The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

"Sorry, Qing bandit, are you okay?" Lu Qing bandit leaned over the table and coughed loudly, a faint pink appeared on his originally pale face, Fu Yige patted his back lightly, and handed him a tissue.

The wound on the finger is almost gone, but the feeling of being sucked just now still remains on the fingertips, which are numb, painful and itchy.It was as if a cluster of thin small flames were ignited, slowly burning up from the fingertips, and burning all the way to his heart.

This is the fire on the Qing bandits, and it is now spreading towards him unstoppably.

Lu Qingban held his throat and shook his head slowly, rejecting the tissue he handed over.Fu Yige rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the body under his hands trembling slightly.

Qing Bandit's hair is soft and black, and his skin is too cold and white. The whole person looks a bit plain, like pale and delicate drawing paper that has not been painted.Only the cheeks were covered with a faint layer of crabapple powder, like a heartless and ruthless ghost in an ancient book who drank a mouthful of human blood, and immediately his mouth was stained red, his cheeks turned red, and a skin-skinned bird protruded from the faded pages. The creamy wrist came, dancing a piece of beauty skin lively and fragrant, trying to use that beautiful skin to win people's hearts.

This person usually looks cool and inaccessible, and he is dressed in monotonous black, white and cool colors.But Fu Yige thinks that he goes well with red, like vermilion fat, like madder red.He is a painter, and a qualified painter can tell at a glance what color is suitable for a person in a painting.

Qing bandits are suitable for bright red, which is a poisonous red that has not been exaggerated.

Fu Yige gently pinched Lu Qingban's fair and slender neck, feeling the coldness and delicateness of his skin, but it was too fragile and delicate.People can't help but want to hold it in their hands and play with it carefully, but they can't help but want to cut his cold and smooth skin with a sharp knife, listen to his soft moans suppressing the pain, follow his delicate muscle texture, Completely broke his ice shell to protect himself, then covered his wound with a soft tongue, and then gave him warm comfort.

Kill him, then kiss him.

He was fit to be imprisoned, murdered in a long-planned way.The delicate insteps were forced to be entangled with thorny branches, and the tender soles of the feet were pierced with bleeding holes. Every step was trembling, and a lock without a key was placed on the white neck, and blood flowed from the bitten lip, dyeing that lip red Bright lip balm.I can only be the white bird with its wings broken in the palm of a person, the little beast with its legs broken, its beautiful fur is stained with spots of red, and it screams mournfully, obviously with the ambition to soar into the sky, but Imprisoned in a golden cage, unable to move an inch.Singing sad and sad songs all the time, waiting in the boundless coldness and silence, begging the assailant outside the golden cage to give him a warm, bloody kiss.

The waiter knocked on the door outside, asking if any help was needed.Lu Qing bandit barely stood up, coughed twice, and went to the bathroom.The ice-cold water splashed on his face, and Lu Qingban looked into the mirror and licked the corner of his mouth that he had bitten off just now, and tapped his slightly swollen palate with the tip of his tongue.The corners of his mouth were pursed, and his face returned to a clear and cold look.

When he came back, the messy tabletop and ground had returned to normal, but there was still more than half of the food on the tabletop, but neither of them had any intention of moving their chopsticks.The atmosphere became dull again for a while.

Fu Yige stood up, smiled gently at Lu Qing bandit and said, "Did you bring a driver with you this trip?"

"No." The bandit Lu Qing replied.Of course, there is or there is no.

"It's getting late, then I'll take you back." Fu Yige came over and rubbed his head.

The season is already early autumn, and the cool night is just right. In the windy autumn, I want to make people fall in love. At this time, it is too cold for one person, and a group of people is too hot and noisy. It is best for two people to nest together to keep warm. The temperature is just right. .

Lu Qingbandit grabbed his mobile phone and sent a text message to the driver who was still waiting outside the restaurant, asking him to drive the car home by himself.Then I used the mobile phone screen to peek at Fu Yige's driving hand.

Fu Yige's hands are also good-looking when driving. The black steering wheel is held just right, and even the diameter is deliberately bent, as if it was tailor-made for that person. The joints in the middle are slightly bent. There is a shallow wound on it, which was left when I peeled the shrimp for him just now.

Looking at the wound, Lu Qingfan thought of the taste of Fu Yige's hand again.

Very fresh, a little salty, tastes like lobster meat without chili in the seasoning, and the taste is smooth, refreshing and not greasy.It was delicious.

It's over, he wants to eat Fu Yige's hand again.But he couldn't eat it, so he could only go back and eat a few lobsters for supper.If there is no lobster, chicken feet are also fine.

The radio was turned on in the car, and it was an unknown song.Lu Qinggui fell asleep comfortably amidst the hoarse roar of the bass in the song, which sounded like the end of the world.

Seeing that he was asleep, Fu Yige turned off the music and slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

The lights in the car were not turned on, only the faint light of street lamps shone in from outside.On the side road, a car passed by, making a sharp whistling sound.

He turned to look at the person next to him.Lu Qingban slept soundly, his slender eyelashes covered the eye-catching mole of tears.The side face leaned against the pillow, and because of the posture, several red marks were pressed on the pale skin.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the red marks on Lu Qinggai's face. At first, he was gentle and gentle, as if he was treating a hollowed-out agate vase inlaid with jade.But soon, his actions became violent, almost scratching the red marks with his fingernails, barbs seemed to grow out on those thin white and beautiful fingers like a wolf's tongue, again and again, The piece of skin and even the flesh of the belt were almost torn off.

Swallow it into the stomach, leaving nothing behind.

"teacher?"

Bandit Lu Qing opened his eyes bewilderedly, and called him.

He felt a little pained by Fu Yige, sobbed softly uncomfortably, and twisted his body to escape.But Fu Yige's other hand covered the back of his head, compulsively restraining all his struggles, almost pressing his face into his own hands, until the small piece of skin was rubbed red , the color turned into a bright crimson like a peony core before he stopped.

Lu Qinggui woke up completely, his eyes widened in surprise, feeling a thin layer of sweat covering his back, he just felt as if he had just experienced a fierce life-and-death struggle.And he was like a rabbit caught by the back of the neck by a wolf, powerless to fight back, letting others slaughter him.

"What, did you have a nightmare?"

The lights in the car were turned on, Fu Yige leaned over from the side and asked with concern.The bright light fell through the eyelids and glowed a red light.Lu Qingban blinked subconsciously, and couldn't help crying because of the sudden stimulation of the bright light.

"No, it's okay. It's probably just a nightmare. It made the teacher worry." Lu Qing said.

"Don't be afraid, dreams are deceiving." Fu Yige looked sideways at the people around him and smiled softly.

"Why did you cry twice for the bandit tonight in just one meal?" He moved closer, stretched out his hand from the driver's seat, and wiped the moisture from the corners of Lu Qing bandit's eyes slowly and gently .

"Don't let yourself cry casually, people who care about you will feel distressed. And the more beautiful the person, the less you can cry. If you are seen crying, I don't know how many hearts will be broken."

The author has something to say: In fact, Xiao Fu also wants to eat Xiao Qing bandits~