The long steps are long, full of pink and white beauty tears.

The sea swayed, brushing up the black jade hair.

The side halls in the middle of the night are deserted, and the pale Pearl Palace lamps glow in the sea.

The girl was barefoot in a pure white nightdress, carrying the teenager step by step up the stairs, dressed in a bleak flower.

"Ling ......"

He wrapped his arms around her, his robe clinging to Manju Sawa and his black hair running down his shoulders.

A name muttered between her thin lips.

Qianling turned her head, and the itching in her ears was the young man's soft hair, and the quiet and beautiful sleeping face under the hair was peach-colored.

Like a fragile and harmless little white rabbit.

"Stupid......" she rubbed his cheek lightly, "almost eaten by a mermaid, do you know?"

His long eyelashes moved, and he instinctively tightened around her, and his long fluffy hair scattered on his body, stained with falling beautiful tears.

Her gaze touched his brow little by little, and the surrounding was quiet, and the light of the pearl outlined the outline of the young man's sleep.

Suddenly his voice was dumb.

"Satsuki ......"

"Am I ...... Spoiled your good deeds?"

He slept peacefully, his shallow breathing was light.

She slowly lowered her head and turned her face away, put his hands on his back, and continued to walk forward with difficulty.

Falling flowers are flying, glazed tiles are shining in the sky, and it is not clear in the dark sea.

A soft warm storage suddenly pressed against the earlobe, and the warm breath brought an itchy touch.

Qianling stiffened, turned her head slowly, and looked into a pair of red and misty eyes.

Lan Yue opened her eyes at some point, and her beautiful and deep eyes bloomed with bewitching flowers, staring at her.

His long, thin eyelashes fanned, a strand of black hair falling down his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned closer to her, another soft kiss on his cheek.

Qianling was sluggish, petrified.

But he laughed softly, so pure and beautiful, and his beautiful eyes were bright and happy, like a child who has received cherished candy.

Qianling's cheeks were hot, her heart twitched, her feet stumbled on the steps, and the two of them planted on the ground together.

"Little, little moon!"

Eating pain and getting up, she looked at the hard steps, hurriedly leaned up and touched his head: "Did you fall? I'm sorry, I ...... it."

Lan Yue's long hair was scattered on the steps full of beautiful tears, and she didn't seem to have come back to her senses, she looked at her for a while, slowly and naturally arched into her arms, and closed her eyes sleepily.

Qianling was stunned, watching him rub into her arms like a kitten, and slowly reached out to hug him and rubbed his forehead.

Although, Satsuki has always been coquettish and clingy when she is drunk, but today I always feel ......

Coupled with the dishonest behavior on the back,

Suddenly, an unbelievable possibility came to mind.

"What did you eat?" she cupped his face and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but raise her voice in a hurry, "What did she give you!"

He looked at her fierce face and was stunned, frowning slightly, struggling and refusing to cooperate.

Qianling ignored his struggle and held his face, carefully looked at the puffy cheeks, hazy eyes, and became more and more sure of the thoughts in his heart.

No wonder he suddenly let go of Wuxin and allowed him to come to her, simply using Wuxin to drag her down, so as to take the opportunity to send someone to Xiaoyue to the banquet! Tonight is a conspiracy that has been planned a long time ago!

That scheming fish!

If she hadn't found her tonight, I'm afraid she would have succeeded!

Qianling was so angry that she gritted her teeth, and she could only send a fire to the confused guy in front of her: "Let you drink! Every time you quarrel, you run to drink! You dare to drink the wine of that queen knowing that she has bad intentions!"

Fortunately, the onset of the drug effect was relatively slow, and at first it should have been just a coma and dragged to the dormitory.

A blessing in misfortune.

Lan Yue looked at her and scolded him fiercely, her eyelashes trembled, she looked a little helpless, and she wanted to rub into her arms as if she compromised, but she was pushed out by people again and again.

"It's useless to be coquettish. Qianling didn't fight in one place, don't look away from his pitiful appearance.

Every time you get drunk, you are coquettish, where is there still a little bit of the usual cold and cool look?

In the past, when a child looked like a cold and mature adult, now that he is an adult, he looks more and more like a child.

"Ling ......" fingers held the corners of her clothes, a little helpless and a little begging.

"Are you wrong? Do you dare to drink?" she pulled the corner of her shirt back.

“…… Ling ......"

"Don't call me if you don't admit your mistake. ”

After a while, his hand slowly retracted, and there was no movement.

The night is deep, the light and shadow of the deep sea are intertwined, and the ethereal pink and white beauty tears cover the entire side hall, like cherry blossom rain falling on the front steps of the hall, and the two of them are alone.

The subtle sound of breathing is slightly disturbed.

Qianling was still sullen, and looked at it and was stunned.

The flowers rained, and the boy sat down on the steps, his slightly messy black hair spreading down his waist to the ground, and a few strands of hair wrapped around his pink cheeks.

He lowered his head, his pale and thin lips trembled slightly, his breathing was disordered and burning, and he tore open his neckline a little by little, revealing the thin collarbone and half of the fair and delicate skin on his chest.

Qianling looked at it, felt that his nose was hot again, and saw that he still wanted to continue to pull down, so he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his hand:

"Xiao, Xiaoyue, wait a minute! I'll go find you hangover grass......!

The wrist was held tightly.

Lan Yue looked at her, her long hair blowing up with the water, and her scarlet eyes were blurred in the light of the deep sea.

She looked at him with a slightly stunned look, and coaxed softly:

"Good Xiaoyue, I'll be back soon, I won't be uncomfortable soon, I won't be uncomfortable soon. ”

Before she could stand up, the pitch-black membrane wings opened for a moment, obscuring her vision like night.

Suddenly, a pair of hands threw herself on the cold steps, and the colorful fallen flowers scattered, and the shattered petals stained her cheeks.

The pitch-black wings stretched to the extreme, and the heavy coercion carried the aura of danger head-on.

Qianling was stunned, her hands were clasped, and she stared blankly at his scarlet and blazing eyes, the vertical pupils trembling slightly, like the most dangerous and demonic creature under the magma abyss.

"Xiao, Xiaoyue......" Qianling squirmed her lips and spoke, but she heard her voice trembling.

He was docile for so long that she forgot.

Forget that it's never sheep around you.

He's a jackal, a tiger and a leopard, the most dangerous predator at the top of the food chain, but he never shows his edge to her.

"Don't call me that. ”

A hint of annoyance flashed through his scarlet eyes, and he slowly leaned down to her, his long black hair pouring down his shoulders, like a long waterfall dyed with fallen flowers.

"Satsuki!" Qianling couldn't move, and shouted in a trembling voice, as if trying to regain his senses.

This person is not like her Satsuki.

He was always cold, but gentle, and the most excesses he ever did was accidentally cut her finger with the wind, but he was annoyed for a long time.

"Don't call me that!" a low, angry growl rang in his ears.

Lan Yue's scarlet eyes were thick and bright, locked tightly on her, her eyes were deep and hazy, struggling and painful, and there was a trace of self-abandonment.

"I'm not a kid......"

Pale fingers stretched out their pitch-black claws, gently caressing her cheeks.

Qianling looked at him blankly, unable to make a sound.

He stared at her, his eyes trembling slightly, and his hoarse voice was so sad:

"Never. ”

Long hair poured, flowers fell like rain, and stretched black wings stood in the sky full of colors.

The soft hot kiss pressed against the upper lip, the long hair poured around the pure white corners, his eyebrows had never been so clear in the staggered light and shadow, and the outstretched hands of his fingers and claws clasped her wrists.

Crushed, tossed and turned, his kiss was blazing hot, but it was bitter like a child's fragile and unwilling revenge.

In the middle of the night, the tears of the pink and white beauties were silent like rain and mist, covering the steps.

Qianling slumped on the colorful steps, her eyelashes trembled, her dull gaze staring at his beautiful face under the lamp of the Pearl Palace, allowing the oxygen to be sucked and squeezed dry little by little, and the wanton aroma of wine spreading between her lips carried her most familiar breath.

Until a subtle pain comes from the lips.

He was biting her.

Like a tantrum puppy.

Qianling blinked, as if he had suddenly woken up, and suddenly the strength came from nowhere, and he dragged him down, lifted his legs, turned over, and pressed him up!

The stretched black wings overturned in an instant.

Lan Yue fell on the steps, her long hair scattered, her outstretched wings fluttered but couldn't break free, she looked at her with a slight pant, and there was still a little blood on her lips.

Qianling pressed on him, wiped his mouth in surprise, and his fingers were indeed stained with blood.

"You ......" she looked at him ashamed and angry, panting for a long time and holding back a sentence, "Are you a dog?"

He looked at her, his scarlet eyes hazy, his lips gasping slightly.

"Why are you staring at me?" Qianling stretched out her hand and pointed at him, "You stare again......?"

His long fluffy hair spread out between the petals, and he raised his pale neck and kissed her fingertips gently, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

The soft touch is like electricity spreading from the fingertips, all the way to the heart and brain.

Qianling froze.

There was hair scattered on his cheeks, his blurry eyes were full of wine, his half-drooping eyelashes covered half of the surging emotions at the bottom of his eyes, and he only stared at her silently, unwilling and aggrieved.

Qianling heard a string burst in her head.

The night is silent.

The pink and white tears of beauty float down from the branches, covering the steps layer by layer, like flying flowers in spring, and like snow in winter, overlapping the overturned figures.

In the rain of flowers, a pair of hands held the young man's white and slightly red cheeks.

She bowed her head and kissed him, and after a jerky and careful temptation, it was a gentle touch, as if holding the most precious and beloved treasure, afraid of breaking him and breaking him.

The thin and soft lips carried the sweetness of wine and a hint of blood, and his long eyelashes slowly drooped, covering the bottom of his hazy and confused eyes.

Hands slowly climbed up to her neck, and she responded awkwardly, and the black wings hanging behind her lifted, entangled around her body, as if a black cocoon sealed the two of them.

A petal of pink and white flowers fell on the long hair like ink.

Oxygen is gone.

She opened her eyes and looked into the deep eyes of the boy.

There are emotions that are greater than the ocean.

She froze, looked at his face, trembled as if she realized what she had done, screamed and crawled into the wilderness.

The pale hand was stretched out in the air, but after all, he failed to grasp a corner of his clothes.

The outstretched black wings slowly drooped like sunken sails.

A low voice drifted through the sea and the falling flowers, and no one responded.