Chapter 2496: Punishing the World: Sick Dreamer (80)
"Are you sleepy? It's so late, let's rest first." Si Jin turned his eyes slightly, avoiding the dyed white line of sight, and turned off the lights in the room. The originally bright room fell into darkness again.
The moment when the lights were just turned off was the darkest.
"Come closer to me." Ranbai blinked briskly, and then said in the dark, "I feel at ease when I see you."
"Okay." Si Jin responded in a low tone, he leaned over and hugged Yanbai, softly, his voice sounded like a sigh: "Go to sleep."
Dye Bai hummed.
"Good night." Si Jin lightly kissed her forehead with the corners of his pale lips, with a tone so gentle that he seemed to be treating the world's most precious treasure, and inadvertently carried a bit of caution.
Ranbai was silent for a few seconds and said, "Good night."
About an hour later, Si Jin didn't move. He noticed that the person beside him seemed to be really asleep, so he lightly raised his left hand.
The white fingertips lightly depict the girl's delicate sleepy eyes, from the forehead to the long eyelashes and eyes...
"Abai..." His voice was lowered a lot in the darkness, his eyes looking at the girl were tender and obsessed, and there was paranoia and morbidity hidden in the deepest part, and he repeated it over and over again impatiently. The voice slowly became hoarse, "Abai..."
My Abbey.
His eyes are so gentle, so gentle that they are like an inextricable sadness, like a bottomless ocean of melancholy, with countless obscure and hazy emotions intertwined, with breathtaking colors and obsessions.
sorry.
I'm late.
sorry.
So accidentally forgot about you.
sorry.
When you just came to this strange world, it treated you with a scrutiny and a cold attitude.
sorry.
Did not recognize you at first sight.
Too much, too much, sorry, that beating heart was almost overwhelmed by countless guilt and self-blame, like a little bit, being stabbed by thousands of slender needles.
I didn't say it in front of the white face,
because he knew,
The girl he likes is so good, he won't blame him at all.
But that doesn't mean Si Jin doesn't blame himself.
Why can't I wake up a little more, why can't I recognize it earlier, why?
The self-loathing that rose silently from the bottom of my heart swallowed people like an abyss.
"In the future..." Si Jin approached very lightly, with a cautious attitude, like treating each fragile porcelain doll,
Without any desire, he gently and pure kissed the corner of the girl's lips, "You must be fine."
must.
Seeing the girl sleeping soundly, Si Jin slightly curled the corners of his lips, trying to show a smile, he got up slowly, pushed the door, and left the room without making a sound.
"Si..." Seeing Si Jin coming out, An Er was about to speak, but who would have said a word first, Si Jin had already silently shook his head.
The young man stood there, his slender pale fingers lightly pressed against his pale lips, and shook his head very lightly, his voice very low: "An'er, don't wake her up."
An'er is very smart. It was created by Si Jin. From the day he was born, everything obeyed Si Jin's instructions.
Si Jin slowly approached the basement step by step, and after watching the door closed, he leaned his back against the wall and barely supported himself.
He held down his still beating heart with one hand, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and the intense pain that almost swallowed him unscrupulously attacked. , bear the pain silently, and then show it slightly when you are alone.
The boy's snow-white teeth clenched his thin lips tightly, and he even bit out blood beads, but he didn't let go.
The dark red blood spilled from the corner of his lips, fragile and dangerous.
The consciousness is awake, but the body seems to keep sinking, sinking...
After the stinging pain passed, Si Jin raised his head slightly, looked at the light, blinked his long eyelashes lightly, and breathed out slightly.
He picked up the phone and just leaned against the wall, as if a dying drowning person was being pulled out of the deep sea, short of breath and difficult.
Even the fingertips that landed on the screen of the mobile phone were shaking uncontrollably, with a vague sense of powerlessness, and the temperature of the whole body was as cold as a frozen lake.
He clicked on a blank page and slowly typed out a line.
Si Jin: [Get me some medicine]
He was afraid that without the suppressant medicine, he would not be able to bear it and let that person notice the abnormality.
Just typing a line of words, Si Jin had already paused for a while, and then he typed on the keyboard: [Can restrain dreams and backlash]
Posting the last sentence, because of the pain, Si Jin pressed his fingers tightly on the phone, his phalanx was beautiful and clear, but at the moment it was white.
The ink-colored hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead, feeling a little uncomfortable.
The phone in his hand vibrated, and the message was returned from the other side.
sleep:【? ! ! 】
Immediately afterwards, several more lines popped up: [Fuck! what happened? ! 】
Changmian: [Si Jin, tell me what you have done? ! 】
Longmian: [Dream? ? ? rub, what are you doing?
Changmian: [Brother, it’s not enough for me to call you brother, don’t be joking! 】
Si Jin has no time or energy to say something to the person opposite. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain that went deep into his bone marrow, and slowly typed: [Don't talk nonsense]
Changmian: [...I give it, can I give it? 】
Changmian: [I didn't say, what's your situation? 】
A call came from the phone very quickly. Si Jin glanced at it and hung up. His breath was unsteady and a little chaotic. He just typed: [The fastest efficiency. Get it for me no matter what route you take. 】
Changmian: [Brother, you can't take this medicine indiscriminately... once every three days! Once every three days at most! This medicine also has side effects! 】
Si Jin lowered his eyes, glanced at it, and turned off the screen, without replying.
He was quiet for a while, but raised his eyes slightly, staring at the light without blinking. After a long time, his eyes were a little sore.
After he had almost adjusted his breath, Si Jin reached out and pulled his collar, and returned to the room with a calm expression.
He was afraid that when it was too late, that person would notice.
Before entering the room, Si Jin paused slightly, then turned his side too deep, and whispered to An Er, "Don't tell her about this."
Who is this 'she', An Er understands very well, after all, whether it is the whole villa or Si Jin himself, there is no way there will be another her.
Seeing An Er nodding, Si Jin lightly retracted his gaze.
the next day,
The curtains have been drawn, and the early morning sun shines in and falls on him, warm.
"Awake?" Si Jin looked at the person who had already sat up. His face was slightly pale, but he hooked up slightly. He sat up with one hand on his back and hugged the girl's waist from behind. There was nothing unusual. The white and beautiful jaw rested intimately on the girl's shoulders.
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The next plane... how about the cat demon? Want to see the cat keep a paw, guess who is the cat hhh
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