deformed bone

Hearing Reed's request, Calvin hesitated for a moment.It was a very quick little hesitation, but Reed caught it anyway.

"Let me see—"

Reed repeated that the days of coma had made him look weaker and paler than ever, but his wonderful, menacing aura had grown stronger.

Calvin looked back at him pretending to be calm: "My injury is not serious." He emphasized.

"But I still want to see your wound," Reed said, his eyelashes cast a slight blue shadow under the eye, "and, you asked Fogg to check the wound before, didn't you?"

Calvin stared at him dumbfounded: "Wait, are you simply trying to find out about my injury or are you jealous—eating your own jealousy?"

Reed paused, he made a thoughtful expression, and it took several seconds before he said solemnly: "I think it's both."

"For God's sake……"

Calvin muttered helplessly, but halfway through, he couldn't help laughing himself.

"Okay, Reed. You win."

While speaking, Calvin raised his hand and began to unbutton the shirt he had buttoned up to the neckline.

Reed's gaze involuntarily focused on Calvin's fingertips and the little bit of open fabric.

The obvious ambiguity suddenly appeared between the two, and Calvin lowered his eyelashes, subtly avoiding Reed's gaze.Maybe it was also to break this somewhat sticky atmosphere, Calvin's lips parted slightly, and then Reed heard his soft whisper.

"I really don't want you to see this - it's kind of embarrassing, to be honest."

As the voice fell, Calvin took off all his shirts. He sat by Reed's bed and turned sideways in Reed's direction, so that the other party could clearly see the remaining scars on his body.

"damn it--"

After seeing clearly the wound on Calvin's body that was still in a horrific state, Reed let out a gloomy curse. He stretched out his hand uncontrollably, and touched Calvin's wound with his fingertips.

Calvin trembled slightly, but he didn't avoid the tracing of Reed's fingertips.

Reed slid vaguely along the nape of Calvin's neck to his waist, then his stiff wings.

A thick layer of black gel-like ointment covered Calvin's black and red staggered burns, and Reid smelled the smell of many drugs used to relieve pain.

Calvin's wound has very obvious traces of treatment from Fogg.It can be seen that his injury is gradually improving, but this cannot conceal the severity of his injury before this.

The ugly and hideous wound almost covered Calvin's entire left shoulder and back.His wings...the pair of wings with the whitest and softest feathers in the world were covered with a thick layer of bandages.

Just seeing the bandages gave Reed a palpitation.

He could barely breathe—

"You say it's 'not serious'?"

Reed said in a very cold, very calm voice.

Calvin shrugged.

"Compared to yours, of course." He was quickly met with an almost condemning look from Reed.He had to add: "It's not all bad, you know I've always felt bad about having a pair of wings before this, but when my feathers, I mean, the feathers on the damn wings got burnt Afterwards, I thought it was not bad compared to the pair of soft and fluffy bird wings I had before. Better than carrying a pair of roasted wings on your back that you can tear off and eat at any time."

"Ha ha."

Reed let out two dry laughs, full of perfunctory and protest.

"That's not funny, Calvin," he said.

"You're less cute too, Reed," Calvin replied.

His eyes were inadvertently intertwined with Reed again.

After all, Calvin backed down one step ahead of Reed.

"At least I'm still alive." He sighed, then stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Reed's still-unmovable foot, "The explosion was beyond my imagination, and those Fire...it still scares me to think about it now. You know, before this, I thought, as a member of modern human civilization, I had given up my fear of fire. But..."

So many days have passed, recalling what happened that day, the explosion, and the fire again, Calvin can still taste the fear hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

"I've never seen fire like that."

He murmured, not sure whether he was speaking to Reed or himself.

"The flames can ignite steel, they burn on fabric, wallpaper and those plastics, but I didn't think they could also ignite marble blocks on the ground and everything you can see... those flames... oh my god..."

Everything in the flames is distorted, and they seem to be carnival and dancing in the scorching air.The flames were so bright white that Calvin didn't even see the expected smoke.

All he saw was white light—white fire.

The explosion rained down the bricks in the emergency passage, and he carried Reed, but felt the steps under his feet soften like heated butter.

As for the few human shadows he occasionally saw under a glance, they burned even faster.Obviously one second, the man was running past Calvin with his face covered in blood, but in the next second his hair burst into flames with a whoosh.

That person is like a torch being lit, burning from the beginning.

"It must have been very hot in there and the guy must have gel on his hair."

Hearing Calvin's narration, Reed knocked on the back of the chair, and then commented.

"I don't know...maybe...I also saw a woman wearing a skirt, a retro-style tutu skirt, I always think women look beautiful in that kind of skirt. But just for a moment, her skirt It also burned, and in a blink of an eye the skirt was rolled up, wrapping the woman in it.

"Polyester fabric..."

Reed grumbled.

Calvin vaguely felt a strange unease because of Reed's steady and composed voice.

Of course, this unease did not appear this night. In fact, Calvin had vaguely felt something was wrong since a long time ago.

He watched Reed from a secret angle.

Compared with the first time they met, Reed became much more embarrassed, and the burn this time really consumed him a lot.

But this was not the reason why Calvin felt that Reed would occasionally become strange.

Reid was a little too indifferent.Calvin didn't want to admit it, but he had to face it - as the time spent together gradually increased, he had discovered that the mask worn on Reed's face seemed to be cracked.

From the very beginning, Reed appears calm, dependable, sexy... he has almost all the good qualities of a dream girl.

But now, the indescribable cruelty and cruelty inside his body have faintly revealed some traces.

Calvin remembered the frightening excitement and darkness that had come over Reed in dealing with the Grian affair.Calvin still felt pain because of the struggle of human nature, but in Reed, he only felt joy.

Calvin even had a feeling that if the person he wanted to kill was not Grian, but the completely innocent Casey, or any innocent person in the hotel, Reed would not have cared the slightest bit.

And as long as Reid is willing, he can easily find many reasons to prove that those people are shameful and damnable.

At this moment, Reed, who had been observing Calvin, frowned, and then he suddenly reached out and hugged Calvin who was trembling slightly.

"I shouldn't have passed out, I shouldn't have let you stay there and face it - I don't know how you did it. But I'm really glad I got the chance to sit here and have this conversation with you .”

Calvin stiffened for a moment, then his shoulders relaxed a little bit, and finally he let himself fall into Reed's arms.It might be a little weak, but he really needs to be close to Reed for a while like this.

Otherwise, he can't help but feel that what he is experiencing now is so illusory.

He shivered, then came back to his senses.

The idea that had slipped into his head seconds before had become so absurd and ludicrous, even a little vile.

The real sinner was himself, Calvin Holden, sinful angel of the sect of sin, coward and coward - and if it hadn't been for him, Reed would probably still be in his benign and comfortable college Live a life without any danger and pursuit on campus.

But now, he wants to put the hat of ruthlessness on Reed to assuage his guilt.

Calvin couldn't help but hugged Reed back, he hugged hard, and then he forced himself to focus on the experience of the previous explosion instead of those horrible cranky thoughts.

"And I really thought that we would die there." Calvin's voice suddenly lowered a little at this time, and Reed could clearly recognize the uncertainty in his tone, "Then I saw a boy , I'm not sure if it was my hallucination, but I did see him at the time."

Calvin felt Reed's body tense up.

A trace of doubt quickly slipped through his mind, but soon he was dragged into his own memories.

"He... is dressed in a weird way. It's like the kind that came out of a documentary in the last century. He wore that kind of shirt and shorts, and he looked very..."

Calvin paused, choosing words with some difficulty.

"Easy?" It was Reed who finally said it for him.

"Yeah, well, now that I'm telling you, I feel more and more that the boy was my hallucination, and if not, it's my adoptive father or God saving me in another way-I want to save me. Back to the little boy, I thought he was separated from his family in the fire, and then I sinned. When I recovered, I had followed the boy and left the fire. Of course , I was hurt, and so were you, but we got out anyway. For some reason, the flames seemed to avoid him, so we had a way out... By the way, the boy was cute, I even thought He's kind of like you."

"..."

Reed fell into a strange silence.

Calvin looked up uneasily, startled when he saw Reed's face clearly, because Reed's face looked terrible now.

"Are you sick?! Oh, yes, I shouldn't disturb your self-cultivation, you just woke up—"

"No, no, my body is fine." Reed blinked and said, his previous bad face disappeared in an instant, as if that terrible expression was just Calvin's hallucination.

"But what you just told me, the little boy, does sound like a ghost story. It's even a little scary, I'd say."

Reed just smiled at Calvin, and Calvin's eyes lingered on Reed's perfect smile for a moment.Instinctively, Calvin sensed that Reed disliked the little boy part of the escape story.

He never spoke to Reed about the little boy because of this.

……