Liuyue was still leaning on the arms of the shovel and reading, and a little wind outside blew in from the window, and the wind chimes made a crisp sound in cooperation.

In such a beautiful environment, she actually hugged her lover to watch supernatural horror stories, Liuyue suddenly giggled, she wanted to see how timid she was to shovel.

"Laughing at what?" Gao Chen scratched Liuyue's nose, "Watching horror stories can still give you happiness like this?" ”

Liuyue grabbed his hand, raised her head slightly and said to him, "I'll wait for you to be scared, and then grab your hand." ”

"Okay, just once." Gao Chen narrowed his eyes, "I'll let you protect me this time." ”

[He walked up behind me and hugged me, and put his head against my heart, I felt my hair move with his breathing, and my scalp was a little itchy.

He told me that we could eat under the candles every day. When I heard that it could be so romantic every day, I couldn't help but smile and say yes.

He hugged him for a while and said he would go to the kitchen to get me something to eat, and let me sit in a chair and wait for him to bring the food out.

I watched him walk into the kitchen without the slightest reluctance, and immediately I felt like the happiest woman in the world.

It didn't take long for him to bring the food out, and I looked at the dark object like tofu in the bowl with some curiosity, and stirred it with a spoon, and a nice fishy smell wafted out.

He told me that it was a soup made of chicken blood, and it tasted very smooth and tender.

I scooped a spoonful and put it in my mouth, it was really delicious, although it felt different from the taste of chicken blood I had eaten before, but I didn't care.

I said to him while eating, the chicken blood is so delicious, you will often make it for me in the future, okay?

He said yes.

I saw that he only ate this little, so I told him to eat more, and I took a spoon and scooped some for him into the bowl.

He smiled and said he didn't like to eat and told me to eat more. As a result, he didn't move much in the bowl of chicken blood in the end, and most of it was for me to eat.

After eating, he took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and I saw that there were still so many glass shards scattered on the floor and began to clean up.

Not long after sweeping, he ran out of the kitchen, snatched the broom from my hand, and said that he would be able to do these little things later.

I stood aside in a daze, and although he has always been nice to me, has he been too good lately?

But as a wife, I naturally wish my husband could be better to me, who doesn't like to be loved.

He is good at everything, but he is too heavy-minded, and he always helps me think about all the potential things, and I don't have to worry about anything.

But I always felt that he was hiding a lot of secrets, and this was the only thing that made me feel uncomfortable.

It was rare that he didn't go to the night shift at night, and I asked him if he didn't have to go today, and he said he wouldn't have to go in the future.

I asked him if you were unemployed, and he said he quit. I asked him why, and he said that he would be with me forever.

I was a little amused and said that of course we could be together forever.

He laughed happily, then hugged me tightly and didn't say anything more.

Since that day, he has been by my side, making me chicken blood soup, and hugging me to sleep.

We lived in darkness in our old closed house, never opening the windows or lighting the lights, and the white candles were lit all day and all night.

He seemed to have lost some weight, and even his eye sockets were a little sunken, but when he looked at me, he still couldn't pretend to be gentle in his eyes.

I thought that no matter what became of him, I would continue to love him, even though he might not be the same as a normal person.

Although I haven't seen the sun for a long time, as long as he is by my side, I can stay in this old house for the rest of my life.

Every time he hugged me, I felt that I was really lucky to be loved by such a person.

He would occasionally go out to buy some groceries, but he would come back quickly every time, and we didn't usually spend much money, so we had a certain amount of savings.

But this way of making ends meet still makes me feel very insecure.

I still serialize some bad pop novels on the website as before, and although I don't make much, it is still an income.

He told me not to go out, and he said he didn't worry about me alone. Every time he went out, he would lock the door with a big lock, and he also said that Xiao Hei would guard me at the door.

I know it's his confinement, he starts not letting me go out, he's restricting my freedom, I have reason to hate him, but I know he loves me and he won't do anything to hurt me.

And that's exactly what happened.

He still treats me the same as before, if not better than before.

I write novels on my computer in my spare time, and in my text, he has a hundred different forms, but I love each of his forms.

I wrote down our story with a slight change so that more people could witness our love.

Lately I've been feeling like I'm going through some strange changes in my body, but I can't say what's wrong, so I told him about these strange sensations, and he just told me not to think about it.

I really don't have much time to think about it, my time is spent loving him.

He said that I was a childish ghost and had to ask him once a day if he loved me or not, but every time I asked him, I still got the same positive answer.

It was really fun to be with him, and I gradually lost sight of that weird feeling.

But as time went on, the feeling became more and more apparent.

My constitution seems to have deteriorated, and with just a few slight bumps, my skin will appear blue and purple spots, and what is even more strange is that those blue spots will not fade.

And I always felt as if they were getting bigger and bigger, and I was faintly uneasy.

He didn't say anything after he found out, but there was a lot of chicken blood in the chicken blood soup the next day.

We don't have chickens at home, and he doesn't go out every day to buy groceries, but I still get to drink his chicken blood soup every day.

I don't know where he got the blood, maybe it was frozen in the freezer.

He made it for me, and I'll eat it.

I sometimes even think that if he brought me a bowl of poison one day, I would drink it without hesitation.

It's my way of loving him.

But I always think that the chicken blood soup he makes must have some other purpose besides being delicious.

Every time I drank the chicken blood soup he made, I felt so full of strength that even the blue and purple spots on my body no longer grew, as if I had been given a new lease of life.

I asked him if he had any tonic in it, and he smiled wickedly and said that there was no tonic, Haru. I added a lot of medicine.

I gave him a blank look and said that he was not serious, and he said that he would only be indecent when he was around someone he liked.

Although I knew he was joking with me, I leaned over and kissed him on the face, and he put his arm around my waist and responded to me warmly and sincerely.

I could feel myself running out of gas, and his face was getting paler, and I knew something must be wrong.

But he didn't say, and I didn't ask.

We hugged hard every day, afraid that time was running out.

One day when he was sleeping with me in his arms, I even smelled a smell of food spoilage, and I was a little scared.

Finally, it began to rot.

We had only been asleep for a short time, and I knew he hadn't fallen asleep yet, so I tentatively asked him if he had any bad smells.

He said that maybe there was too much food recently, and some of it had gone bad. I listened to it, maybe.

After a while, he said he was going to the bathroom, and I told him to come back quickly, and he laughed at me for being clingy.

He took a candlestick from the ground and walked out in slippers. There were two candlesticks in the room, and he took one of them, and the room was suddenly much darker.

I lay alone on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, and the end of my nose still lingered with that unpleasant smell, and I was unconsciously scared, just hoping that he would come back soon.

But I waited for a long time and he didn't come back, and I thought about it, and I was still going to stay with him.

This room is so big that I would be scared to be alone.

I took the candlestick and walked to the bathroom door, only to see that it was pitch black inside, and I called his name in some fear, and no one answered inside.

I shouted a few more times, but no one answered.

I nervously sweated my palms, and when I opened my palms, I was immediately scared into a cold sweat.

I don't know when, a coin-sized bruise appeared in my palm, a small piece, but it is an existence that cannot be ignored.

This is not the first time it has appeared.

A strong uneasiness rose from the bottom of my heart, and I pulled up my sleeve by the glimmer of light from the candle.

I wanted to see the bruise that I accidentally bumped out of my arm last time, and the bruise had really gotten bigger again, and it was like an ugly scar, smiling strangely at me.

I screamed in fright, and the candlestick fell to the ground, and the white candle rolled on the ground a few times before it went out.

I crouched on the ground in fear, shivering with my arms around myself.

I could feel like a moldy orange, the purple spots spreading and magnifying little by little.

As if hearing my screams, he hurried over to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and anxiously asked me what was wrong, and I was relieved to hear his voice.

But the thought of the unsightly bruises on my arms made me worried.

I buried my head in his arms and asked him if he would love me if I grew old and ugly.

I was afraid of the dark, but I was even more afraid that one day he would suddenly stop loving me.

I knew that sooner or later this kind of gain and loss would engulf me little by little, but I just couldn't control myself.

I was afraid that the person who had always said he loved me would one day leave me, like a stranger on a train, and leave without hesitation when he reached a platform.

I can't live without him, and I covet this man's kindness to me.

At that point, I was truly nothing. 】