The night is thick, and the full moon hanging in the sky emits a bleak yellow light, as if there is a pair of infatuated men and women grieving in the moon palace, and the whispered lovesickness turns into a black net to cover the sky.

Walking out of the bar and out into the street where the hustle and bustle had been lost, Silo propped himself up on one hand beside a tree. Leaning under the tree, he only felt that his stomach was churning, his mouth was very dry from his throat, and the most unbearable thing was nausea.

When someone stood next to him, he looked up.

"It's you." Looking at the door of the bar, he said disdainfully, "You like that kind of place!" ”

Standing motionless, she stared at him without making a sound.

When Memory was closed, she drove there. According to his own induction, I saw that he really drank too much. If someone sends her off, she will not show up.

"Looks like I'm right." He regarded her silence as acquiescence, and the look of disdain in his eyes was even greater. "You play yours. Also, stay away from me. A nameless fire rushed up his head, and he didn't know which of his tendons was in the wrong place.

When he tried to leave, he staggered to her. Holding him on was not a strenuous task for her.

"You've drunk too much."

She helped him towards her car. He struggled, but couldn't resist her.

Placing him in the passenger seat, she got into the car and drove away. Without asking him for his address, she took him somewhere on her own initiative.

When the car stopped in front of the high-end hotel, she helped him into the lobby and checked in. Waiting for the waiter to hand over the room card, she helped him into the elevator after taking the room card. Behind him was the surprised look of the front desk attendant, but he didn't dare to whisper.

Helping him to the sixth floor, they walked into the designated room.

In a simple single room, a 2.2 m x 2.4 m black bed is placed on the left side of the door. Beige floral carpets cover the floor of the room, creating a striking contrast with the burgundy furniture. Under the window, a round table sits between two dark blue chairs, on which there is only an ashtray.

Helping him to the bedside, she heard him whisper, "Xiaoxi, give me more time, and I will definitely marry you." ”

Creek, she knew he was calling his fiancée's name. However, she was not jealous. The attention to him stems from the fact that he looks like him.

Putting him on the bed, she took off his shoes for him and covered him with a quilt.

Standing beside the bed, she looked at his face with fascination. She wanted to caress the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of her. The outstretched hand was withdrawn again, and she heard a voice say to herself, "He's not Fan Minzhong, he's not." ”

Reason overcame her trance, walked to the window, and stopped for a long time in the face of the white curtains.

In bed, he was already asleep, and he slept peacefully.

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The morning light is reflected on the curtains, and the light in the room is soft and moderate. New days come repeatedly, and people realize the passing of time in their first awakening.

When he opened his eyes and got up, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment. Moving his gaze to the window, he saw her sitting in a chair with one hand on her head and her eyes closed.

How did you end up here? And how could she be in the same room as herself? He tried to recall what had happened last night, but couldn't piece together a complete picture in his mind.

Under his gaze, she opened her eyes. Seeing that he was awake, she got up and walked up to him.

"You brought me to the hotel?" He asked with a straight face, as if the person in front of him had made a serious mistake.

"Yes." She deserves to be bitter and cold.

"Why?" He clearly didn't appreciate it.

"You're drunk." She replied succinctly.

Her face was so calm, her eyes so open. Perhaps, she really had good intentions, not bad intentions. Looking directly at her, he was relieved.

Insight into his thoughts, she didn't say much, but said indifferently: "There is milk and sandwiches on the table." The room has been paid in full and you can just check out and leave. ”

Seeing the food on the plate on the long table, the suspicion just now turned into smoke. Come to think of it, I spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Now that he has woken up, it is inconvenient for him to stay long. Without saying a word, she walked towards the door.

Seeing that she was leaving, Si Luo, who came back to his senses, hurriedly got out of bed and put on his shoes. In desperation, he grabbed her wrist. In an instant, a chill passed through the skin and reached the heart. It was a heart-piercing cold, a cold that I had never felt before.

Calmly, she paused and looked back at him.

Sensing his gaffe, he withdrew his hand, forgetting all that he had meant to say.

After staring at him for a few seconds, she walked out of the room.

The door shut, and he looked to where she had sit. Could it be that she kept watch over herself all night? Look at yourself again, you are still wearing last night's clothes, and there is no trace of lying on the quilt next to you. If it were someone else, he might have woken up and seen himself naked and a completely strange woman lying beside him.

Walking to the long table in front of the bed, he stared at the breakfast with tenderness in his eyes.

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When she returned to her apartment, Shiya, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately got up and walked in front of her.

"Snow baby, do you know what you're doing?" No need to ask, she knew where she had been and what she had done last night. At least, it's the normal sense of being a vampire.

Facing her four eyes, Leng Xue calmly responded: "I know, he is him, Si Luo is Si Luo, I will grasp the measure." On her beautiful face, there was cold air in her resolute eyes.

"You should stay away from him and never see each other." With her hands clasped around her chest, she was a little angry, more scared.

"I'm not going to repeat that." A smile crossed the corner of her mouth, and Leng Xue walked into the room.

In the square space, a mattress is placed on the high side of the wall. In front of the mattress there is a long bookshelf full of books, a dresser by the bay window, and a countertop with expensive perfumes and cosmetics.

For Leng Xue and Shiya, who rarely sleep, the use value of the room is not much.

Leaning on the side of the door, Shiya still said uneasily: "Emotional things are inaccurate. We are no longer human. We can't get into human emotions. ”

Standing in front of the dresser, Leng Xue said calmly: "Girl, I know you care about me." There are some things, I understand. ”

Such as the title of "Snow Baby", "girl" is also Leng Xue's exclusive name for Shiya. No one else is allowed to call them that way except for each other.

Walking up to her, Shiya, who held her hands, said softly: "Snow baby, I don't want you to have anything, and I don't want to see you unhappy." We are immortal, and naturally we have to pay the price for the fate of immortality. Even without love, we can live just fine. Because, we have each other. ”

Touching her face, her smile was a little bitter, "In this world, the best thing for me is you." ”

Looking at the hands of the two of them, Shiya smiled brightly, "I'm going to work, there's a new 'drink' in the refrigerator, you can drink some to replenish your physical fitness." “

In the case of human blood, they are referred to by other terms. In this way, even if outsiders are present, they will not show their stuffing.

Looking at each other and smiling, Shiya went out.

She was left alone in the house, and Leng Xue walked to the kitchen. Picking up a mug, she opened the refrigerator door and saw bags of plasma. Presumably, they are Shiya's "achievements" last night.

Taking out a bag of plasma, she poured the crimson liquid into the cup. Closing the refrigerator door, she stepped out of the kitchen.

Sitting on the sofa, she drank a mouthful of cold blood indifferently, leaving a faint red at the corners of her mouth. She was used to being numb to silence and loneliness.

Thinking of the intersection with him in the early morning, and thinking of the words of his friend, Leng Xue drank the blood in the cup.