[Phantom of the Opera] Devil's Beauty

Realizing what she had done, Blanche was flustered for a while, wishing she could knock herself unconscious on Eric's body and escape from this embarrassing situation.But don't talk about getting dizzy, as long as she gets a little closer to him, she will be so nervous that her breathing will tremble.The light but bitter scent of perfume exuded from his neck. It was a towering tree covered in silver, which gave people a feeling of coldness, purity and tranquility, but she was blushing and her heart was beating violently because of this smell.

What to do, she really likes him.She liked his eyes, eyelashes, contours, Adam's apple, fingers, even an indifferent look, a fleeting smile, to the point of indescribable.She doesn't want to hide anymore, even if he refuses, she will tell him.

"Eric."

The light in the room was dim, and she saw his Adam's apple move slightly, but there was no response.

His noncommittal made her a little overwhelmed.But she couldn't control that much anymore, she could only temporarily clear her mind, took a deep breath, and said with a trembling voice: "I like you."

I thought that even if he didn't like her, he would politely refuse, but he paused for a few seconds, and just replied calmly: "You don't like me."

Bai Lanzhi didn't expect him to answer like this, and felt aggrieved: "You are not me, how do you know that I won't like you."

"Really." His tone was casual, "Then what do you like about me?"

"I like wherever you are."

"Is it."

She felt that something was wrong with him, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.His standing posture was tall and straight, his voice was deep and smooth, no different from usual; on the contrary, her cheeks were dizzy, and the corners of her eyes were bright red.If something is wrong, only she is wrong.

But although his tone before was also very cold, he would not be as irritable and impatient as he is now.He seems angry, why?

Could it be that her liking was spoken too casually, making him feel that she was a little frivolous and was playing with his feelings?That's right, how can someone just say "I like you" in a confession.Bai Lanzhi lowered her head and thought for a moment, raised her eyes, and asked seriously, "Eric, have you ever had a pet?"

She changed the subject too quickly, and he couldn't help frowning: "What?"

"The Duke once gave us a kitten, which is white, very small and soft, like a ball of fluffy cotton. It eats and drinks, and has special servants to take care of it. For the matter of being a pet, it is obviously better than me. They are more self-aware. It is said that cats are nocturnal animals, but at night, they consciously go into their dens to sleep, and occasionally come to let us play with them during the day, but as long as we have other things to do, they will leave immediately. It is abnormal Tame, even if a stranger approaches it, it will not struggle and resist. Godmother told me that cats are sensitive and timid, but this cat has lost this nature, but it is also more expensive.

"What I want to say is that I used to be no different from that cat. For me, day and night are just changes of light and dark. I don't know how to resist, and I don't know how big the world is. It's been a long time. During that time, I even felt that it was impossible for me to leave that manor in my life until I met you."

Originally, I just wanted to make the confession more solemn, but it brought back some memories that I didn't want to think about.Bai Lanzhi sniffed, wiped her tears with her sleeve, stepped forward, and held his hands: "From then on, I realized that day and night are so different, during the day, I will look forward to meeting you; In the dark night, I will look forward to the next day. The place where I can walk freely is no longer only the garden of the manor. I can walk beside you, walk behind you, and walk all over Paris. I want to walk past you. I have seen the scenery you have seen, and read the words you have read. You let me see a wider, more spectacular, and freer world. Without you, I am nothing. I like you, Eli Gram." She repeated, "I like you."

I thought that after the siege of the reporters, the unraveling of Swan Island, the side by side in the salon, and the kiss back during the tango, he would no longer have feelings for her, but would have some good feelings for her. There was no expression, just an understatement and asked back: "So?"

Although she was ready to be rejected and knew that she had no right to get angry, his overly weird attitude still made her a little angry: "So what?"

He suddenly grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and pulled her closer. Obviously, he only shortened the distance between the two of them, but she was suddenly surrounded by negative emotions such as gloomy, twisted, and irritable. Feeling out of breath.

"Walking through the countries I've been to," he smiled contemptuously, "Do you know where I've been?"

Since knowing him, he has always been a calm and rational scholar image in front of her.He is like an indifferent but gentle priest in a grand cathedral, teaching her how to understand herself and the world.So, she never thought that one day, he would talk to her so harshly and sharply, so she couldn't help being a little stunned.

"I've seen the scenery I've seen, read the words I've read..." He let go of her hand, untied two buttons irritably, with a mocking tone, "You don't want to know what I've seen .”

Her mind was blank, and she replied completely instinctively: "How do you know that I don't want to know?"

"Really?" he asked without any emotion. "What if I was a fugitive hunted by the whole country and traveled through so many countries because of my escape? If I had studied torture all day long and only watched What about the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood and the expression of the condemned prisoner who cannot beg for death? What if the words I read are all secret scandals among the nobles, in order to blackmail them and defraud huge fortunes..." He turned against the customer and forced her to In the corner, "If my world is dirty, despicable, and bloody, and far from being as beautiful as you imagined, would you still want to know what I have seen?"

He clasped her chin with his hand, rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, and said roughly, "I just said a few nice words casually, and you think I'm a good person. It's too much Be a little more naive."

Bai Lanzhi was a little frightened.

She stepped back unconsciously, leaning her back against the wall, and kept saying to herself: Calm down, calm down, he might just be lying to you, but after bumping into his suppressed gloomy distorted eyes, she realized belatedly, What he said was probably true.

No wonder he sees everything calmly, no wonder his financial resources are so amazing...

Behind him is not a superior and noble family background, but blood, bones and cruelty.

The person she wants to be close to may never have existed.

Blanche was so confused that she could hardly think.She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know where to refute.Obviously not long ago, she thought he was very charming no matter where he was, but now she felt that his appearance was so strange. Although his standing posture had not changed, his facial features were still the same as before, and the gloom and anger in his eyes had almost turned into reality, full of emotion. With a strong aggressiveness.

I don't know how long it has passed—maybe only a few seconds, but for Bai Lanzhi, it was an extremely chaotic period of time, as if he finally controlled the crazy and chaotic emotions, he let go of her chin, and restored her previous look. Calm and indifferent appearance.

"Blanzhi," his tone was light, as if he had never lost control, "I'm not worthy of your liking."

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Eric walked out of the room, took off the black leather gloves lined with his coat, and put them on his hands.

Almost, just a little bit, he couldn't help but grab the back of her head, leaned over and kissed her.Fortunately, he calmed down in time.She won't like him.

He knew exactly what she liked.What she likes is this complete surface, what she likes is his suppressed and twisted appearance of peace, and what she likes is his helping hand extended to her on a whim.

What she likes is not the real him.

He suddenly remembered a lunatic asylum he had visited in England with Daroja a few years ago.At that time, Britain had carried out some rectification and reforms on the madhouses, but there were still many private madhouses emerging one after another.They lowered the admission standards, accepted patients at a low price, placed patients in damp and cramped basements, and opened them to the outside world for tourists to come in and watch.

He has little sympathy, and if he does, it should be wiped out.All the tragedies in the madhouse did not arouse his emotion.He looked at it for a moment, and was about to turn around and leave, but Daroga grabbed him and motioned him to look around the corner.

A teenage girl in noble clothes is trying to communicate with a disfigured man locked in a cage.The girl looks as pure and beautiful as an angel, wearing layered long skirts and lace gloves.The man's mind had degenerated into that of a child, and he looked at her innocently.The girl sighed, took a small stick from the maid, and lightly touched the man's ugly cheek like teasing a cat or dog.

This seems to be a scene full of divine brilliance: in the dark and damp basement, surrounded by crazy patients, the ugly and terrifying man is in shackles, imprisoned in a cage like an animal, but the noble girl does not dislike his madness and Dirty, trying to get close to him, pity him.

However, when she stuck out the stick again, the man suddenly went mad and rushed towards her with a roar; fortunately, the cage was strong enough, the girl was not harmed, but she was terrified enough to hide in the maid's arms and burst into tears .

This is how things are in the world, no matter how beautifully the truth is whitewashed, there will be a day when it will be exposed.By then, she would either pity him or fear him, and he wanted neither.Instead of going to that step, it is better to cut off her Qi Nian now.

Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled yesterday's kiss.

Her lips are the fragrance he has never tasted in his life; her eyes are the affection he never dared to ask for.

She is so beautiful and kind and pure.

You shouldn't be with a monster like him.

The author has something to say: There should be another update (severe cold, maybe pigeons, but I will find time to replenish you if you pigeons)