There was silence in the dark night, time passed slowly, the starlight in the dark night was hidden little by little, the sky turned up the white of the fish's belly, and the slightest dawn tore through the shackles of the night, standing out from the oppressive black.

The sun is about to rise.

And the silence has been lingering for a long time, and after that sentence, none of them continued to speak, and the ups and downs of their hearts fluctuated, each with its own meaning, but there was no language to express it.

James looked back at Lancet, who was standing at the vent, his wide black robe swaying with the cold night wind at this time, as if he had filled countless emotions, brought by the wind and rain, carried by time, back and forth, never stopping.

There is no lack of worries, and there is never much joy.

It was early morning when Lenster leapt through the window, and although the morning sun outside the window was only a little warm, he came in with a heavy black cloak, and there was not a trace of skin on his body.

It's just that this has also weakened his body a lot, and his face was pale when he came in.

Jing Hao turned around and looked at it, and took a sealed and preserved blood bag from the refrigerator, "Do you want chicken blood?" ”

Ranster looked up at her, his pale face was even deeper and more charming against his dark blue eyes, like a deep sea, hiding unknown secrets and beauty, so beautiful that people couldn't help but break their hearts.

He looked at Jing Hao in silence, the corners of his mouth slowly pulling up, and a smile was involved.

In that deep sea, the deep blue water continues to deepen, as if reflecting the glow of the sky, precious and gorgeous, "You have always known." ”

He was in a good mood at this point and even laughed, and the mellow tone was like the most classical music, "Yes, you always knew that." ”

He took the blood bag handed over by Jing Hao and drank it all, it was rare that he didn't dislike the taste that was not good for him at all, swallowed it heavily, threw the drunk blood bag out of the window casually, turned his head and fell to the bed, covering the quilt with a completely "don't disturb me when I want to sleep" posture.

He lay on the bed, listening to the footsteps of Jing Hao walking out, and unconsciously thought of James's expression, thought of his unbeloved love, and was silent for a long moment before laughing dumbly.

He didn't fall in love with anyone, and he didn't need to explain who he was.

He wouldn't have that sad look, and he wouldn't have that powerless state of mind.

Then why leave because of the failure of others, and hide because of fear.

How difficult it is to get the life he wants, how reluctant he is to give up, and he is not so timid.

When Jinghao received a call from the magazine she had sent her drawings to, Lenster was still lazily lying on the bed, and the extra quilt was held in his arms, so intimate that it was not like it had just been bought a few days ago, but like a loyal friend who had been with him for thousands of years.

He lay on the bed and curled himself up in a ball, completely forgetting his previous standard sleeping position, and only when he heard her walk to the door did he open his sleepy eyes, and raised his noble head to look at her.

If you want to go to the occasion and work, Jing Hao will dress more formally, thin line shirt and leggings, the waist of the shorts worn outside is very high, and the decent cashmere coat will show the temperament of the whole body, the long legs and slender waist are beautiful, and the surrounding ones have become a foil in an instant.

She was bending down in the hallway to put on her shoes, afraid that her coat would drag on the ground and get dusty, so she put it on the hanger first, and the slim thin line shirt wrapped the perfect figure, exquisite.

The little bats on the door crowded one by one, rushing to grab the outer position, feasting their eyes.

A small bat that was squeezed into it finally killed the people in front of it one by one, and when he looked at the beautiful people in front of him, his eyes were shining, and he sensitively felt that the faint sighs around him disappeared in an instant, and a terrifying coercion came to his face, so that he couldn't help but shiver.

It didn't even dare to look up, it cowered and violently killed the person who was cowering behind, and obediently shrank back.

Ranster withdrew his gaze and lay back, and it wasn't long before he came back to look at the man who had already held the doorknob, and spoke in a tone like that of a parent who saw that his child was no longer doing his job.

"What are you doing out there? Who are you seeing? When will I be back? When you come back, you won't be followed by someone again, will you? ”

When he asked at the end, his tone was a little cold, so frightened that the little bats on the door slammed the door, ensuring that no matter how hard Jing Hao tried, he couldn't pull open a crack at all.

The main reason is that there were a few times before when Jing Hao went out and came back, someone followed behind, and even twice, people followed to the door, and they happened to meet Lancet who came to open the door in person, and was coldly sarcastic after a few words before walking away.

It's just that he lay back on his own after asking the question, looking like he had asked casually and didn't need an answer, and in order to increase the effect, he added, "I'm going to sleep, and your voice is soft when you go out." ”

As soon as his words came out, the faithful little bats on the door immediately let go of their hands, and flatteringly opened the door to the maximum, eager to sing and dance with more mouths and hands and feet, and say goodbye loudly.

Whoa, this is the person that the noble and indifferent Prince personally cares about, what is the feeling of being so excited that he wants to wash his face with tears?!

I hope it's their turn next time~

Jing Hao took a step outside, her slender heels slamming against the smooth floor, and the crisp sound spread immediately.

Before she could take the second step, the person who was lying on the bed appeared at the door in an instant, standing in the gray and dim living room where all the sunlight was blocked by heavy curtains, and his face seemed to be facing an old enemy for thousands of years, so close that it was comparable to ink, and he longed to eat his flesh and blood to relieve his hatred.

"You actually turned a deaf ear to the noble blood's questions?" He snorted disdainfully with his chin held high, but the look on his face was too obvious, and this action was done indecently, "Heh, I can forgive you for being flattered just now, but you must correct your wrong behavior within three minutes." ”

He said it righteously and awe-inspiringly, with a completely "honorable me waiting for you to admit your mistakes".

Jing Hao silently thought about the series of questions he asked just now, and gave the answers in order, "There is something wrong with the draft, I will go to the publishing house to negotiate, I should meet with the editor, and I will probably come back in the afternoon." ”

She paused before answering one last question, "As for whether anyone is following me, I never look back." ”

Although this face is really beautiful now, she is not confident enough to be beautiful enough for people to follow her all the time, and even if there is such a person, it is much easier to do it outside than in a home that she is more familiar with.

The few people who followed obviously had other plans.

With this thought, she looked at Lancet, whose face had eased a lot, and was turning to walk towards the bedroom, and after thinking for a while, she bent down and took something from the cabinet on the side and put it in her bag, and after thinking about it, she turned around and went to the kitchen to get a knife that was too small to be useful, and put it in the big bag of her coat.

Ranster, who was about to enter the bedroom, happened to see her movements, and moved her body as soon as her feet moved, standing in the hallway and looking at the dagger she had just taken from Jing Hao's hand, pulling it out and looking at the blade, her slender white fingers slowly slid on it, and a shallow layer of blood was applied to the skin.

The purple-red blood spread on the blade, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed, and the original ordinary knife exuded a trace of deep coldness.

Lancet took the broken finger into his mouth, looked up and threw the knife to Jing Hao, yawning and walking towards the bedroom, his tone exceptionally light, "For the sake of you daring to correct your mistakes, I will give you a little reward." ”

He sat on the bed and did not lie down immediately, but when he heard the door slammed, he came out again and stood by the window, looking at the people who appeared at the bottom of the building through the gap where the sun could not reach.

The warm winter sun dragged her figure, but it still didn't help her resist the invasion of the cold wind.

Jing Hao bent down slightly, pulling the clothes on his body against the cold wind.

Lancet stood in front of the window and watched her walk away, only after a moment he yawned and muttered, "What a fragile little container." ”

He squinted and looked up at the sky, and then at the silver TV that was upright in the living room, and his voice was still a little uncertain, "The weather forecast that is said to be very inaccurate, how accurate is it?" ”.

The sun was shining in the morning, but in the afternoon it was obscured by the dark clouds, and no trace of sunlight leaked out, and after a long period of gloomy sky, fluttering snowflakes fell from the sky again.

Jing Hao came out of the magazine, the snow on the ground had accumulated a thin layer, she looked at the sky, said goodbye to the people around her, and walked to the side of the underground parking lot to drive.

Before it was time to leave work, and there were only silent cars in the empty underground parking lot, she walked all the way to her car, paused as she held the door handle, and in less than a few seconds opened the door again as if nothing had happened.

The sound of the engine came one after another in her ears, but it was just a "sudden" and extremely lively, and one was so cold and fierce that it was obviously ill-intentioned.

"Don't move, just follow the path I said."

Jing looked at the sharp dagger that was stuck around her waist, and there was a little bit of almost negligible dust on the exposed sleeve, presumably rubbed against it when she was lying in the back seat before, and a small thin dark brown line, as if it had been worn from something.

Before she could take a second look, the dagger around her waist moved inward again, cutting several layers of clothing against her skin, cold and piercing, "Don't make any more moves, or you'll have to die here." ”

As he spoke, he reached into the bag that Jing had placed on the co-pilot's hand and touched the phone, and handed it to her, "Call the thing that lives in your house and ask him to pick you up on the outskirts of the city within half an hour." ”

He noticed Jing Hao's hesitant look, and added gloomily, "Otherwise, let him help you collect the body." ”