The corners of the night's shallow mouth were gently raised, and there was some thought in his heart.

She was already rare with this guy's body, and she finally had an opportunity, so why not make good use of it?

……

Styx smiled lightly, and immediately, he also got out of the car and slowly went home.

It was Su Wan who walked in the door, and it was Huo Qing who left.

……

A week later......

The winter nights are very cold, and the moon is not as smooth as in summer, only a small part is exposed, and the rest is hidden in the quilt of the night.

I don't remember how I fell asleep, I just felt a whole warm current squeezed out of my heart, like a hole, whirring into the cold wind, Dark Night shallow wrapped the quilt on my body tightly, and my brain fell into a dizziness.

A sudden wind chill seems to disrupt the trajectory of many people's lives.

I haven't slept for so long in a long time.

It's a very ordinary day, this sleep...... I haven't been able to wake up for half a month.

The night was a long, long dream.

Dontcry，dont run away。

The basement is small, and the food discarded in the corner emits a foul smell, and even rats are not uncommon.

He was chained to the bed and thought to himself, the blanket beneath him smelling of rust, and across from him was a slate table with a bright kitchen knife that the madman used to slaughter meat.

The rain outside was still falling, the wind kept burrowing through the cracks in the basement, and even the dim chandelier overhead was dangling mixed with a strong heartbeat, and with his tense nerves every moment, he didn't know when that person would come back... And what "surprises" will he give.

The damp planks were already loose, and there was inevitably a creaking sound when he stepped on it, echoing in this narrow space, which was tantamount to a lulla for him, his nails unconsciously pinched into the soft palms, and cold sweat dripped down the corners of his forehead on the floor that could not see the primary color, splashing small pools of ripples.

A strong flashlight shone through the crack in the basement door to his pale face, and the people outside the door seemed to laugh under their breath. The chains collided with force, and the iron door let out a violent wail, and he managed to shrink himself into a corner and hold his head tightly. The madman came in.

"Are you afraid of me? ... That's not good. The madman spoke, and behind his gold-rimmed glasses were bloodthirsty, bloodthirsty pupils, and a white shirt with a somewhat polite appearance, if his behavior was proportional to his looks... With a blank face, he put the thing in his hand out and threw it right on the table.

The thing rolled twice and then fell to the ground again.

When he saw the thing through the lamp, he covered his mouth, his pupils dilated, and he looked in disbelief at the madman with his arms hanging down and his fingertips still dripping blood.

"She's your acquaintance—" The man pushed the glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and even the shining frames were dyed red, and the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile, squinting slightly.

"I remember... She was the one who asked you out that day, right...?"

He walked over to the table, leaned down and lifted the missing two-eyeballed head, and placed it on the table, pointing the hollow eye socket at the person on the bed.

"She's really damn it... Since you dare to steal other people's things...! ”

The madman's tone suddenly became ruthless, and he casually pulled the tie of his blood-stained white shirt, lifted a bright kitchen knife on the case, and slashed at the beautiful girl's head, and the smell of blood instantly filled the entire basement, and the brainstorm mixed with the head customer (afraid of being shielded, hereby homophonic), seeping into the wooden board.

Ben's jet-black hair was sticking to the bloody kuai along the pointed chin, and it was cut in half, as simple as cutting a watermelon, which was disgusting. Blood splattered on Ben's white face, but the man laughed maniacally.

His eyes were filled with tears from the smell, his stomach was tumbling in protest, and he didn't know whether he should be sad or relieved at this time.

The woman was gone, and now it was his turn.

The rain outside is heavier, and the rain of the heart is not to be outdone, and it has the potential to flood the city.