【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Thinking about him?"

Dotore pinched the girl's chin:

"If you had a better attitude, I could be a lot like him."

"I can see the way you get along with each other these days. Don't worry, after all, it's me in the past -"

"That's enough, Dotore."

The girl slapped Datore's hand away and tried to turn her head away, but was forced back with a stronger gesture.

The girl's heart was very confused.

When she looked directly at Dotore, two indistinguishable emotions, heartbeat and fear, burst out at the same time, which was enough to disturb her mood.

When a person loves another person wholeheartedly, everything about him or her is perfect, even if there are some visible characteristics, they will be considered harmless.

But once a small opening is torn in this perfect filter, the brain that has lost the anesthetic called "love" will bottom out and magnify those gaps infinitely.

It's not that they don't love each other at this moment, they're just preparing to let go.

The girl obviously has a higher moral standard for herself. After all, she believes that there are at least two lives between herself and Dotore.

The little slice may not be entirely blamed on Dotore, but Sohre, or the one who temporarily took over Sohre's fate, did indeed die at Dotore's hands.

Dotore is an out-and-out lunatic. Why does she think she can get the love of a lunatic?

In other words, is the love of a madman normal love?

Doubts grew crazily in my heart, tightly wrapping the love that the girl had not yet had time to put away——

As long as it is wrapped tightly enough, this love will be strangled in the heart, right?

At least the girl herself cannot allow herself to fall in love with such a lunatic.

"Little Canary——"

Dotore's face was close to the girl, capturing the deepest emotions in her eyes:

"I suggest you be more open-minded about your feelings."

"The way you are now is no different from Zendik."

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Dotore actually replaced the clock with a normal one and placed the clock in the girl's room provocatively.

"That way, you might be able to remember the time."

Dotore raised his hand and hung the clock directly opposite the girl's bed:

"In one month, it will be our first anniversary."

Dotore seemed to be worried that the girl could not see the time clearly. He swung the wall clock repeatedly, then turned back to look at the girl:

"happy?"

The girl's attention was not on Dotore's face, but on the clock——

It looks like a very expensive style, and the hour, minute and second hands are all very designed curves.

She kept staring at the clock face, watching the second hand complete a circle rhythmically.

"Dotore," the girl said, with a deep sense of powerlessness in her voice, "I thought we were over."

"Really?" Dotore smiled carelessly, as if he didn't take the girl's words to heart at all, "You didn't mention separation, did you?"

"..."

The girl gave up trying to fight with him, but gave a perfunctory "hmm" and turned around to leave the room, but Dotore grabbed her wrist.

This sudden and unprepared touch caused the long-standing fear to travel through time and space and reflect to the girl. This fear stimulated her nerves, and her hand shook as if she was electrocuted. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but she resisted. However, there was a huge difference in strength between the two, and the whole person crashed into Dotore's arms.

"Don't want to stay with me?"

His voice sounded lifeless, even smiling, but the girl just wanted to escape.

"Are you unwilling to face me, or are you unwilling to face your feelings for me?"

"I do not have."

The girl answered quickly, almost without thinking about the content of Dotore's words, and just hurriedly retorted.

But it was precisely because her rebuttal was too eager that she seemed a little guilty.

She didn't dare to think about her feelings for Dotore during this period of time.

Only when she was completely distracted and her thoughts began to slip away, would she unconsciously start playing some clips of Dotore and her.

But the girl is very good at stopping losses in time. Whenever she realizes that her mind has been disturbed by some distant memories, she will start to force herself to recall Zandik's ferocious face over and over again.

Perhaps Zendik's face was not so hateful at that time. The helpless girl's frequency of memories was too high, and she was too eager to get rid of the throbbing memories brought to her, so Zendik's face was repeatedly distorted, even a little distorted. His power was amplified several times, so much so that even the girl's body began to tremble at the memory.

This may be a bit extreme and unfair to Dotore.

But only in this way will the girl's heart be a little more submissive at this moment.

"Look at me, don't think about anything else, just look at me."

Dotore's voice sounded, with some pleading that didn't fit his identity, a bit like a wolf that had experienced a heavy rain in the woods.

The wolf was wet, hiding all its sharp claws to avoid the rain and keep warm by the fire.

But the girl was easily seduced by this kind of voice. She raised her head blankly and was caught off guard by the red eyes.

Low, soft, aggrieved.

It was like the thick clouds that had filled the sky all day were finally dispersed from the middle to the sides in the evening, revealing the extremely red sun that was slowly setting underneath.

She seemed to witness a shocking dusk in his eyes.

The heartbeat that had finally been silenced grew wildly at this moment, like wild and vigorous vines on the wall, clinging to the girl's heart and wrapping around her.

Just a glance.

The most primitive heartbeat and joy are separated from the moral norms, hitting the girl's brain time and time again, constantly reminding and mocking her fragile escape and disguise.

"I don't deny that Zendik and I are one."

"I don't care what you think of me at sixteen."

Dotore spoke very slowly but loudly, as if he was deliberately emphasizing something:

"I only care about what you think of me now."

His expression was fragile and pitiful, like that of an abandoned puppy, imitating the little slice to a tenth.

No, Little Slice is essentially a part of him.

It's just that Xiao Slice's expression is always revealed inadvertently, and sometimes it's even a little inappropriate.

But the current Dotore, whether it is the timing, the atmosphere, or the curvature of the corners of his eyes and eyebrows——

All just right.

But the girl couldn't distinguish the difference between the two perfectly. She even suddenly felt that the person standing in front of her at this time was the person who disappeared in front of her before.

The girl's stunned and somewhat sluggish expression made Dotore very satisfied.

"You actually love me, right?"

He was leading her, his little canary, step by step into the cage called "love".