[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

"Hannibal...?"

Hannibal Lecter opened his eyes from the slight knock on the door.

After returning from the mansion of the red dragon, it was approaching midnight.The bedroom is pitch black, but the shadow standing at the door can still be seen clearly with the help of the light from the window.

It's Angie.

She changed into another nightdress, a loose beige skirt that reached to the ankle.The slender and petite figure swayed by the door of Hannibal's bedroom, until he hummed lightly, and Angie, who got permission, took a step carefully.

"I can't sleep," she said. "I always feel like if I close my eyes, the nightmare will come."

With one less person on the list, after she took the first step?Hannibal stood up, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Come here, Angie."

As usual, she walked forward obediently.

The light was dim, and Angie couldn't see Hannibal's expression, so she naturally couldn't understand his own emotions that he didn't often express.The man sitting by the bed had broad shoulders and straight shoulders. As soon as An Qi approached him, she tried to touch the bruises on his face.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch the skin, Hannibal turned his head sideways.

An Qi's hand that was in mid-air stopped suddenly.

Hannibal took her hand and firmly grasped the cool fingers: "You have achieved your goal, and you deserve peace of mind."

"I am afraid."

"afraid of what?"

Her breathing became slightly rapid, and she wanted to speak several times, but in the end she didn't make any movement.

During the days when she was with Hannibal, An Qi always knew everything, even if she made a mistake or even got into an awkward situation, she would speak out all her thoughts immediately.This was a habit she had developed when she first came to America, and Hannibal didn't want the shadow of her childhood to make her close her heart.

So he opened his hands silently, and An Qi whimpered, and threw herself into his arms impatiently.

The smell of clean fabric, the smell of shampoo in her hair, and the faint sweet smell that lingers on her body.All of them are exactly the same as the memories sealed in Hannibal's palace, and the traces of the red dragon left on her body have completely disappeared, as if they never existed at all.

"I'm so afraid, I'm afraid you'll be angry." She wrapped her arms around Hannibal's neck, buried her in his shoulder and said softly, "I'm afraid you will think my behavior is so rude, and you will be completely disappointed in me because of it. I'm afraid that when I fall into a nightmare again, you won't be able to wake me up from it, I'm afraid—"

"—Angie."

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and patted her on the back reassuringly.

"I won't abandon you."

A round of simple words made An Qi choke up.

Hannibal held her by the shoulders, gently forcing her out of his arms and facing him.An Qi lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes: "Really?"

"You know I've never broken a promise," he said.

Until this moment, An Qi's tense body slowly relaxed.

"I thought," Hannibal knew, even if he couldn't see her, that she must have bit her lower lip between the pauses, "that you'd be angry."

"If you mean luring the red dragon to point the butcher knife at me."

Angie could hear the deep displeasure hidden in his words.

"It's disrespectful, Angie, and very rude."

"But, but it's also very effective, isn't it?"

She tugged on his skirt and spoke coquettishly.

"Hannibal, don't be angry, okay? I, I also believe in you. Your ability is much stronger than mine, and the red dragon doesn't need to be taken seriously at all."

His ability, what ability?

During these ten years, Hannibal and Angie never stated his "preference", but it was a matter of mutual understanding.

"I'm sorry, I will be obedient," An Qi begged, "Stop eating sweets, practice dancing, and study hard. Be by your side, and I will listen to whatever you say."

The words are earnest and the emotions straightforward.Ten years is enough time for Hannibal to know Angie's behavior habits like the back of his hand, and he knows what she looks like when she tells the truth and when she tells a lie.At this time, every word of An Qi came from the heart, her apology was real, and so was her concern and fear.

In the end he just shook his head resignedly.

"I spoiled you."

Knew it would be like this.

An Qi raised the corners of her lips secretly.He always forgives her and satisfies her, and this time is no exception.

"Hannibal." Angie still had an inch, she leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Can I, can I..."

"what?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

The voice fell, and before Hannibal could respond, An Qi felt her face become extremely hot.

She hurriedly added: "I don't mean anything else, really! I just think...by your side, I won't be afraid of nightmares anymore."

"It's not appropriate."

"That's all I ask for, Hannibal." Angie said aggrievedly.

——He always satisfies her.

Hannibal sighed.

"Lie down, An Qi, before dawn, you and I still have a chance to rest."

Having succeeded, An Qi let out a small cheer, and climbed onto the bed neatly.

This was the first time she was lying on his bed.Even when she had just arrived in America, when she was shivering from the emptiness of the mansion and the lingering nightmare, Angie hadn't asked Hannibal to sleep with her.

Perhaps he was right, he had indeed spoiled her.

Angie lay down obediently, and let him cover herself with the quilt, which smelled of Hannibal.She curled up in it, and then felt the other side of the bed sink, and Hannibal lay down too.

She moved carefully behind him.

"Angie."

"Ok?"

Hannibal turned his back to her: "Next, what are your plans?"

"...Are you going to." An Qi shrank back into the quilt again, wishing she could cover her head too, "I want to spend more time with you, and then I'll think about the list."

"Because the timing wasn't right?"

"Oh, why not because you are more important?"

A low chuckle answered her.

Angie wrinkled her nose under the sheet: "Thomas is waiting for the opportunity to invite the Prime Minister of Latvinia to visit the United States."

"If Northfield wins the election, you have a chance to crush the incumbent."

It always felt strange that Loki's false identity came out of Hannibal's mouth, Angie felt a little guilty for no reason, and she didn't know why.

It may be because he is too smart, good at detecting people's hearts and has a keen sense of smell.Angie has always felt that staying in the position of a psychiatrist is a great waste of Hannibal's talent.

...but fortunately he is only a psychiatrist.

"Yes," she admitted, "Frances Underwood's position is too high. Don't you think my ideas are too naive, Hannibal? A little girl just grown up, trying to plot the president's life .”

"You have a unique instinct for people, Angie."

yes.

Angie couldn't be relieved, she said she was scared, this was not a lie to approach Hannibal - she didn't need any excuses to approach him, Angie was indeed scared.

"I'm still terrified of not being able to turn out that nightmare."

She pressed her forehead against Hannibal's back, muttering to herself.

"The red dragon is a good start, then? Hannibal, I'm afraid I'll fail halfway, I'm afraid I'll never reach my goal."

"The people on the list."

His tone was very calm, as if he just spit out an irrelevant sentence.

"Each has its own dangers."

The room suddenly fell silent.

An Qi didn't answer, and silence spread between the two of them.She grabbed the quilt tightly and opened her slightly closed eyes.

Hannibal didn't move, Angie could clearly feel his strong heartbeat through the thin fabric.Yue's moving organs are calm and powerful, no different from usual.

But Angie knew that Hannibal Lecter's heartbeat would not exceed 75 beats per minute when he was hunting with his own hands, when he was handling the ingredients, and when he was putting the dishes into his mouth.

Maybe he guessed something.

A tremor that was almost in danger hit the top of his head from his tailbone, and before Angie could react, Hannibal turned around.He gently took Angie into his arms.

"Endless thinking just weighs down your body and mind."

As if he had understood Angie's heart, Hannibal said, the deep voice trembled and lingered above Angie's head, the voice was calm and comforting, but Angie still read several untraceable dangers in it mean.

"Go to sleep, Angie. Too many things happened today, you need to rest well."

As he spoke, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"When you wake up, everything will be better."