"Late autumn, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm."

Lu Xiubai gently knocked on the door with the hot milk in his hand, and after getting a response, he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The room was pitch black, with only a few glimmers of light passing through the cracks in the taut curtains.

He placed the hot milk in his hand on the bedside table, then turned his head to look at her, the worried expression on his face slowly solidified as his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.

Su Wanqiu leaned quietly on the head of the bed, her petite but still bumpy body looming under the transparent tulle nightdress, her eyes were faintly misty and soft, and her lips were vermilion, like a flower that could be picked by others.

"I'm not a kid anymore."

"I love you so much, Xiubai. I'll do it if you want to. ”

Su Wanqiu's voice was incomparably soft and delicate, with a lust for seduction and crime, and slowly leaned into his arms, against his somewhat cold chest.

The faint heat exhaled from the corners of his lips is mixed with an intoxicating fragrance.

The air was quiet, but full of ambiguity.

Lu Xiubai stood quietly beside the bed, silent, letting Su Wanqiu move in his arms, and gently stretched out his hand to support her.

"Be careful not to fall."

The voice is flat, and I can't hear any emotional ups and downs.

Su Wanqiu's body stiffened violently, for some reason, it was obviously a word of concern, but she clearly felt the indifference and alienation from him.

It's the feeling again.

She couldn't help but clench her fists, and even her body trembled slightly.

Whenever she wanted to get closer to Lu Xiubai, to understand him more and possess him more. He would retreat quietly, leaving them with a gulf, no more, no less, but never surmountable.

She was like a container, carrying the love he had nowhere to deliver.

"Repair the White ......"

Su Wanqiu read his name in a daze, the corners of her eyes were moist, and an unprecedented sense of panic instantly swept over her, stimulating every fragile nerve in her brain.

She was on the verge of breaking down.

Almost instantly, Lu Xiubai looked at her constantly changing, and finally fixed on a resolute look, and just as he was about to say something, he felt something warm and soft imprinted on the corner of his lips.

Then he skillfully pried open his teeth and tangled with him.

A faint sweet smell spreads out, and it is the smell of blood.

In the darkness, he could only see the crystal liquid slide down her face.