[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Rocky took Angie back to his mansion in Washington.

Sure enough, after he parked the car in the garage, he was photographed by the dodgy paparazzi around him.If Angie Lecter was sent home alone, tomorrow's newspaper might write something.Loki loved surprises, but they had to be of his own making.

He returned to the mansion and opened the skylight of the bedroom—the evil god always knew what it meant to enjoy. The newly purchased house was located on the top floor of a high-end apartment, with an excellent view.Rocky sat on the edge of the bed, not forgetting to pour a glass of whiskey on the rocks.He shook the newspaper, and the appalling headline hung on the headline of the newspaper from three days ago.

"The Tooth Fairy Killed Many Perfect Families".

Despite temporarily living on Earth as a mortal, Loki still doesn't care much about recent current events.It is even more incomprehensible for humans to report homicides: After seeing countless aliens, mutants and superpowers, they will still panic over the death of two families.

However, what made Loki even more incomprehensible was... He put down the newspaper and looked at An Qi.

He was reading the newspaper here, and Angie was not idle either.She held a glass of sweet milk in her left hand, and a small dish of rabbit-shaped marshmallows in her right hand, curled up on the sofa and chewed in small bites.Sensing Loki's gaze, she raised her eyes and tilted her head: "What's wrong?"

Today's An Qi tied her long pale golden hair with a blue ribbon, her gray eyes were blank, showing a kind of innocence that could arouse a man's desire to destroy.

Loki didn't answer, she looked at the newspaper in his hand.Angie understood when she saw the content on the back of the newspaper.

She blinked, retracted her confused gaze, and said, "You're reading a report about the Tooth Fairy."

"Your father is assisting the FBI to find his clues, but you clearly know about it, but you don't say a word."

"Anyway, he will die sooner or later, it doesn't matter who executes him."

"Does he know that you deliberately designed to get close to the murderer?"

When the words fell to the ground, Loki was satisfied to find a trace of haze in Angel's angelic face.

But she still gave the answer: "Hannibal doesn't know."

Loki closed the newspaper without haste, folded it, and put it aside.He changed the subject nonchalantly: "Then, let's talk about your nightmare."

An Qi gave the hand that brought the marshmallow to her mouth a pause, and then put down the milk glass in her hand as if nothing had happened.

"I'd rather know," she began, "where did you know I was plagued by nightmares?"

"Don't forget that you have an adoptive father who is highly appreciated by the upper class." Rocky shook his glass, "The famous psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, but he can't heal the wounds in his daughter's heart, ladies and rich ladies like it very much. Such a sad story."

"A story is just a story."

"Is your nightmare related to your biological father?"

"It would be annoying to ask a girl's privacy!"

Having said that, An Qi was not angry at all, and even the haze just now completely dissipated.

She bit the marshmallow on her lips and continued: "If it's just post-traumatic stress disorder, it's a piece of cake for Hannibal. My nightmares can't be solved through treatment."

"What did you dream about?"

"I……"

Holding the milk glass in her hand, her eyes gradually emptied.

"I often dream that I'm dancing."

Dance?

This answer completely exceeded Loki's expectations.

He had seen Angie dance, and even though he had traveled all over the Nine Realms and seen countless masterpieces of art, Loki had to admit that it was not without reason that Angie Lecter became famous at a young age.

She was good at dancing and obviously enjoyed it, but she said that in her nightmares, she was dancing?

But An Qi didn't intend to continue explaining, she blinked and smiled brightly: "I know what you're thinking, a girl who is good-looking, well-educated, and well-loved, why would she plan to kill someone? There doesn't seem to be any motivation other than the days when I was abused before the age of eight."

"And yet you are prepared to deny that inference."

"Yes, my death list has nothing to do with my childhood, but your inference is not wrong."

Angie stood up.

She drank the sweet milk in the cup in one gulp, still clutching a few marshmallows in her palm.Then Angie walked up to Loki.

"My list."

Her gray eyes met Loki's green ones.

"It did come from my nightmare."

Loki put down the whiskey glass in his hand, and calmly stared at his own shadow in Angie's pupils: "Politicians who have run out of tricks, serial murderers who are insane, they have to do some heinous things to be on your list."

"of course."

"It's definitely not just these two people, An Qi."

A sly smile appeared on his fair and delicate face.

She put another marshmallow to her mouth.

Loki has long noticed that Angie is particularly fond of sweets and sweets. As early as the first meeting, she swept away the desserts of the afternoon tea. This time, as soon as she entered his newly purchased high-end apartment, she went straight to the refrigerator and cleaned up all the sweets. After no results, he simply ran out and bought a bag of cotton candy himself.

"Are you considering whether you are on my list?"

"It's inevitable to think too much."

"Any candy?"

Angie asked nonchalantly.

She opened her lips lightly, bit the marshmallow, then slowly bent down, closing the distance with him.

The tips of their noses touch each other, and the distance between them is only the distance between Angie's candy.If Loki wanted to, he could just open his mouth and swallow the candy, and the girl's sugar-coated kiss.

But he didn't.

The eyes of the same color as the forest did not make any waves. Loki sniffed the smell of milk and candy between Angie's breath, and said with a half smile: "I thought you didn't like kissing me very much, Angie. After all, the charity performance Tonight, you almost tore me apart with your eyes."

Angie suddenly straightened her back.

"Don't worry," she swallowed the marshmallow, her gentle and soft voice quickly cooled down, "I don't have you on my list, and..."

"Your kissing skills are not bad, but please let me know in advance next time." An Qi said.

Loki raised his eyebrows: "Kissing my girlfriend, how can there be any reason for prior arrangement?"

Angie: "Don't forget that you are going to participate in the general election now. Your every move will attract the attention of the media. It's better to contact the team early and pack it up for you."

Loki: "You really care about me."

Based on this alone, Rocky is more willing to pick another important public occasion to have a deep French kiss.

"Yes," Angie said naturally, "I pin all my hopes on you."

"It's not too difficult."

"Unlikely to win the general election through normal means, 'Thomas' is just a businessman with no political background, citizens will not give you votes."

"Normal way, what's the point of that?"

Obviously, this was the answer Angie wanted to hear.Her eyes lit up, and she looked at Loki expectantly: "You have something, right?"

Loki turned his head to one side, casually flipped the old newspaper folded by his legs, and pointed to the international news page on the back, there was an unremarkable piece of news in the corner.

——"The Prime Minister of Latvinia expressed his stance today, strongly supporting the United States in fighting terror |ism".

"I have a lot of friendship with the dictator behind the Latvinian government." Loki said lazily, "Perhaps we can reach some consensus on fighting terrorism."

"I thought the human beings on the earth were all ants to you."

"Ants are also divided into useful and useless." Loki responded, "Victor von Doom is just like you, barely considered useful."

Angie laughed as if amused.

She exaggeratedly lifted the hem of her skirt, and gave Loki a thank you gift from the feudal era: "In your eyes, I am actually at the same level as the dignified Doctor Doom. It is a great honor, my Lord Evil God."

Loki also smiled, and he stretched out his left hand towards Angie: "Then, my dear Angie, would you like to go to Latvinia with me to talk about business and see the scenery?"

"I don't want it." Unexpectedly, An Qi wrinkled her nose and rejected Rocky's invitation, "I still have to wait for the admission letter from the university, and I have to get rid of that red dragon before you officially run for the general election." gentlemen."

As she spoke, she looked at the watch on the wall.

"I have to go."

"It's so late, why don't you just stay here."

"Hannibal is waiting for me to come home. If you want to spend |spring|night together, you'd better make another appointment."

An Qi's tone was brisk, and she leaned in front of Loki again, kissing the bridge of his handsome nose.

"Go to Latvinia, be careful all the way, and call me every night, okay?"

The conversation is intimate, the eyes are adoring, as if the confrontation scene where the intrigue and secret were just shared did not exist at all.Of course, Loki enjoyed her little flirtatious gesture, allowing Angie to kiss enough, and then watched her pick up her coat and prepare to leave.

"An Qi." He stopped her when she walked to the door, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"what?"

"Who else is on your list?"

An Qi, who put on her coat, paused, and she turned around. Wrapped in a white coat, she still didn't forget to stuff the last marshmallow into her mouth.

"I'm so curious. There are many people on my list. As for the recent plan... there is one more."

"Who?"

After eating all the marshmallows, An Qi patted the powdered sugar sticking to her palm and spoke casually.

"Hannibal Lecter."

The author has something to say: Thank you Shen Qing, Immortal Extreme Irrigation Nutrient Solution, I love you all, hold them up one by one and hold them high~

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