He's boring.
Cill rolled his eyes, and then fell asleep on the couch in a coma.
She was so tired.
I really want to get some sleep.
The next day "Knock knock."
There were a few knocks on the door.
Sylle, who was sleeping on the bed, sat up straight with a headache, turned his head to look at the door and asked unhappily, "Go to bed early in the morning" "Miss Lister, we are the waiters at the hotel and have come to bring you breakfast.
Yesterday evening you said let's bring breakfast tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, miss, did you forget?"
Sir thought about it and found that it was indeed the case.
Yesterday evening she did have breakfast delivered to her room at eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Eight Cill turned his head to look at the white wall clock on the wall.
She seemed to have forgotten something Going to Calf Harbour to meet the man As Sille hurried to the docks of Culf Harbour, he paid for the taxi and found that the pier where ships used to come and go was now silent, and the sea was not full of cargo ships and rich cruise ships, but an endless blue.
The sea is silent and blue, and the waves are rolling.
It gives a sense of tranquility and pleasure in seclusion.
Ciel's impatient mood couldn't help but improve a little, and she turned her head to look left and right to see where the man was.
Soon she found him.
He was standing on the bridge at the pier.
It's not the same with her.
She's looking at the sea, and he's looking at her.
When the eyes of the two made contact, her heart had an inexplicable throbbing, and the whole person moved back two steps.
She remembers the emotion.
Four years ago, she used to have this throbbing with him, and I heard that it was a girl's affection for a man.
I really didn't expect her to feel this way now.
It's ridiculous.
She actually had such a shitty reaction to the man who killed her father.
Cill clenched his fists hard, complaining in his heart about his shit.
After a moment, she walked in his direction with a dull face.
She walked up to him and stopped, not looking at him, looking at the endless sea in front of her and asking, "This gentleman, don't tell me that the romance you created for me is a few bouquets of roses and an invitation to me to see the sea."
He turned slightly to the side and looked at her and chuckled: "What would you do if I answered yes" She turned her head to look at him: squeezed out a very fake smile and replied, "Then I guess I'll kick you into the sea and drown you so that you don't have to be so narcissistic anymore, thinking that a few bouquets of flowers will coax me back." ” He smiled, "Are you willing, Ciel?"
"Roll" Ciel blushed with anger at him, turned around and was about to leave, and was about to ignore him.
He could always hold her wrist easily.
He pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to hug her, "Syl, I'll take you somewhere." ” She looked up in his arms and looked at him: "Where are you going?"
He tugged at the corner of his lower lip, took her hand, and led her forward.
"Hey" Cill had no choice but to stumble to keep up.
He led her to an open area where there was a white private jet.
Cill looked at the white private jet, thoughtful but unsure if it was like that.
He looked at her, confirming what she was thinking.
"Ciel, follow me to a place.
You won't forgive me if I go there."
"You Are" He smiled helplessly, "Then I'll think of something else." ” "Hmph."
Cill laughed amusefully, letting go of his hand and walking towards the plane first, "Let's see." ” The plane took off quickly. oshow7 t1706231537: