"It hurts, it hurts"

Tears blurred his vision, and An Yang didn't expect that the moment he woke up, a dense pain rolled over like a cover.

Cold sweat wet her back, making her shiver all over.

"Well, it'll be fine in a while," Yan Mo leaned into her ear, and said in a vicious tone as if he was doing something normal.

The tip of the needle pierces the skin, and drops of gray moisten the flesh. Under the severe pain, An Yang felt that the warm tongue seemed to be added.

"You, what are you doing?"

was forced to lie on the bed, her back was all exposed in front of Yan Mo's eyes, and a feeling of helplessness made her feel strongly uneasy.

"Your blood smells so good."

The intoxicated tone made An Yang's heart panic, and he subconsciously swallowed dry foam, and Yan Mo's hand suddenly poked in. A smell of blood stained her mouth, making her face turn white.

"My blood, isn't it also very fragrant" He rubbed the side of An Yang's face affectionately, "Do you snakes like to drink blood, and my blood will be drunk for you in the future?"

An Yang shook his head in horror, "I don't drink blood." ”

"Don't you drink it, don't you like me to treat you like this" Yan Mo said as he brought his lips together, he forced An Yang to raise his head, and the hot breath came to his face.

He kissed unusually gently, and each light peck brought a sweet taste.

An Yang was forced to bear his enthusiasm, and when he bit down hard, he found that the strength was as light as a feather, and he didn't have half the strength.

"Y-What did you do to my body"

"Of course I'll let you stay," Yan Mo's eyes were surprisingly bright, "Eos, you will be mine from now on." ”

His hand suddenly pressed against the back of An Yang's neck, and a piercing pain came, making An Yang scream uncontrollably.

"Ios, you see, we've got a mark, too. It is unique in the world. ”

The gray paint and blood intertwined a blurry picture, An Yang endured the pain, and barely saw from the mirror next to him that Yan Mo carved the traces of gnawing into tattoos.

"It's a special pigment," Yan Mo's breath gently blew through the scars, "so you're mine." ”

An Yang looked at him, tears kept flowing, "It's okay to let me go, you obviously decided to let me go before." Yan Mo, I don't love you. ”

"It's okay, I love you," Yan Mo squatted down and gently wiped her tears with her fingers.

"You lied to me"

"I didn't lie to you. I don't want to lose you, I want you to be with me forever, so I love you. His tone was surprisingly calm, as if he had fallen into an eerie tranquility after going crazy, "Ios, you obviously like me, don't make a fuss, okay, as long as you hate something, I'll change it."

"But I want you to die even more."

Under the hysterical cry, Yan Mo was eerily silent, without anger or superfluous movements.

He sat quietly beside An Yang, and only after a long time did he speak slowly, "It's okay, I don't care what you say." I'll never let you go, Eos. ”

The lights in the room went dark as he left.

Tears wet the pillow, and An Yang's whimpering cry reached Yan Mo's ears word for word.

In the silent night, he leaned against the door, his body trembling slightly.