Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Good night." Qing Huan turned off the bedside lamp, said this to M who was lying beside her, and then lay down to sleep in peace.

The room was so quiet that the ticking of the clock on the wall could be heard, the white moonlight spilled in through the cracks in the curtains, and there was a piece of silver frost in front of the bed.

M turned around, even in the dark, his eyesight could still see everything around him clearly.

Perhaps the boy was really too tired, and fell asleep soon after touching the bed.His breathing was shallow, but he was clearly asleep.

M looked at his face, and through this face, what he saw was the boy's original face—from a human point of view, of course, the original face was more beautiful, but to him, beauty and ugliness were just It's just a skin, he's more interested in the part under the skin...

For thousands of years, Qing Huan was the only person who made him interested from the inside out. At first, he was interested in the deliciousness of his soul, then he wanted to study what kind of person he was, and finally I want to know everything about him, including those he hides in his heart...

If you ask M now if he still wants to devour Qing Huan's soul, then he does have a desire for him, but this desire is different from the desire that devours the soul...

M also didn't understand this kind of desire at the beginning. He chose to stay away from Qing Huan before he was unsure, because he needed time to figure it out - he really didn't like the feeling that his thoughts and emotions were controlled... Later He started this role-playing game to learn how to be a human being, communicate with all kinds of human beings, and ignore the non-human factors in his body—one day he suddenly realized that his desire for Qing Huan might be...

"Mr. Bai, you are so delicious, but I don't want to swallow it in one gulp..." M stroked Qing Huan's cheek lightly with his fingers, and whispered, "Tell me, how should I eat it..."

If Qing Huan was awake at this time, she would have kicked M out of bed absolutely subconsciously.

M propped his head, lying on his side, his silver-gray eyes staring intently at the sleeping Qing Huan——

Suddenly, M's pupils shrank - because at that moment he seemed to see a layer of white light covering Qing Huan's body. M was startled, and sat up, and sure enough, she saw a soft white light covering Qing Huan's body, and it flickered on and off...

"Hmm..." And Qing Huan, who was sleeping, also frowned and babbled, very unsteady.

"Mr. Bai...Mr. Bai...Mr. Bai, wake up..." M tried to wake Qinghuan up, but failed.

Being trapped by a nightmare is a very scary thing, because if you are not careful, you may...

M looked down, took Qing Huan's hand, intertwined his fingers, and then closed his eyes——

M fell into Qing Huan's dream—it was a white world, full of mist, and he couldn't see the way ahead. M walked forward with Qing Huan in his mouth: "Mr. Bai, where are you? Mr. Bai? ..."

Suddenly, a hand took M's hand from behind, without warning—it was impossible in reality to be able to approach M so silently, but...

"It's me." The soft voice was very familiar, it was Bai Qinghuan.

Hearing Bai Qinghuan's voice, M felt relieved: "Mr. Bai, you..."

"Come with me." After Qing Huan finished speaking to M, she pulled him forward, his footsteps were firm, as if he was very familiar with this place.

His hands are slightly cool, slender and slender, with smooth skin...

M's mind was pulled back, and he saw the fog dissipating ahead and the gradually clear scenery...

It turned out that there was green grass under their feet, surrounded by flowers and fragrance, and not far away was a emerald green lake with swans playing in the water and elk playing by the lake, which was really harmonious.

Look at Qing Huan again - he has returned to his original appearance, but he in the dream and the real him are unwilling - in the dream he has waist-length love threads tied behind his head, and he is wearing a plain white robe , elegant and dusty, like a fairy.

Qing Huan turned around and looked at M with a smile: "Why are you here?"

When he laughed, his eyes were so gentle that they could drip water, but his tone was a little coquettish—this is a side of M that I have never seen...

"Mr. Bai, you are having a nightmare, I will take you out." M said to Qing Huan.

"Why do you want to go out? It's pretty good here..." Qing Huan frowned delicately, with obvious reluctance on her face, but she looked a bit like a child.

"Mr. Bai, everything in the dream is false..."

"But I like it here..." Qing Huan stepped forward and hugged M's waist, and looked up at him: "M, can you stay with me?" It seems that if M refuses, he will cry the next moment generally.

"Mr. Bai, you are now controlled by a dream, you are insane, you..." M suddenly changed his face, because Qing Huan's hand slipped into his shirt, and at the same time, he saw the exquisite beauty from Qing Huan's open neckline. His clavicle and tender chest are like his favorite milk pudding...

"M, you stay with me, let's...do some happy things together..." Qing Huan pushed M to the ground, lying on top of him, the collar of his white robe loosened even more , revealing her white and attractive shoulders—bent one leg, and placed it between M’s legs—

"Mr. Bai," M narrowed his eyes, "do you know what you're doing?"

"Do... what we both like..." Qing Huan lowered her head, kissed M's cold thin lips, and knocked on the door with her red tongue...

Anyone who encounters such a stunner's psychological defense will collapse, not to mention, the person in front of him is still...

M is originally a member of the dark race, he has no humanity, let alone the restraint of the gods, he knows desire and enjoys desire, depravity is the instinct of the body...

however……

When Qing Huan put her hand on the belt around his waist and tried to untie it, M's hand stopped him in time, and turned over in the next moment, forcing Qing Huan to be pressed under her body—the long black hair The hair is scattered on the snow-white body, the eyes are water-colored, and the face is full of spring. Because of M's unexpected action, Qing Huan's expression is still a little shocked and hurt, which can stimulate people's desire even more, let alone indulgence and recklessness. magic...

"M..." Qing Huan blinked and looked at him puzzled.

M's slender fingers clasped Qing Huan's slender chin, his gaze was completely different from the usual cynicism: "Who are you?"

"M, I'm Bai Qinghuan... Can't you bear to recognize me?"

"You're not him, or you're not the one I know." M was able to let him approach because his senses told him that this person was Bai Qinghuan, but...his behavior was not someone he knew. That Bai Qinghuan.

"M, don't you like me?" Qing Huan's empty hand rubbed against his body restlessly: "I can feel...your body...likes me...it...is it up? Why...why do you suppress your desire...hug me, kiss me...have sex with me, okay..."

The corner of M's lips curled up, revealing a wicked smile: "I can relax my desire, but it depends on who it is... who are you? Why are you in his dream?" M's hands tightened mercilessly , Seeing the painful expression on Qing Huan's face, he didn't let go.

His face was pale, and he slowly closed his eyes, the next moment he disappeared from under M's body...

M concentrated, got up from the grass, turned around and saw "Qing Huan" standing there for a long time.

"Tell me, who are you?"

"Me?" He smiled at M, his eyes full of charm: "I am also a part of him, but a part that has been suppressed all the time, that is... his desire itself."

"You are just a desire, why can you take shape?"

"It was he who released me...I have been suppressed by him for thousands of years, and I should come out." His red tongue licked his lips: "He wanted to destroy me, but he didn't expect him to move again. If you are in love, you will fall short, haha."

"I don't care about you," M sneered, "Where is he now?"

"I thought you would be more interesting, but I didn't expect that it would be the same as soon as I touched him..." He brushed his long hair together: "What's so good about him? Why do you all like him? Why can he have everything...Since If he chooses to give up, then it will be mine... Anyway, I don't think too much..."

"What do you mean?"

"You are an exception, so just give it to him. As for those that should be mine... I'm not polite." He smiled and said, "Look at him carefully, don't come to spoil my good deeds. Goodbye... Although I Hope we don't see each other again, but we should see each other again."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared. M's eyes were once again shrouded in white mist.

When M woke up, Qing Huan also woke up.

"How is it, Mr. Bai?" M asked Qing Huan.

"I... what's wrong with me?" Qing Huan was a little confused.

"You have a nightmare."

"Nightmare..." Qing Huan murmured, "I dreamed that there was such a thick fog that I couldn't get out, it was so scary..."

M smiled slightly: "It's okay, it's just a dream, it'll be fine when you wake up."

"Eh?" Qing Huan exclaimed suddenly.

"what happened?"

"My neck..." Qing Huan touched her own neck with her hand: "It hurts so much...it's like being pinched..."

M turned on the light and saw that there was indeed a reddish-purple mark on Qing Huan's neck, and M thought—isn't it just that she was in a dream...

"What's wrong..." Qing Huan frowned and said, "I didn't have any before going to bed..."

M rarely coughed a little guilty; "Maybe your posture is wrong when you sleep..."

"No way... Hey, why don't you pinch my neck while I'm sleeping?"

"how come……"