(Past Life, Past, Small Theater)

【Tear mole】

"Really?"

She approached him slowly, her voice was slightly bewitching, her eyebrows were raised, her eyes were rolling, and she could drip water.

【Huai Xuan】

"I've been presumptuous once."

Huai Fei stretched out a hand to stop the face of the tear mole that was gradually approaching, and said lightly.

【Tear mole】

"I know."

The tear mole no longer teased him, but grabbed his bony hand and put his little hand inside.

【Tear mole】

"Don't move, I promise it's the last time."

Huai Fei was obviously stunned for a moment, and the fireworks under the city fell into his eyes without any difference.

Huai Xuan didn't speak again, and she didn't look at the tear mole again. Just let her hold her hand.

Just to be presumptuous once, why not?

The two of them just stood side by side, watching the fireworks in the city bloom and fail.

This is the most beautiful fireworks that the tear mole has ever seen, incomparably brilliant, blooming at the most beautiful moment, and then, falling into the world.

Sending the moon is like a firework, which amazes time, but life is only for a moment. And he turned from a mole and rose from hatred, and he was destined to be a speck of dust in the fireworks of that prosperous world.

The tear mole tilted his head slightly, but he saw Huai Fei looking at the stars in the sky and was fascinated. She was a little gloomy, she knew what the master was thinking. Looking at the starlight, the corners of the tear mole's eyes were slightly moist.

She was born of a mole and melted as she pleased. It was the master of the door who gave her life, gave her a name, and taught her to grow. In the dark, he is everything to her.

Even if she is his weakness, she is also his sword. She shouldn't have been his fetters.

【Tear mole】

"Let's go."

Tear Mole gently let go of Huai Xuan's hand, took a step back, and said casually.

【Huai Xuan】

"Hmm."

Huai Fei just replied lightly.

Huai Fei walked slowly in front, and the tear mole followed step by step. At this time, the moonlight was very bright and shining.

Facing the moonlight, Huai Xuan's gradually elongated shadow was trampled under the feet of the tear mole. If time remains the same, and the magpie bridge during Tanabata will not disperse, how good it would be.

However, there is no if. Overnight, the tear mole grew and matured.

The next day, before dawn, Yun Zhenwei knocked on the door of the tear mole. The lacrimal mole seemed to be still sleeping, and he slowed down and slowly walked to the side of the tepal mole's bed.

Yun Zhe was no longer the gentle and elegant temperament of two years ago, and at this time he was wearing a black power suit, revealing a slightly bloodthirsty smile. Slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

According to common sense, with the ear power of a tear mole, it is impossible to sleep so dead and not be aware of it. But yesterday's events made her physically and mentally exhausted. Remove all your guards, so much so that the clouds folded into the house and did not wake up.

Yun folded his hand and gradually stretched out, pressed the back of his hand against the tear mole's face, and then slowly slid down, lips, chin, and finally neck.

The hand gradually tightened around his neck, and Yun Zhenwei's eyes gradually became fierce.

【Tear mole】

"Send the moon."

The whisper in the dream of the tear mole woke up Yun Zhiwei, who was in the stage of going mad. The hand paused, and then couldn't do it again.

Looking at the sleeping tear mole, Yun Zhen smiled at himself, withdrew his hand, flicked his sleeve, and stopped looking at her.

【Tear mole】

"Ahh

The tear mole pressed her head on a slightly painful head, and the sunlight slanting in through the window burned her eyes slightly.

The tear mole stretched out her hand to cover it, and through her fingers, she clearly saw a person sitting in the shadow of the screen.

Yun Zhewei leaned lazily on the seat, holding a cup of fragrant tea, bowed his head and blew slightly. Tear Mole seemed to remember the first time she saw him, thinking of his sullen and stubborn attitude, Tear Mole couldn't help laughing.

In the past two years, Yunzhewei has changed a lot. Often at some point, Tear Mole suddenly felt like a different person.

Now he is like this, light in the sun, just come back.

【Tear mole】

"Could it be that the disciples of Xianyilou still have a habit of watching people sleep?"

The tear mole didn't care, and got out of bed directly, putting on a coat in front of Yun Zhewei.

Yun Zhewei put down the teacup in his hand and chuckled sideways, his eyes no longer indifferent and bloodthirsty as he had just entered. Take a hundred times to read the latest chapter of "Demon School Grass, Deep Claw Book House" for free for the first time.