Yu Chu was still a little confused.
In the darkness, there were exclamations from all around. People hurriedly got up to check, and in the sudden darkness, they were in a hurry, and there was the sound of wine bowls falling and breaking.
But their small corner seemed to be isolated from the world, quiet and silent.
Only the slightly hot and fragrant breath is close at hand, the lips are thin and soft, and the grinding and tossing makes people dizzy.
Yu Chu was startled.
The man's lips pressed against her, and his breath was the coldness that once frightened her, as cold as a frozen lake.
His hands were still cold, only his thin lips seemed to have a gentle temperature as they were being gently rubbed.
The brain was a mess, the girl supported his shoulders in a daze, and said softly: "Many people..."
"I can't see you." The man said softly.
His voice is also the same as before, like the melodious tinkling of ice springs, but it feels cold to the bones.
Forever indifferent, always calm.
While speaking, she rubbed lightly, her lips were slightly crispy, and the girl hugged each other blankly, without making a sound for several seconds.
Then, she suddenly hummed in a low voice, and hugged him tightly in silence.
There were faintly scalding drops of water submerged in the collar.
The teardrops were too sudden, even as the main god, Feng Qing was slightly taken aback when he was used to seeing scenes.
He raised his arms to hug her, with a rare dazed expression, and carefully lowered his cold tone, "... What's the matter? Are you afraid of the dark?"
Just as the pale and slender hand was raised, the girl grabbed and pressed it down again. She hugged him in a daze, rubbing her cheek against the boy's neck, like a child.
Is a little drunk.
The Lord God complacently bent down and let her hold her.
Yu Chu hugged him tightly and continued to dawdle, the tip of his nose brushed against the young man's neck, the sexy and beautiful curvature of his Adam's apple.
He lowered his eyes, his eyes were flat.
"Don't turn on the light?" he asked softly.
"No." The girl rubbed her eyes, "My eyes are red... I don't want to open them."
The boy's hands were slightly stiff.
He gently hugged the girl's waist, his expression was cold in the dark, his purple pupils flashed faintly, and his voice was soft: "Don't be afraid. I will be here from now on."
The person in his arms hugged and dawdled for a while, but shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "You're lying."
Her voice is soft, still like the well-behaved little girl from before. He never bothered him, and took care of everything by himself, staying far away from him.
"Actually, we're going to be separated soon, aren't we?" she asked in a low voice.
The young man was slightly startled, looking at her silently.
The darkness didn't affect his vision, and the girl in front of him had teardrops on her eyelashes, but she didn't cry.
That's just the way she is.
Zitong narrowed her eyes slightly, and the young man stroked her face with his pale fingertips, and gently stroked the broken hair behind her ears.
The girl continued: "So many planes are together, I think you like me, but getting along with you now is still a bit..."
Her soft voice, close at hand, close to the Lord God's white earlobe, seemed blank and indifferent: "Looking at you, I'm still afraid... I need to remind you that you like me so that you can act like a lover."
The boy's expression was calm, his eyes were quietly staring at her, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips were pursed.
"But there are too many reminders. It's not like a reminder, but a hypnosis." The girl pursed her lips with a distressed and confused expression, "I don't know..."
The Lord God looked at her calmly.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his earlobe brushed the corner of her lips, and his eyelashes covered his expression. "Isn't it real?"
His eyes darkened slightly.
Then let it be real.