Inquisitor's Melancholy

The thinly dressed young man curled up and sat quietly in the corner. The weather had just rained, and it was cold everywhere. The February wind was like a cold blade, and it hurt slightly when it fell on the skin.

"Xian, have you waited long? Is it cold?"

The tall and handsome man walked up to the young man, took off his coat, gently put it on the young man's shoulders, bent down to tighten the collar, and asked gently.

The boy shook his head, and then his eyes fell on a trash can opposite, to be precise, on the flowers in the trash can, "Why are there flowers there?"

A delicate flower that does not match the surrounding environment.

"Because today is Valentine's Day, many people will buy flowers for the people they like, but the people they like don't accept it, so they throw it in the trash can."

The young man explained in a calm tone that he didn't know much about human beings, and the only things he knew were told to him by others.

"What a waste." The boy said regretfully.

"Does Xian like those flowers very much?"

"I don't know. When I was locked up, I couldn't see the flowers."

"But now I see it."

"Then...you like it, it's beautiful." The young man lowered his head, his originally pale face was now a little red.Seeing this, the corners of the man's lips curled up, "Xiang, wait for me."

As he spoke, the man ran towards the opposite trash can, took out the bouquet of flowers inside, and then ran back towards the boy.Slightly out of breath, he passed the bouquet in his hand towards the young man, "Here you are."

"I?"

"Yes."

The young man took the bouquet and carefully held it in his arms with a contented expression.

The person he likes is himself.

The little boy was lying on his arm. Because he had been locked up in the basement for too long, his complexion looked a little different from the pale white of normal people, but under the moonlight, it was as attractive as fine porcelain, with an attractive luster.

The man hesitated for a moment, then kissed gently, between the boy's eyebrows.

"Wow."

The long-term worry and fear made the young man tremble just because of this kiss, but compared to before, he has made some progress, at least he will not be easily awakened now.

The man took the opportunity to hug the boy without any gaps, feeling his cool temperature with his chest.

"Grow up quickly, my master."

"Valentine's Day? Hahaha, that's the festival of you humans, my lord, right? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with us sword men."

The man who claimed to be too old to wear a sweater because he was afraid of the cold was sitting under the eaves, holding a cup of tea and talking cheerfully.

"Really? Then Valentine's Day is just over, let's do things between lovers."

The young man back then has grown up, his complexion is still fair, but it is different from the previous blue and white, his facial features are wide open, handsome and thin, obviously a face that cannot be more serious and ascetic, yet he leans towards the man.

It's not that kind of passionate, but shallow, sticking out the tip of the tongue to lick lightly, from the corner of the lips to the lips and teeth, slowly tearing it down into the abdomen.

The tea in the man's hand fell to the ground because of this, and the sturdy cup rolled twice, the hot tea inside flowed down the wooden plank, and the crisp sound of water came out, covering up the beauty in front of the door.

"Is this still outside?"

Finally free, the man said reproachfully, his eyes reflecting the crescent moon were so bright that the man who was still hugging him swallowed, his voice was a little low and hoarse but still pleasant to hear: "Then let's go Inside, take your time."

The spring night is too long, enough.

(Traffic police: Stop! You are speeding! If you do this again, you will be fined!

oh……)

The next day, the man woke up with vague pains on his body. The gentle and dignified protagonist rarely showed such crazy behavior. He raised his hand and touched his neck, as if leaving marks.

Today is still a day to wear a long neck sweater.

Looking at the side of the bed again, the beautiful flowers are tied into a bunch and placed on the wooden board, which is delicate and charming.

The man smiled, picked it up and put it in his hand to smell it lightly.

It seems...not bad.

The author has something to say:

1. Borrow the setting of the text, but it has nothing to do with the text

2. The character ooc is not a man, but a male knife, and it is Sanriyue!

3. Li Xian is attacking, attacking, attacking.

4. If you don't like it, you can jump off the car. If you like it, we will go to the high speed next time.

5. Happy Valentine's Day (Happy whether you are single or not~)