[Comprehensive] Strategy game of self-delusion

lie.

Lihua heard her own voice in her heart, calm and calm.

She still looked directly at the other party's royal blue eyes. It was hard to imagine that a killer would have such a pair of eyes that were as pure as glass mirrors. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't know if he believed what she said.

Bell supported his head with one hand and sat up from the sofa, his eyes were once again covered by thick bangs, "Is that so?"

He stretched his hand forward and clasped her wrist, with a smile on his lips, "Even so, the prince is not happy."

"Before, I clearly promised to take good care of it."

Hearing this sentence, Li Hua couldn't help but retort, "You put it on for me when I was asleep, how could I promise to keep it safe?"

He leaned back weakly, the young man's thin back was pressed against the back of the sofa, he didn't let go of the strength on his wrist, the girl was led by him and staggered forward, getting closer to him, "You know."

He stated flatly.

What do you know? !Lihua was a little speechless, "Also, I searched for it many times, but I couldn't find the interface. How did you put it on?"

He turned his head, "Don't tell you, hehehe."

"...Still like a child, Bell." Lihua couldn't help sighing, the next second, an irresistible force came from the wrist that was originally held, her body leaned forward, and then her ankle lost strength , was led to sit on his lap.

The young man's chest was propped up with onion-like tender white fingers, so that she didn't fall into a worse situation.

It's just that it doesn't seem to be any better now. The hand that was holding her wrist has been removed, but the arm is wrapped around her waist, and the heat of the young man's body is transmitted to her skin through the thin clothes.

The air seems to have become hot and sweet.

Half of his face covered by thick bangs gradually approached, while Lihua withdrew her palm against her chest, as if Bell's heartbeat still lingered in the palm.

It's just that, if she didn't feel wrong, the heartbeat seemed to become faster during that period of time.

She inserted|inserted|inserted her fingers into the lower end of the golden bangs, and then lifted that piece of bangs, revealing the complete face of a young man. There should be some childishness that belonged to a teenager that has not been completely replaced, but the lines of the face have become clearer.

The snow-white complexion belonging to Europeans has turned pale under the cover of not being exposed to the sun all year round, so the pair of deep and magnificent eyes stand out even more.

Lihua looked at those eyes but showed a slight smile.

Sure enough, it was different from the previous appearance. The black in the center of the pupils seemed to diffuse into the original glass-like blue, becoming chaotic and dirty, and even seemed to diffuse a faint killing intent.

Fragments of golden hair scattered from between her, and were casually placed on the forehead. The dark color in his eyes became heavier, and he sneered, "Now, do you still look like a child?"

She said, "More like it."

Letting go of the hand holding Liu Hai, Lihua pinched the soft flesh on one side of his cheek, and said, "No matter what, it's not to the extent of showing killing intent, Senior Bell."

That's what she called him when they first met.

After being teased and annoyed a few times, he omitted 'Senior' and called him by his first name, but he kept calling Fran "Senior Fran", but after being heard, Bell and Squalo both mentioned objection.

Later, she was forcibly corrected to be "Fran". Therefore, the young illusionist always saw her with puffy cheeks several times, angrily more like the frog hat he was wearing on his head.

The young man's pale cheeks were flushed, which was the artificial traces that she pinched out.

But because there was only one side, it looked a little strange, she tentatively asked, "Why does Bell cover his eyes with bangs, is it just a hobby?"

"Hehehe who knows." He said, and then smiled morbidly, "The killing intent represents love, the uncontrollable killing intent is the uncontrollable love, doesn't it sound very romantic?"

The ending of the young man was very soft, and he pronounced the English letter with a standard pronunciation. His light-colored lips were slightly parted, and only the tender pink flesh could be seen, "Lihua Jiang."

It seems to be a reciprocal gift from "Senior Bell".

She asked rhetorically, "Is the killer romantic?"

After she said the words, she realized later that she didn't need to use interrogative sentences for this sentence. Both she and Bell had the identity of killers.

More properly, the Mafia.

She suddenly talked about the knowledge she had read in a book she didn't know. "For the mafia, kissing each other's hand means that they are willing to obey;

"Say, I want to kill you."

Finally, she asked, "Has Bell heard anything like that?"

After hearing what she said, Bell pulled his lower lip in boredom, "If you want to kiss your lips when you want to kill someone, then everyone in Balian is a kissing madman."

These words made people unable to refute, Li Hua fell silent.

While wandering in thought, another soft and dry thing touched her lips, she blinked her eyes, and the tip of her nose still felt a little itchy from being brushed lightly by the tip of his hair.

"If it's just a kiss, I'd be happy," he said.

Lihua raised her hand, and when it landed on his face, she had already lost all her strength, just sticking to it, "Rogue."

He turned his head dissatisfied, pressed his still dry lips against the edge of her palm, bit it lightly, and then let go of her hand, "Ah~, Lihuajiang is an idiot."

Then his arm passed through her ankle and hugged her, "Since you lost it, then wear another one, Lihua won't refuse, right?"

It seemed that there was no choice for her, Lihua hooked his slender neck, the young man looked down at her, but there was no other reaction.

Her fingers are not weak, as long as they are placed on his neck with force, there is a chance to kill him.

For a killer, that place is a restricted area that must not be approached.

If Lihua had reason to do so, she finally moved her hand away, put it on his shoulder, and rested her head on his chest, hearing the young man's heartbeat again.

It beats the heart and conveys it from the chest cavity to the ear canal, bringing a strange and reassuring feeling.

She slowly closed her eyes, [This is going to be difficult. 】

***

The first time I came to Bell's room, as he likes, black, white, and red, and most of the decorations in the room are composed of these colors.

Bringing a visual impact, it is inevitable that you will feel a little uncomfortable after watching it for a long time.

She was sitting by the bed with a pure black quilt under her hand. When the young man took out the velvet box from the cabinet, he saw the girl's posture and lowered his head, not knowing what to think about.

When we met these few times, I did notice some changes in her compared to before. The pure white soul that was not stained with blood when we met for the first time was now stained with blood and black.

It was as if someone had splashed ink and blood on a white paper, and it turned into a composition of his favorite colors.

He tightened his grip on the box, his fingers collapsed, his body seemed to be screaming with blood flowing, and even the way he walked became a little stiff, but the girl didn't look at him.

She maintained that posture, her snow-white feet were slightly sunken in the pure black quilt, her arms were wrapped around her knees, she seemed to have finally heard some movement, her head resting on her arms lifted, and her golden eyes seemed to be Soaked in stars.

Bell came to sit beside her, the box was opened by him, and the contents inside were sparsely dropped on the bed, several silver chains were intertwined, very obvious on the pure black fabric.

Lihua also saw it, her body froze, feeling a little tired, "Is there still so much?"

He giggled, "Because I thought that Li Hua would accidentally break it, I specially prepared a few more."

Although it should be an illusion, but it always feels that Bell's voice is especially aggravated when he speaks carelessly.

She moved her left leg forward, put her foot lightly on the young man's leg, and asked, "Or wear this ankle?"

It didn't sound like he was unhappy.

Bell held her calf, slender enough to wrap his hands around it, and he pulled out one of the tangled chains, which he made by himself, from the choice of raw materials to the engraving of the name.

Carving her name herself was one experience, but having it taped to her snow-white ankle was another.

In a relaxed and comfortable mood, he hummed a tune without words, and the ring on his hand ignited a flame, connecting the two ends of the anklet together, which was why there was no open interface.

The flame on the ring hadn't been extinguished yet, Li Hua put her finger into the flame, but there was no burning sensation, she looked up at him, "Can the flame of death air melt metal?"

He replied, "Prince hee hee hee can, but you can't."

The palm attached to her ankle moved from the bare skin and stopped when it reached her thigh, and Lihua stopped his hand from falling too.

She noticed the slight time gap and didn't speak.

But he spoke, and it was rare that he didn't use his characteristic slight tone, like a casual tone, "Grow up quickly, Lihua."

Lihua heard it, but felt that he was too serious.

She looked down at the chain that looked like a shackle, as if she saw another long chain connected to this room, locking her up.

The sound of text messages from the mobile phone broke the atmosphere between the two of them. Lihua took out her mobile phone. She thought it was from Tetsuya Kuroko, but it was from Tsunayoshi Sawada, [Lihua, can you come here now? 】

Lihua felt strange for a while, obviously she came to Balian from Sawada Tsunayoshi just now.

It's only been less than an hour, if there is something, why didn't you say it just now?

It should have happened temporarily, something related to her.

With doubts and inferences, Rika rushed to Sawada Tsunayoshi's office.

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