In the dim room, moonlight poured in from the window, leaving silver shadows on the ground. The curtains fluttered without wind. A man with short blond hair sat on the windowsill with a sweet smile on his face.
He bent one leg and gently stroked the hair of the person in his arms who was breathless. The skin on the back of his hand was pale, and the knuckles were distinct. He tilted his head and sniffed the scent on his neck. A faint smile hung on his lips, as if he was whispering to his beloved lover, but the content of his words was extremely cruel, "You still smell so bad."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the tip of his thumb and mercilessly let go of her hand.
The man in a suit in his arms fell down, tilted his head and collapsed on the ground, revealing half of his handsome and deep profile. Scarlet blood flowed down his neck and soaked his collar.
"Ah... so boring." The blond man jumped out of the window, walked around the room, and stopped in front of a full-length mirror on the wall. He tilted his head and smiled at the mirror. His innocent face made him look like a sunny boy.
"Good evening."
The moonlight fell on the figure lying at the window. The fingertips on the side of the man's face moved slightly and contracted. His raven-black eyelashes trembled twice. His breath, which had been lost, gradually began to recover. Although it was very weak, it was real.
He opened his eyes, and there was a drowsy look in his obsidian eyes.
The blond man in front of the mirror over there seemed to have noticed something and turned his head. Then, he looked at the man who was supposed to be dead. He sat up against the wall by the window, covering the left side of his neck with his right hand. His eyes were indifferent, and his gaze swept around the room and stopped on him.
The blond man's face showed surprise, his smile disappeared, his eyes widened slightly, and the dark red color in his eyes had not faded due to sucking blood. After a few seconds, his expression changed to one of interest.
"You're awake?" He walked a few steps to the man, "You're awake."
System 1527 sat on the ground with legs bent, his palms covering his neck, and exhaled gently. When he woke up, his neck hurt.
His palms felt the sticky touch of blood, he looked at the man in front of him, received the information transmitted by the partner system 067, skipped the useless messages, and understood the current situation.
His name is Lan Sui, and he is the housekeeper here.
If an uninformed person heard the blond man saying such words in a surprised tone, they would never have thought that the person who killed "him" was the seemingly innocent man in front of them - Cheng Jing.
He did not answer Cheng Jing's question immediately, and Cheng Jing started the next step.
"Baby, did you miss me?" Cheng Jing reached out and wanted to hug him.
But his action stopped halfway.
The long legs of the man across from him were on his chest, preventing them from closing the distance.
"You bite it really hard..." He said, his voice cold and hoarse with an elegant texture, "This is different from what we agreed on."
Cheng Jing's face was not looking good, he looked down at the leg with an insulted expression, as if he wanted to tear his leg off.
Faintly, I felt that there was something different about Lan Sui in front of me.
Lan Sui even crushed him for a bit before retracting his leg as if nothing had happened, leaving a footprint on his white shirt.
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The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]
General FictionRAW: 《主角只想谈恋爱》 Copywriter: Although the beautiful, strong and tragic protagonists are the chosen ones, they have a tragic fate. They have suffered humiliation, betrayal and abuse, which tempers their character and allows them to grow tenaciously. ...