I can't understand Angel's logic.

I'm not one with a story or a secret, but I'm not happy if Angel wants to dig up all my stuff.

Pushing myself and others – is it wrong for me to respect his privacy?

The tone of Anqi's speech reminded me of the scene when he grabbed my collar and yelled on the day of the KTV appointment. For a moment, I thought Angel was really trying to strangle me.

I was a little stunned, and my hands weakly broke his Nine Yin White Bone Claws. He continued to roar: "Kang Rong, you cold-blooded monster! I really want to strangle you! ”

With that, he let go again. The strangulation marks left on the neck are cold.

He was inexplicably angry with me and choked me half to death, and I couldn't help but be annoyed. But Anqi's dark eyes made me lose my temper.

"Sleep." Angel fell into the quilt and lay down on her side with her back to me.

I can't sleep anymore. I thumped him on the wide, thin back: "Angel, it's not that I don't want to know the story of your tattoo. ”

I know he didn't sleep. But this guy just ignores me.

"I didn't know you three years ago, and your tattoo must have nothing to do with me...... I know, but it still doesn't have anything to do with me. ”

He bent his leg slightly, but still ignored me. I suddenly wanted to laugh again - this guy is stubborn like a schoolboy.

I confessed: "Angel, if you don't mind, just tell me, I want to know." I lied to you when I said I didn't want to know - I was afraid you would bother me with that. ”

"Really?" He finally spoke.

I sincerely say yes. He turned to look at me and asked again, "Are you afraid I'll hate you?" ”

"I'm afraid." I looked at him with a somewhat childish smile and added, "I'm more afraid of being strangled by you." ”

The atmosphere finally eased.

Angel sat up again, took off his pajamas, and showed the crescent tattoo on his heart: "For the sake of you and I seeing each other so late, I will tell you its origin." ”

I complained to him: "Can't you talk well?" I had to take off my clothes, and I thought you were going to beat me again. ”

Angel glanced at me faintly; My ears burned and I looked away from his chest.

"The friend I told you about in the afternoon, he has the same totem as me."

"You all have crescent moons?" It's normal for me to be curious - just imagining two big boys tattooing on their chests together makes me feel like a sissy.

Angel's index finger traced on the tattoo: "If I say that this is not a text, but a curse branded on me, do you believe it or not?" ”

I found out that Angel always likes to talk about these mysterious things, she used to be an alien spy, and now she is a curse.

I couldn't help but joke: "Faith." It can't be the water ice moon that represents the moon to punish you with a curse, right? ”

Angel couldn't cry or laugh, reached out and wanted to poke my head, but when she almost touched my head, she withdrew her hand and pinched my ear: "Don't you watch animation?" Why do you still watch this kind of girl manga? ”

I gasped - the mantra "punish you on behalf of the moon" seemed to have become popular in the class overnight at the end of last semester, and I didn't expect that even someone as lonely as me would be poisoned, hey......

"What curse? If you say it, I will believe it. I tried to look at Angel as sincerely as I could, hiding my hesitation.

"At the age of thirteen, the skeleton grew on its own. You see—" Angel grabbed my hand and felt the skin on his heart.

His skin was smooth and slightly dry, with no signs of tattoo wounds.

I curiously leaned close to his chest to take a closer look.

Indeed, this pattern is more like a birthmark than a text—some like a birthmark, but how can there be such a delicate and realistic birthmark with a skull pattern?

Anqi pushed my head away shyly again, blushing slightly: "Enough, Kang Rong, I know that my chest muscles are beautiful, and you are drooling at me so squintly." ”

"Damn, who's drooling over you? I'm going to test your confession. I also blushed a little as I spoke, after all, it was the first time to look at someone else's chest in such an ungentlemanly way.

I confirmed to him again, "Did you really grow it yourself?" ”

"Yes. The moon is what I wrote later. Angel replied succinctly; I don't have any reason to doubt it, I just still find it incredible.

"How did it grow on its own?"

"How so...... You might call it 'gene'. Angel thoughtfully, "Thirteen years old, the first dream woke up the next morning, and it appeared. ”

"Uh...... Oh......" I snorted awkwardly, the topic seemed a little off the rails.

Sure enough, Angel leaned close to my ear and asked, "Kang Rong, when was the first time you had a dream?" ”