Mr. Thief stared at the girl in front of him tightly, she was still nervously clutching a broom, under the moonlight, the little face looked extraordinarily fair, although it was not beautiful, but it was a little cute.

Something suddenly came to mind, the pupils of Mr. Steal shimmered, pure as obsidian, and shimmering like diamonds, when the long eyelashes drooped slightly, and those beautiful eyes showed a smile, even with a mask, that kind of beauty could not be concealed in any way. He tilted his head, the corners of his lips curled in an inexplicable curvature, "No, I'm a thief who works part-time as a postman." You can call me Mr. Thief or Mr. Postman. ”

During the conversation, he stretched out his finger to the butterfly that stayed on his shoulder, the butterfly obediently flew up and fell to his slender fingers, the young man lowered his head and gently kissed the butterfly's not mellow head, and the pure black hair was scattered, and the black hair and the white butterfly interacted, and the young man looked more and more beautiful and illusory.

Looking up, Mr. Thief let out a low laugh and sat on the edge of the window looking condescendingly at Ashumia, his slender legs folded, and his slightly long black hair casually resting on his shoulders, revealing a lazy smell.

Before Archhumia could react, the butterfly that had rested on his finger suddenly flew up, dancing in a full arc in the air, and then gathered its wings and landed on Ashumia's slightly open lips.

It is indeed a butterfly folded by paper, and the touch of the butterfly is no different from ordinary paper, except that it ......

It wasn't until the boy's hearty laughter accompanied by the breeze that Arshumia reacted, and the broom that had been clung to her hand fell to the ground, and she quickly shook her head, and reached out in a panic to grab the butterfly that had rested on her lips.

The butterfly was easily caught, and the caught butterfly seemed to have lost all its strength, lying on its stomach in the palm of Achimia, not moving, it looked like an ordinary paper butterfly again. Arshumia wiped the corners of her lips angrily, and shouted to the boy by the window with a red face, "You bastard......"

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the young man stand up from the windowsill, pin his windswept black hair behind his ears, and slowly fall backwards, finally falling from the window.

"Hello?" Frightened, Achumia rushed to the window, her eyes eagerly searching for the boy's figure.

Looking at the window, there was a green grass, there was no trace of blood or youth, and Archhumia anxiously wanted to look more closely, and leaned over, but in front of her forehead was a layer of slightly cool glass.

Archhumia was startled, her heart suddenly began to beat violently, she reached out and pushed tentatively against the glass, and from her fingertips came a solid touch.

The window is not opened, that...... What about Mr. Thief?

"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly there was a hoarse voice in my ears, and the hand on the glass was covered by another, more slender hand, and a feeling of dryness and warmth welled up between my hands, "Huh? ”

Suddenly there was a young figure in the glass, he was slender, and the uniform of the post office looked even more handsome and tall on him, he stood behind Ashumia, one hand around Ashumia's waist, the other hand grasped Ashumia's hand, and pressed Ashhumia in his arms intimately and strongly.

"Ah......h She bit her lip, and the heat on her cheeks came up again before it had subsided.

"To be honest, I'm a little angry." He rubbed Archiumia's cheek, the girl's hair seemed to be much better than before, the floral hair was sticking to his cheek, soft and smooth, and the beautiful touch made him a little reluctant to let go. For some reason, he didn't seem to have the slightest resistance to the girl in front of him, he knew he shouldn't do it, he knew he was indulging, but he was willing to indulge like this.

Two years ago, he knew and was willing.

"How can you not remember me, my girl." He sighed as he spoke, his deep eyes reflecting the night sky, deep, beautiful, and radiant.