Night......

The heating in the car was turned on so much that it made people feel suffocated, and their heads began to get dizzy, and the windows were slapped open

Combined with the dim lights on the side of the road, the trees opened their teeth and claws and ran backwards quickly.

Cautiously glanced at the person who was driving, the white mask was stained with dark red blood, like a bouquet of manzhu blooming alone at night, evil and dangerous. He noticed my gaze and turned his head to me and smiled, his black hair was lifted by the wind, more or less covering his eyes, and he had said that he didn't like to cut his hair.

And I don't know why I'm aware of that.

I shuddered, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Honey, is it cold?"

He saw a touch of red on the snow through the rearview mirror next to the car, supported the steering wheel with one hand, took off the medical white mask, and casually threw it out the window.

Then he asked me a question that I could see with my eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse, and the corners of his mouth were hooked into a smile.

But he didn't seem to need my answer, turned the car around in front of him, and stopped.

The eyes were hidden behind the black hair, and I couldn't really see it. He seemed to be in a good mood, humming a strange nursery rhyme, which looked terrifying in the empty half-mountain forest.

I heard the sound of the trunk opening, the cold wind whistling from my back poured straight into my neck, mixed with the strong smell of blood, and my right hand couldn't help but wipe the things that were pressed on my back and held in my hand, wrinkling my nose and enduring the discomfort.

No matter what method is used, it still doesn't seem to stop this thing from smelling. It's disgusting, so let's deal with it as soon as possible.

"What are you still grinding on?"

Suddenly I felt my lips covered with something warm and moist, his hair still smelled of the faint shampoo left over from the morning, his breathing was getting heavier, and the tip of his tongue was against my teeth, slurred.

"My dear... You look angry today, do you need me to do something to make you happy? ”

I was kissed so hard that I couldn't help but hum softly. Suddenly, my seat was lowered and my right arm stiffened.

His legs straddled me and his eyes struck dangerously, his still blue pupils full of playfulness.

……

I woke up in the dark night, and I don't know why.

It's weird to yourself.

Why is this happening, having such strange dreams.

However, there was always a voice in her heart that told her.

It was all real, she had forgotten about it.

But...... What had she forgotten?

Seeing that was next to him, he suddenly remembered that was unwilling to go to the house that he had to squeeze into the room with Nightshade, and he didn't go to bed, just sat and watched Nightshade.

I forgot about it for a while.

"Sister...... What happened to you? ”

Listening to the faint voice, Styx shook his head.

"I had a nightmare, it's okay, let's go back to sleep."

"Okay."

After saying that, he lay down again and closed his eyes, but he had no sleep all night.

I've been dreaming this kind of dream for a long time, and this time it's about fainting.

But...... The dimness in the dream, and this ...... in front of me It's not at all.

……

It's been four more, and I feel like I'm going to explode Kavinka today.

I'll change it tomorrow morning.

Now I'm going to sleep first.

Good night.

Everybody.

And oh, I heard that you guys haven't been able to connect with what you've been watching lately?

Come to me, find me.

I'll tell you about it.

Nearly half of the plot was blocked.

Harm.

It's too hard for me.

Is there a more difficult author than me?