Quickly wear the heartthrob: She is always coveted by others

The morning starts with the first ray of sunshine outside the window.

Dennis is not.

His "morning" starts with his butt in the sun.

Dennis pressed the alarm clock at eight, nine, and ten o'clock in succession, opened his heavy eyelids, and with a droopy face, he didn't get up until almost twelve o'clock.

There's no way around it. He's been staying up late reading books these days and goes to bed almost in the early hours of the morning. It's like a vampire's lifestyle.

Just like Yu Huan, he thought.

“Knock, knock, knock”

There was a quick knock on the door, followed by Mrs. Miller's lion roar -

"Danny, how long are you going to sleep?"

"You won't get out of bed unless I come in and invite you in, right?"

Dennis had no choice but to get out of bed quickly, "Mom, stop yelling, I'm up."

*

"Mom, what is this?"

Dennis sat at the dining table, finished his lunch, and took the express package handed to him by Mrs. Miller. It was very thin and light.

When he opened the package, Mrs. Miller put the dishes in the kitchen and reminded him unhappily, "What else could it be? You must have stayed up all night and become stupid. This is your college acceptance letter!"

"I just arrived at nine this morning. You said last night that you would get it yourself, and you even set the alarm. But you slept like a dead pig."

"I really don't know what you did instead of sleeping at night. Can a normal person sleep until eleven or twelve in the afternoon?"

"Look at the dark circles under your eyes, they look like you've been smoky."

Mrs. Miller's complaints continued one after another.

Dennis picked his ears and listened to the scolding obediently, but he just listened and listened. After his mother finished her nagging, he ran upstairs with the golden college admission letter in his hand.

After returning to the room, Dennis put the notice into the drawer and sighed deeply. It seemed that this summer vacation was almost over.

The university that accepted him was not in a small town, but in the distant imperial capital.

From now on, it seems that it will be difficult to see familiar relatives and friends, as well as...the people I miss so much, again.

*

Dennis went out at about four to five.

Mrs. Miller put her hands on her hips, poked her head out of the kitchen, and asked him loudly: "It's almost time for dinner, where are you going now?"

"I made an appointment with my friends to eat outside--"

The boy's last words left a long echo in the air.

........

Inside the small restaurant.

Dennis had a small gathering with friends of his age. They also received their admission letters today, but they are basically in different universities.

The atmosphere at the dinner table gradually turned sad.

At this time, Dennis smiled brightly and raised his glass.

"It's not like we'll never see each other again, why are you crying?"

"Come on, let's have a drink——"

The others looked at each other and smiled as well.

"Yeah, cheers!"

When the party ended, it was dark.

Anya waved goodbye to her friends, and she paused when she saw Dennis out of the corner of her eye.

Wait, that direction doesn’t seem to be his home.

It's so late, where else does he want to go if he doesn't go home?

Anya twisted the strap of her handbag with her fingers, and when she came to her senses, she was already following the boy.

——Rose Manor——

Lance is feeding Aldo dog food.

"Wangwang~~"

The big black dog barked softly, then lowered its head and ate happily.

"Don't be in a hurry, eat slowly."

He narrowed his eyes and smoothed the dog's fur with his fingers.

"Good evening, Mr. Lance—"

Outside the manor, a distant call was heard.

Lance stood up on his knees and looked up.

The young man running towards me had a broad smile on his face, like the warmest sunshine in spring, so dazzling and brilliant that even the dim night could not block it.

Seeing his face clearly, Lance found that he was not surprised at all.

In my impression, Dennis is simple, kind, cheerful and lively, and it seems that he should look like this...

One can tell at first glance that this is a child who grew up in love.

He is completely different from me.

Lance lowered his head, feeling a little sad and jealous.

"Mr. Lance, Mr. Lance, here I come again!" The young man's excited voice came from far away and was clearly heard.

Lance raised his head again, with the same gentle smile on his face as before. He opened the iron door and invited him in. "Good evening, Dennis."

"By the way..." Lance paused, his eyes falling behind him, "Did you bring any friends here today?"

"No, I'm alone—wait!"

Dennis turned around and exclaimed, "Anya! ?"

"Why are you here!"

Anya's eyes were wandering and she tightly grasped the strap of her handbag. For the first time, she didn't dare to look him in the eye, but she quickly prepared herself mentally.

As a friend, she was concerned about Dennis, fearing that he might get into danger if he returned home too late. The town had been uneasy recently, and although the number of injured people had decreased, the chance of being killed at night was still very high.

Thinking of this, Anya coughed awkwardly twice, stepped forward, and said to Dennis: "Haven't you heard? This area has the most injured people, and it seems there are vampires. I saw that you didn't go home, and I was a little worried about you, so I followed you to check."

"...Really? Thank you for your concern."

Dennis took a deep breath and saw her eyes secretly glancing towards Rose Manor. For some reason, his good mood suddenly disappeared.

It felt like his secret that belonged to him alone had been discovered by others and now needed to be shared with others.

At this time, Lance said: "Dennis, since you are here, and she is your friend, why don't you come in and sit with her?"

"Is this, this, okay?"

Anya was a little flattered.

"No, Mr. Lance," Dennis refused.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something to do at home. I will come to visit you next time when I am free. It is not safe at night, so you should go back and rest early."

After saying that, he looked at Anya, curled his lips and said: "Let's go, each go back to your own home and find your own mother."

Anya didn't expect him to be so decisive this time. She was surprised and opened her mouth, but only said: "Okay."

There was no other way. Dennis was gone, so she couldn't stay. However, her original intention was also for the safety of her friend. It would be great if the other party agreed to go back...

Having said that, she felt a little lost.

Before leaving, Anya turned around and took a look.

The Rose Manor at night is still beautiful, mysterious and wonderful.

It would be nice if I could go in and take a look.

-

On the way home, Dennis calmed down and realized that his attitude towards Anya seemed a bit too much.

Freya had secretly followed him many times in the past out of curiosity, but he was not angry at all.

Anya had followed him once or twice only out of concern, and it was really unmanly to keep blaming him.

They were all friends who had grown up together. Dennis reflected that he had some double standards and then sincerely apologized to Anya.

Anya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said that she didn't take it to heart. She also apologized for following her and no longer mentioned anything about Rose Manor.

Even among friends, there are secrets that we don’t want to share.

She should choose respect.

*

Passing by the shopping street, Dennis looked up and saw something, and suddenly stopped, "Anya, you go back first!"

Anya subconsciously wanted to ask him where he was going, and then she heard him say: "I saw an old friend~"

The boy smiled, seemingly unable to hide his excitement and joy.

The warm yellow light from the street lamps reflected in his deep blue eyes, sparkling with starlight, bright and dazzling.

It was the first time Anya saw him with such an expression.

how to say?

His face was slightly red, and his whole body was filled with pink flowers. He didn't look like he was meeting an old friend, but rather like he was meeting his beloved...