No. 1833

Two o'clock in the morning.

Thick fog rose outside the window.

Outside the villa, under the streetlight, the bats did not disperse.

Lou Luo was sleeping soundly on the bed.

She was so deep that she didn't realize that the person who was hugging her to sleep had disappeared at this time.

The rose fragrance was very strong.

It seemed to be mixed with the smell of rust.

One of them turned into a child and knelt on one knee in front of Bo Yin: "The young master's game will start on the 10th, and there will be a fan meeting in Milan on the 8th. The wife has been added to the list."

Bo Yin lazily said "hmm" and spit out the blood bag in his mouth.

The child stood up and raised his head and said: "Why didn't the king let me turn into the young master's childhood appearance? In this way, the king doesn't need to explain it at that time. The queen's memory is gone, and the king can also create a section for her. After all, no human can accept that he is no longer a human. This is what the king said."

Bo Yin's pale and slender fingers clasped the black umbrella. Unlike during the day, there was no warmth in his eyes at this time. That was natural.

He smiled, with a hint of evil: "Only Jiu can't, that's our child."

"What about the memory?" The child puffed up his cheeks, he still didn't understand.

Bo Yin threw the blood bag into the trash can: "Even more can't."

"Why?" The child always killed people, humans were just food to them, not to mention human memory.

Bo Yin had a slender figure, and his black windbreaker fluttered in the wind: "Because I am in her memory, the fabricated memory is false."

The child understood a little, but he couldn't figure out why Wang loved a human so much.

He said before that it was because of body temperature.

It can be for resurrecting a human.

To awaken oneself.

It's definitely not just because of body temperature.

Bo Yin doesn't need to explain his feelings to anyone.

Blood clan.

It's always been like this.

What's more, he is not someone else, but Bo Yin.

If it weren't for the talisman of his Jiu Ye.

Perhaps, he would be the only one left in the world.

Now, she just lost her memory.

Clearly, she was under the streetlight the last second.

She appeared by the bed the next second.

This is also one of the abilities of the vampires, teleportation.

Such a man was willing to cover up everything for one person.

Bo Yin didn't know what human love was like.

As early as when she picked him up.

He didn't want to let this person go again.

Bo Yin quietly lay back on the bed and hugged her from behind.

I thought she was still talking.

But I heard a sentence in my ear: "It's so late, aren't you cold when you go out?"

Bo Yin paused, then pushed aside her long hair and smiled: "It's cold, when did you find out that I was missing?"

"Just now." Lou Luo looked over.

Bo Yin hugged her and lowered his voice: "I was afraid you were hungry, so I cooked noodles for you."

I thought it was just his excuse.

When Lou Luo was carried to the dining table with a thin blanket, there was indeed a bowl of noodles: "Braised?"

"You don't like it?" Bo Yin let her sit in his arms.

"No." Lou Luo was not used to such intimacy: "Why don't you sit across from me?"

"It's too cold across from me." Bo Yin handed her the chopsticks: "Try it?"

Lou Luo smiled faintly: "Don't you only know how to cook noodles?"

"Yes." Bo Yin put his chin on her shoulder and said casually: "If you want to eat something else, I can learn it."

Lou Luo's heart moved, and he lowered his eyes and took a sip of the soup: "No, this is good."