Two o'clock in the morning.
A thick fog rose from the window.
Outside the villa, under the street lamp, the bats did not disperse.
Lou fell into bed and slept very deeply.
Shen didn't realize that the person who was sleeping with her in his arms had disappeared at this time.
The rose aroma is strong.
It seems to be mixed with the smell of rust.
One of them transformed into a child, and knelt down on one knee in front of Bo Yin: "The young master's side started on the 10th, and there was a fan meeting in Milan on the 8th, and the lady has been added to the list." ” Bo let out a lazy "um" and spit out the blood bag on his mouth.
The child stood up, raised his head and said: "Why doesn't the king let me transform into the young master's appearance when he was a child, in this case, there will be no need for the king to explain at that time, the queen's memory is gone, and the king can also make a paragraph for her, after all, no human can accept that he is no longer a human, this is what the king said." ” Bo Yin's pale and slender fingers clasped the black umbrella, unlike during the day, at this time, he did not have a little temperature under his eyes, which was natural.
He smiled, faintly evil: "Only nine can't, that's our child." ” "What about the memory," the child puffed out his cheeks, he still didn't understand.
Bo Yin casually threw the blood bag into the trash: "Not even more." ” "Why" children have always killed people, humans are just food for them, not to mention human memory.
Thin and slender, with a black trench coat, floating in the wind: "Because she has me in her memory, the memories created are fake." ” The child understood a little, but he always couldn't understand why the king loved a human being so much.
He used to say that it was because of body temperature.
It can be resurrected for a human being.
Wake yourself up to this kind of thing.
It's definitely not just because of body temperature.
Bo Yin didn't need to explain his feelings to anyone.
Bloodline.
It's always been that way.
What's more, he is not someone else, he is Bo Yin.
If it weren't for the talisman of his family's ninth master.
Perhaps, he will be the only one left in this world.
Now, she's just lost her memory.
It's clear that it was still under the street lamp last second.
The next second it will be next to the bed.
This is also one of the Bloodline's abilities, teleportation.
In this way, he is willing to cover up everything for one person.
Bo Yin didn't know what human love looked like.
Long after she picked him up.
He didn't want to let go of this man anymore.
Bo Yin quietly lay back on the bed, reaching out and hugging her from behind.
I thought she was still talking.
But I heard a sentence in my ear: "It's so late, aren't you cold when you go out?"
Bo Yin pointed his fingers, then brushed away her long hair, and said with a smile: "It's cold, when did you find out that I was missing?"
"Just."
Lou Luo looked over.
Bo Yin hugged the person and lowered his voice: "I'm afraid you're hungry, so I'll cook noodles for you." ” I thought it was just his words.
When Lou Luo was carried to the dining table with a thin quilt, there was indeed a bowl of noodles: "braised one" "You don't like it," Bo Yin let her sit in his arms.
"Nope."
Lou Luo is not very accustomed to such intimacy: "You go and sit opposite" "It's too cold on the other side."
Bo Yin took the chopsticks and gave it to her: "Taste it" Lou Luo smiled slightly: "Aren't you only able to cook noodles?"
"Yes."
Bo Yin put his chin on her shoulder and said casually, "If you want to eat anything else, I can also learn." ” Lou Luo's heart moved, and he lowered his eyes and took a sip of soup: "No, that's fine." ” aa2705221: