The sky was overcast, gray and dark.

The pair of passers-by who walked slowly and leisurely were a young man and a woman.

Compared with the pedestrians hurrying in the cold rain on the street, it is out of place. It was as if the two of them were in a sunny and beautiful day, and they looked at other people differently, and the young man and woman didn't care.

The boy looks like a scholar of the Republic of China, with a weak and handsome temperament. He stood face to face with the girl with an umbrella in his hand.

Their world is only as beautiful as early spring budding.

Thickening, fading, intertwined.

The boy stopped, the umbrella in his hand drifting towards the girl. The rain that fell down the side of the umbrella soon soaked the boy's shoulders.

"Don't catch a cold." The girl gently pushed the boy's hand, a little cold.

The girl was surprised, looking at the boy, it was so gentle, but why was his hand as cold as if there was no temperature?

"Your body is the most important thing." The boy didn't turn the umbrella over, his gaze followed the edge of the umbrella, looking at the gray sky, his eyebrows furrowed without a trace.

Bad weather, unpleasant.

The boy shook the umbrella slightly, and the girl immediately understood what he meant, took a step, and the two continued walking.

The girl is complacent, she and the boy are really a match made in heaven.

A small gesture from the other party, the girl can understand what he means.

Along this street, before you know it, you will come to a residential area, which is the kind of residential area that looks very high-end.

The boy pushed open the door of one of the villas, with a separate courtyard.

The yard is full of flowers, and these flowers are not like the ones that can be found everywhere. They look noble, elegant, and independent.

It's like...... Just like this boy, the girl is shy in her heart and secretly looks at the boy's good-looking side face.

"This is our home." The boy took the girl into the villa, with a strong Chinese ancient style.

Our home.

She liked what the boy said, and the girl was overjoyed.

When you walk through the entrance, you can see many bookshelves. It was full of books, all kinds of words, which the girl could read and couldn't understand.

Hey?

The boy led the girl straight to the table, where a delicate dinner was arranged. The girl was surprised, looking at the delicacy of the dishes, the boy must have done it with heart.

The girl smiled slightly, but her heart blossomed.

"A romantic candlelit dinner?" The girl sat down at the dining table.

"Do you like it?" The boy sat down on the other side, and he lit the candle.

The candlelight flickered, and it was cloudy and rainy outside.

"I like it." The girl was touched by how fortunate she was to be able to find the almost perfect boy in front of her.

Speaking of which, I don't know how envious and jealous my girlfriends and friends around me are!

She can't wait to record the picture in front of her and share it with all her friends.

"By the way, I heard you're hand controlled?" The boy asked suddenly.

"Huh? That's right? What's wrong? The girl looked at the boy strangely, she didn't understand why the topic had jumped to the hand control.

"And do you think my hands look good?" The boy asked.

The candlelight swayed with a romantic red light, reflecting the young scholarly face.

The girl didn't know why, something seemed wrong.

The romance I felt before is gone......

"It's pretty." The girl's eyes were on the hands of the boy at the table, the palms were just right and healthy, slender and well-proportioned, and the nails were rounded and perfectly trimmed.

"I haven't shown you my hands yet." The boy brought out a bag, which was also delicate.

The girl suddenly discovered that everything related to boys was exquisite.

The delicacy made her heart furious, and the girl didn't know what was wrong. The abnormal mood began when the boy brought her home and asked questions about hand control.

Also, didn't she see the boy's hand?

Why did the boy say that he did not see his hands?

What's in that bag?

Smack!

The boy's hand reached into the bag and took a hand out of it!

A human hand, the severed wrist was handled so delicately that it was not visible as being cut off.

"Is it pretty? My hand? The boy stood up, walked up to the girl, put the hand in front of hers, and asked anxiously.

This tone, this anxious look, is like a child who has gotten a perfect score and goes home to ask for praise.

"Do you like it? Why don't you speak? The boy looked at the girl's pale face and watched as she squeezed out a stiff smile.

"Are you kidding? I'm a little scared, don't scare me, okay? The girl looked away from the hand, and a thunderclap sounded outside, and for a moment the overcast sky brightened blindly. Subsequently, it returns to the previous gloom. In a pleading tone, she asked the boy.

"Scaring you? Why am I scaring you? The boy asked strangely, "Aren't you still Yan Kong?" ”

As he spoke, the boy took a head out of his pocket, his handsome face covered with a layer of death.

Seeing the girl trembling and frightened, I asked her if she didn't like it. And he took out another head, the head of a cute milk dog, the same dead breath.

The third head is handsome and steady.

The fourth head, elegant and easy-going......

Soon, there were already seven or eight heads on the table, heads of beautiful men of various types.

"Which do you prefer? I can change it in, which do you prefer? You say......" The boy tugged down at the collar of his shirt, and the surgical thread was strung around his neck, and the boy grabbed the thread with his fingers and pulled it slowly.

The surgical threads tugged through the flesh, making the girl cover her head and scream.

"You're afraid of me?"

"Don't you like me?"

"Can I do everything you want for you? Why are you afraid of me? ”

"Are you Yan Kong? Aren't you hand-controlled? Oh yes, you're still voice-activated ......"

The boy walked over, hugged the girl who was trembling and screaming wildly, and asked suspiciously.

The surgical thread on his neck had been torn off a lot, the flesh was turned out, and blood was oozing.

The girl clearly felt that there was hot blood falling on her arm.

It's a nightmare! Yes, it must be a nightmare! This is not true!

"I see, you don't love me."

The boy's face turned indifferent, he stood up from the girl, took the girl's hand, and dragged the walking dead to the courtyard.

He asked faintly, "Do you know why the flowers in my house are so beautiful?" ”

The girl subconsciously shook her head, those flowers were bright and bewitching.

Fear overwhelmed the girl, leaving her mind blank.

"This is our home." The boy gently kissed the girl on the forehead.

……

"Bai Xiu, I'm fertilizing the flowers again."

Neighbors passed by and looked at the good-looking boy in a raincoat, who was rummaging the land in the courtyard flower bed.

"yes, I got very good nourishment today."

The boy smiled very brightly, and the rain was still falling, not big, not small.

This kind of boy is the male protagonist in Korean dramas, the neighbor opened the door of his yard and thought.

Sunny, elegant, and courteous.