Seeing Han Qiushu standing in front of him with a relieved face, he also stood up from his seat with a "free" face. The readers in the back queue couldn't help but stretch their necks and look from behind.

was watched by Han Qiushu's gaze, and he also had a feeling that his whole body was unobstructed. The tremor of the heartbeat climbed all the way down the chest, and the tips of the fingertips and ears were beating slightly with the flutter of the heart.

"Less ......"

Han Qiushu stretched out his index finger and made a "shhh" gesture at her, then reached out and pinched her soft face.

"Ah, Yishuang, your face is so soft, just like glutinous rice dumplings. Han Qiushu showed a cunning appearance of a successful plan, which attracted a lot of discussion among the readers behind him.

"Who, that's, so unscrupulous. ”

"It's a friend of Mr. Yi. ”

"Oh my God, it's not going to be her boyfriend, is it?"

Listening to the voices of the readers behind Han Qiushu, Yishuang felt that her face was slowly getting hot, although she had the impression that she was not ashamed of this feeling, but for some reason she wanted to pull Han Qiushu away from this bookstore quickly.

"Eh, are you shy?" Seeing Yishuang's red cheeks, Han Qiushu showed a more satisfied look.

"Please, please don't do that. As he spoke, Yishuang lowered his head and signed his name on Han Qiushu's book faster than before. Then he pushed the book hard onto Han Qiushu's chest.

"Oops. Han Qiushu stretched out his hands to catch the book that Yishuang pushed over, but he was still pushed hard.

"I'll be embarrassed if you see me like this," Yishuang said to Han Qiushu in a nervous tone that couldn't be concealed, "So, you can wait for me at the café across the street from the bookstore, and I'll look for you after the signing is over." ”

was "expelled" by his housekeeper in person, but Han Qiushu did not feel the slightest surprise or embarrassment. Instead, he nodded very happily and held up the book in his hand.

"Okay, then I'll go to the opposite side and drink coffee and look at your book and wait for you. ”

"Young Master!" Yishuang gritted his teeth and whispered hatefully, "Don't tease me anymore." ”

"Ah, good, good," Han Qiushu leaned back, shaking his head up and down, "Then I'll go first, I'll see you later." As he spoke, he turned around smoothly, held the book in his hand, and walked out of the bookstore step by step, leaving Yishuang with a happy figure.

Yishuang shook his head and sat down.

"I didn't expect that the young master would be willing to read what I wrote. ”

Then she thought about it.

"When the young master saw what he wrote, he wanted to die. Thinking so, Yishuang fell on the table.

"Teacher Yishuang?" The little girl on the other side of the table saw her move like this, so she had to stand there aggrievedly and wait.

"I'm sorry, I just got distracted. Yishuang took the girl's book and began to sign.

"Is that your boyfriend?" the little girl asked, looking at Yishuang's signed hand, and suddenly leaned forward.

Yishuang, who was signing, shook his body for a moment, then raised his head very embarrassedly and smiled, and moved back by the way: "No, if you have to count, it should be a friend." ”

"Childhood sweetheart?" the little girl's eyes sparkled.

"Probably...... So to speak. At this time, Yishuang finally took off his side as a "housekeeper" and began to reveal a little bit of his feelings as a girl.

"I'll just say, if you dare to pinch your face so presumptuously, you must be a very important person if you are not a relative. The little girl laughed proudly, and it was evident that she felt that her reasoning was very accurate, even if even a fool could see it.

"Really......" Yishuang smiled cooperatively as he returned the signed book to the little girl.

"The most important thing is that," the little girl came up again, making Yishuang finally get closer than before, "You have feelings in your eyes when you look at him." ”

"Feelings?"

"Yes, you're in a more engaged state than you were in before with the mechanical signature. The little girl smiled triumphantly, bowed to Yishuang, and then turned and walked out the door.

He lowered his eyes, thinking about the little girl's words just now.

Feelings.

For Han Qiushu, he does have some feelings. Because for Yishuang, his loyalty to Han Qiushu and Han Qiushu's trust in him are the most loyal inner remnants after repeated rinsing and washing of time. It's like a contract engraved on the soul, which no amount of power can shake.

Moreover, for a non-human existence, only the bloodline of Han Qiushu has the identity and qualifications to let him follow and dedicate his life.

But is that all?

Yishuang tortured himself once.

Is Han Qiushu really just an "employer" and "master" in his heart?

When a person's companionship crosses the gap beyond the concept of time and saves him from endless chaos and torment, is it really as simple as a person who is the best way to give everything to him, of course, to be his servant?

Thinking of this, Yishuang smiled slightly.

"Man, it's really interesting. ”

The young magician—as we can only call it by name—came out of the bookshop, and since his butler was now engaged in her own business, he had to find his own amusement.

"Coffee shop...... Coffee shop ......" The chattering Han Qiushu looked around the street storefront, looking for the coffee shop that Yishuang said. No more than twenty meters away from him, Andre, who had walked out of the bookstore earlier, found the white fox who was standing by the trash can and smoking, and Xingchen, who was completely ignoring the white fox.

"Haven't you quit smoking?" asked the white fox as he looked at the cigarette that was slowly getting shorter.

"Huh?" the white fox looked at the cigarette clipped to his fingertips, "I still smoke some occasionally." ”

"I have reasonable grounds to suspect that you have stolen the cigars in the boss's office. ”

"You can't blame me, it's hard to prevent thieves day and night, that's the truth. The white fox threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash.

Noisy, noisy, uninteresting, crowded. This is the state of the surrounding environment that Xingchen summed up when he stood beside the white fox. Although I don't like this kind of environment, I can't call it annoying. And giving reasons for rejection is a more troublesome thing, so he rarely refuses invitations from friends.

However, for the fact that everyone can live together in such an orderly manner and rarely have disputes, he and Gu Lichuan's thoughts are the same - human beings are really very tolerant creatures.

"You can't blame me for this, I can't guard against thieves day and night......"

In the interval between the white fox's words, a very familiar feeling came from not far away - Xingchen, who can grasp the temperature, can unconsciously record the heat sensation of everyone who has come into contact with him in his mind, such as the white fox who has no temperature at all, and Gu Lichuan, who is mostly concentrated in his left eye during the battle. Just like a fingerprint, the heat transfer of each person is the identity of the person in the eyes of the stars.

Subconsciously tilting his head away, the stars looking for the man.

"What's wrong?" the white fox, who threw away the cigarette butt, saw Xingchen's reaction.

Who is it?

Thermal sensibility, while sharp and accurate, has one great drawback – it is not lockable. In one-to-one or one-to-many dark environments, the heat of the stars can be maximized, but in this kind of pedestrian street, it is difficult for the stars to find exactly that particular person.

But even if he doesn't rely on his own abilities, Xingchen still has a keen sense of observation and intuition. The heat sensation has already set the direction, and the rest of the search can be done with the naked eye. Quickly scanning the crowd, the stars were silent.

Got it.

"Ah, I found it. Han Qiushu, who was standing at the door of the coffee shop, pushed open the door, and the small bell on the door made a crisp sound to signal the arrival of the guests, and the little girl in the bar bowed slightly to him while wiping her cup.

But at the moment when he pushed the door open, Han Qiushu stopped.

I feel it, someone is snooping on me.

"You can't let your guard down in your spare time. Han Qiushu laughed self-deprecatingly and looked at the place where his gaze came.

He saw me. Xingchen looked at the figure.

It was a cold, murderous and sinister look.

Oh, it's you.

But when I saw that it was the stars, all the malice contained in that look disappeared. The young magician smiled at the stars and waved his hand slightly.

Xingchen understood the meaning of that action: Hello, goodbye.

Don't come along.

Then, Han Qiushu walked in.

"What are you looking at?" snapped his fingers, pulling Xingchen's gaze back, and the white fox asked curiously.

Xingchen shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm wrong." ”

"Is there a problem with the door?" asked the little girl at the bar to the customer who pushed the door open but didn't come in immediately.

Han Qiushu smiled apologetically: "It's not the problem of the door, it's that I seem to have seen an acquaintance." ”

"It's inevitable to go shopping on weekends and meet acquaintances. The girl smiled in response.

"Drink something?"

"Latte. ”

Red. Completely red. The sky, the earth, and everything in the distance were all hazy in a blood-red color. It creates an irresistible sense of fear in the heart.

Looking down, he found that he was holding a knife in his hand, sharp, blood-stained knife.

Throwing away the knife and looking up, the surprised face of the silver-haired young man appeared in front of him.

Taking a step back, the boy fell down with the support of his arms, but those eyes were still staring straight at him, and even if his soul was slowly extinguishing, he could not make the gaze of the slowly empty eyes leave him.

Want to escape.

So he turned around, and a light appeared in front of him, and his eyes, which were unable to adjust to the sudden light, felt a pang of pain. After the pain passed, what was under the light slowly became clear.

It's so beautiful that you can see the whole world through that object.

So he stretched out his hand.

It wasn't that he wanted to reach out, but that he reached out uncontrollably.

Suddenly, everything collapsed, and the heavens and the earth fell into the red wave again.

Countless twisted arms were tearing at themselves, countless twisted eyes were watching them, countless twisted faces were roaring, as if the last moan was squeezing out of their throats in the midst of struggle.

"Lethe. ”

Between the pushes and shakes, Gu Lichuan opened his eyes. Lingering's face appeared in front of her.

Gu Lichuan frowned and snorted softly, took the book off his stomach, and covered his face with his hands. The exhaustion and haze of waking up rushed over him, and he couldn't move. I had to cover my face with my hands and listen to the voice of Ying Lan in the dark.

"Lethe, we've arrived. ”