she raised her eyes: "Sir...?"

The red dragon looked at her quietly for a moment, and then lifted An Qi from the side of the table.

She exclaimed, and then fell into the bed in the corner of the attic.

The bed was too small, and when the red dragon also lay down, An Qi had to lean most of her body on him.

She barely propped up her body, the pulled quilt slipped from her back, the red dragon's hand firmly clasped her back, the wide palm covered most of An Qi's waist, and her knuckles pressed against the center of her spine.

An Qi moved lightly, not only did she not break free, but she also got the red dragon's dissatisfaction.

"Don't move." He whispered.

It was still dark and deep.

Her long blond hair was vertical to his chest, their faces were close at hand, and their breaths intertwined. Under such dim conditions, An Qi could still see the lines of his pupils clearly.

"Now you." She said.

The red dragon is thin but muscular. An Qi's fingertips rest on the edge of the outline of his chest muscles and gently caress.

"Is it the shy boy, or the red dragon?"

He pulled her into his arms.

The red dragon's hand ran through the long hair at the back of her head, and gently pressed her against his chest, the steady heart under the flesh was beating "dong dong" beside An Qi's ear.

The power of life, and the breath of intoxication.

He was tightly entangled with her legs, An Qi rubbed the red dragon's knee with her calf, the first thing she felt was the stickiness between her legs, she hummed uncomfortably, but she still closed her eyes obediently Close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

There seems to be only the sound of his heartbeat between heaven and earth.

"Give her to me."

Francis Dollahide heard a low hoarse voice shout in the dimness.

"—give her to me."

He struggled to turn over and almost fell from the single bed to the ground.This is not over yet, and after fully waking up, Dora Hyde fell into a huge panic: there was no one else in the crowded attic except him.

Where did she go?

The tip of the nose still has the sweetness and greasy taste of a young girl, as well as a touch of candy.The lingering and madness of last night will never be an illusion, but where is she?

Dora Hyde dressed in a hurry, and then the hoarse voice sounded again, as if it was in his ears or hovering around him: "Of course I escaped, while you and I were sleeping, hurry Jump over the bed, open the door, escape from this."

"No, it's impossible."

"You don't think the angels will stop for you, do you?"

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the voice in his head.But that shadow followed like a shadow, and it smiled triumphantly.

"Give her to me!" the Red Dragon ordered, "She doesn't belong to you at all."

Dora Hyde hugged her head in despair and roared, "No!"

"Mr. Red Dragon?!"

A gentle and sweet voice sounded, and the terrifying voice disappeared immediately.Dora Hyde looked up and saw Angie Lecter standing in front of the door, looking at her in surprise.

She was wearing his T-shirt, hanging loosely over her shoulders. The hem of the T-shirt barely covered An Qi's buttocks, which was already the limit, a pair of slender and straight legs were bare|exposed, and there were still a few drops of water that had not been wiped dry.

drops of water.

It was only then that he noticed that An Qi was holding a towel in her hand, and her hair was also wet. The pale gold was soaked in water and became darker than before, and it was scattered behind her back.

"What's wrong?" She tilted her head, her gray pupils were full of innocence and worry.

Dora Hyde sat on the edge of the bed, covering her face in pain.

From beginning to end, she called "Mr. Red Dragon".

It was the Red Dragon who took off her clothes last night, and it was the Red Dragon who took possession of her... That voice was right, Angie Lecter itself did not belong to him.

An Qi walked in front of him, she stretched out her hand cautiously, and cupped Dora Hyde's face.The morning sun shone in, casting a layer of light on her wet hair.

Still so clean, still so innocent, a pair of gray eyes still staring closely at his eyes.

"Are you all right, sir?" Angie asked softly, "Is it a headache?"

Dora Hyde closed her eyes and said with difficulty: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Apparently An Qi didn't believe his words.

She looked Dora Hyde up and down, and seeing that he was really unwilling to explain, she just gave in as if a little bit disappointed: "Okay then."

After finishing speaking, she bent down and drew closer to him.

Angie kissed Dora Hyde on the forehead.

A sweet breath wafts in, a little steamy, and the smell of men's shampoo—his smell.The knowledge of the simple beauty of Angie Lecter in his clothes and covered in his scent swept over Dora Hyde's head.

"If you have something on your mind, or feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, okay?" She said softly, "I am willing...to share the burden with you."

He can't do it.

Dora Hyde realized with despair.

It is impossible to raise the butcher knife at her like other prey.He didn't want to give Angie Lecter to the Red Dragon, didn't want to give it his hot, soft body.

What should I do?

He stretched out his hand.

Angie leaned forward obediently, and looped Dollahide's arm.The tall and strong man leaned in her arms, but he looked like a child—he was even trembling, and An Qi was a little surprised when she noticed his breathing and the slight trembling of his shoulders.

She inserted|inserted her fingers into his hair, and patted him lightly, like an elder, that... like a mother.

"You slept well, so I didn't wake you up." An Qi put her face on his forehead and said softly, "I made breakfast, do you want to come and have a taste?"

Dora Hyde couldn't bear to let her go.

In An Qi's arms, leaning against her chest, and smelling carefully, he can still find the softness and sweetness of a girl under his clothes and shampoo.Everything about Angie Lecter is sweet, her kisses are sweet, and so are her bodily fluids. The smell of candy almost soaks into her skin and blood.

He wanted to possess her himself.

The man held An Qi's hand tightly, and then slowly let go inch by inch.Dora Hyde raised her head, met Angie's innocent eyes, and nodded: "Okay."

Angie burst into a bright smile.

She ran merrily downstairs and back again.The eager steps made a "creaking" sound on the old wooden boards, and Angie's light figure gave him the illusion that it was a little rabbit again.Angie happily walked to the desk and put the two prepared plates on it.

"Hope you're okay with the ham sandwich."

As she spoke, Angie pushed one of the plates in front of Dora Hyde, looking at him eagerly.

A simple sandwich is cut in half, with one half in front of him and the other half at Angie's hand.Dora Hyde picked up her portion, took a bite, and found that, in addition to the essentials of a sandwich, she had slathered it with jam.

"Hannibal seldom allows me to step into the kitchen," Angie complained, but she had a happy smile on her face, "because I always steal powdered sugar and jam. Fortunately, your kitchen treats me There is no ban."

"But you didn't steal the jam."

"Oh, you know."

An Qi held her chin and said with a nasty smile: "Some things are interesting just because they are forbidden."

Dora Hyde gave the hand that put the sandwich to her mouth.

She is very happy, a girl raised in a honeypot.After a short period of madness, Francis Dollahide would not forget that he took her out of the house at the risk of being hunted down.

Angie Lecter has an elegant and perceptive adoptive father, and a... flamboyant boyfriend.

"What are you going to do next?" Dora Hyde asked tentatively.

"Let's go back."

it is as expected.

"Before the FBI finds you, otherwise you will be exposed for me," An Qi said calmly, "Wouldn't the loss outweigh the gain?"

She had to go back to reality, to the cage her "father" had created.That hoarse voice was right, she did not belong to her.

Dollahide closed her eyes, then stood up abruptly—

He brushed his elbow against the sandwich plate, and the china fell to the ground, shattering.

Angie Lecter raised her eyes in surprise.

Before she could react, Dora Hyde took out a pair of handcuffs from the desk drawer, handcuffed one end to her wrist, and locked the other end tightly to the corner of the desk.

"First, sir...?"

"I can't let you go, Angie."

Dora Hyde kissed Angie hastily on the forehead, and then realized that it was the first time he had called her name.

"wait me back."

He turned around without looking back, and strode out of the attic.

She belongs to her father, her "boyfriend", and even other irrelevant people.This is not what Dora Hyde wants to see.

Do something so that she will always belong to him, to him and to the red dragon.

With a loud bang, the attic door was locked tightly.

An Qi was the only one left in the room. She stared at the door that would not open again in a short time, and slowly put away the surprised and bewildered expression on her face.

An Qi tugged at the wrists that were handcuffed to the table, and it was tightly locked, and it was absolutely impossible for her to pull the corner of the table away with her strength.

But that doesn't matter.

She lowered her head and raised the corners of her mouth cautiously.

"Run away, run away quickly."

The young girl whispered with a sweet voice.

"The red dragon is coming... Hannibal."